This is going to be a short one for a couple of reasons. One is that this was a pretty light read (in a very not bad way), and two is that I don’t really have that much to say about it (also in a good way).
Chuck Wendig is such a dependable writer for fun, grimy, action-packed books. They’re always fast, inventive, well-written and, most importantly, smart. I never have to whistle past plot holes or mistakes, never have to grit my teeth through a scene where a character acts like an idiot in order to push forward the plot. His Miriam Black series is one of my favourite supernatural mysteries out there, with a great hook and an even better ballsy, brash protagonist. This one has a lot more full-on supernatural elements than I was expecting having read the Black books (blue rocks that act like angel dust and open your third eye, goblins, zombies, demons, and gigantic chthonic worm gods, to name a few) but the quality of the writing and enjoyment of the experience were about the same. I left it feeling like I’d got exactly what I went in for.
Hence the short review. I went in looking for a good time, got it, and now I’m moving on to the next one. Hurrah!
For people that love the grimier, filthier urban/noir fantasies, old school gumshoe tales with a bit of a Lovecraftian spin, and a well-written, ass-kicking good time.