Editor's note: This post is part of Art Attack's vampire exchange program with Rocks Off, because vampires deserve better than crappy organ music.
Expectation. That's the word of the day, gentle readers, of our not-so-gentle take on HBO's True Blood. Welcome to the fourth season of the last great vampire television show. They keep the emo to a minimum here.
Our expectations were mixed coming into this season. On one hand, the fourth Sookie Stackhouse book is one of the best in the series, a truly new look at many of your favorite characters as well another great revelation in regards to the fae inhabiting the world along with humans, vampires, weres, shifters, and even the occasional demigod.
On the other hand though, the aspects of the fae delved into in the last season were, if we may quote the Wife With One F who got us into this whole thing, a "bunch of henna-tattooed, Ren Festy bullshit." Sookie had disappeared from all her vampire troubles into a green light surrounded by Harlequin cover models and the Mary KKK. That's where we pick up the narrative.
Note: Fae, a variation of "faerie" will be spelled the way it is spelled in the True Blood Report because that is how it appears in the closed-captioning. No angry comments, please.