Posted by Unknown on 23rd Apr 2010

Fear No Evil by Lizbeth Dusseau

Reviewed by Lancelot Knight


Fear No Evil takes place in the not too distant future. America now has basically compulsory service for everyone, and the country is embroiled in many foreign wars. Bombings and terrorism are rampant.

Far from the wars, in an idyllic setting, Jack, and Lydia celebrate their eighteen birthdays by deflowering Priscilla and introducing her to the Dominant/submissive lifestyle. Priscilla discovers that she is a natural submissive and revels in her new found sexual appetite. The three of them become a close threesome. Priscilla enjoys Lydia’s lesbian pleasures nearly as much as she enjoys Jack’s masculine domination.

War, however, takes her two lovers far from her, and Priscilla is left alone to discover what it means to be a submissive. She takes on a libertarian lover (yes, Virginia, even libertarians can enjoy the lifestyle). Dalton takes her more deeply into her submissive self.

As always, Ms. Dusseau mingles sharply evocative scenes of spanking, whippings, bondage, exhibitionism, and lust, along with a fast moving plot and plenty of romance thrown in to boot.

An enjoyable read for women as well as men, Fear No Evil is a fine addition to Dusseau’s substantial body of work. Her many fans will not be disappointed with this latest.




Reviewed by Tobias Tanner

Some folks are just plain lucky.

They get to know others who touch them deeply, who share some part of their lives in such an irresistible way that they are compelled to make them their own. Over time, we (I mean they) fall a little in love with them, or at least with our (I mean their, damn it!) perception of them, and are enriched. Oh, well, the hell with it. We, and I might as well say we, because that's how I mean it, might not be friends or confidants or lovers, but we appreciate those kinds of people, every one. Artists, for instance, speak to us through their work. Daubs of paint on canvas show us awe or pain or rue; sculpture displays the care and loving focus of form and function under the artist's hand; and writers, as they say, write, and in so doing, lead us to their hearts.

In Fear No Evil, Lizbeth Dusseau, novelist, wife, mother, submissive, student, publisher, teacher and oh, so wonderfully human, shows us WOMAN, in no uncertain terms, and in bold capital letters. And not just any woman, you understand. That would be too simple. What she has done here is to create a woman-child, a virginal, kind-hearted wide-eyed girl of eighteen who is naturally bent toward submission. And we get to ride along as she grows through experience and interaction, and flowers into full-blown womanhood over five years. It is a very personal story, as anyone who reads her work will attest. Dusseau knows whereof she speaks.

The novel is set in wartime. There is some of the "keeping the home fires burning" about it, of course, but the fires in question are as much internal as not. The heroine must cope with the real costs of war; fear and aching loneliness, excitement, reunion and separation—tempered in these fires. Her experiences toughen her; make her more thoughtful, more sensitive, and more loving.

Three childhood friends, born on the same day, share more than birthdays. They share each other. A fledgling dominant, a lesbian switch hitter and a blue-eyed submissive is what we get. There are experiments and tribulations for all, both sexual and psychic. The focus is on dominance and submission, learning the ways of it, and accepting them. Bare handed spankings abound, along with paddles, belts, whips and willow switches. There is sex, too—oodles of it—sex in cars, on boats, in ramshackle houses, at home, at work and in bars. Our heroine is pierced and tattooed and whipped and used and abused, and she cums and cums and cums and cums.

But, there is substantially more to her than wet sheets and orgasms. This girl thinks about things, weeps, screams in outrage, fights back and, ultimately, finds herself, as do the friends she has known since bassinet and sandbox days. For them, her soldier-lover-lifelong-friends, she represents the warm heart of home, the dream to be held while they are away. When they return, wounded and damaged from the war, she is waiting—she is warmth and safety and solace and above all, love. Although still the wide-eyed innocent in many ways, she is much more experienced and certain of herself and, even more importantly, she is there for them, just as they are for her. That makes for quite a reunion, if you hadn't guessed.

As I said, some folks are just plain lucky.