I am quite the fan of fictional men. I surround myself in them. Now I do realize Freud would have a field day with that very statement, but we will leave my fascination with men that you can close the cover on when they piss you off to another day.
In the dark recesses of my mind there is a decaying Victorian brothel. It would be like the Addams family meets the Kit Kat Klub. There reside a few cranium pleasing men. It's a small elite club, but the list is quite profound.
Harry Dresden
Dean Winchester
Dr. Spencer Reed
Thomas Wraith
Rick Castle
Dexter Morgan
David Fisher ( ok maybe I should just have a default Michael C. Hall character membership)
It is obvious my archetype has to be a pseudo tough guy with many complex character flaws. With that being said the men that fit that description have become quite few and far between, so imagine my unmitigated ecstasy when I stumbled upon the sire of Marc Del Franco in the form of the Connor Grey books.
Connor lives in a subdivision of Boston called the Weird,where the residents are mainly otherworldly. Supernatural crime is policed by the Guild,the former employer of the druid superstar Connor,before his debilitating altercation with a "radical environmentalist elf". Despite his lack of magic Connor's knowledge still makes him somewhat of expert for the Boston police on crime scenes that reek of supernatural power. Connor battles bureaucratic rules, being the low man on the totem pole of life , and some pretty wicked supernatural creatures in the first three of these books. The secondary characters have some kick and bite to them also, sometimes quite literally.
In my brothel no one is better then Harry Dresden, but Connor Grey has now received his residence card and it has become an epic battle of claiming the number one spot in my heart. Carry on my good men!
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