“We buried Dad in the winter. It wasn’t until the spring that we heard from him again.”
That’s one of the best opening lines to a story I’ve read in awhile and happens to be the opening line to Andrew Cull’s novella, Knock and You Will See Me.
This novella tells the story of a single mother, Ellie, whose father recently died. The two of them were very close, and as a young girl she nearly drowned but was resuscitated by her father, so she naturally is distraught over the loss. But having three boys to care for, she presses on. At the burial, Ellie is sure she hears a noise like a thud and voices coming from the casket. As the days go by, she finds strange notes like WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? — presumably written by her dead father — being left around the house suggesting that dad might not be dead after all — at least as far as Ellie’s concerned.
Because of her near-death experience as a child, she’s gained a sixth sense; the ability to see what others cannot see. This ESP is important to the story because Cull does a masterful job of leaving it up to the reader to wonder if the events happening to Ellie are real, in her mind, or maybe a combination of both. That mystery and the tension Cull creates as he leads you down this rabbit hole of a distraught person losing her grip make this a thrilling read.
The story moves along well thanks to Cull’s pacing, but it doesn’t feel rushed and gives you enough time to ponder the state of Ellie’s mind as it builds up to the finale, which seems to be controversial among some reviewers.
Without going into spoilers, I felt the ending betrayed the rest of the story if it happened in the physical world and wasn’t something that Ellie’s mind concocted as it finally reached its breaking point. It’s certainly not where I thought the story was headed. It makes it tough to pigeonhole this into being a ghost story, a monster story, or a psychological thriller, which could be Cull’s intention.
Cull’s imagery and his prose do all the heavy lifting here, and he’s a master of his craft. Images of maggots, decay, and a literal stench of death wafting through the house are peppered throughout the story. His descriptions are vivid and paint the grim picture of dread, fear, and suffering this family undergoes.
While you’ll likely have some lingering questions after the first read, I suspect that there’s more within the pages than meets the eye. If you put on your thinking cap and do a little digging, you may find that Cull has planted some nuggets in the story that will give you answers, but don’t let that stop you from picking up what is otherwise a well-written, fast-paced spooky tale.
BY TONY JONES
A welcome and brutal return to the Grey Lands in a YA masterpiecE
Today we review Peadar Ó Guilín’s “The Call 2: The Invasion” one of the finest YA novels we have read in ages, and in early March arrived in the bookshops. Ginger Nuts of Horror is particularly excited about this cracker, as it brutally concludes ‘The Grey Lands’ duology with the author mercurially avoiding the YA trap of adding sequel upon unnecessary sequel. Exactly twelve months ago we lamented how on earth ‘the powers that be’ who run the YA section of the Stoker Award could have neglected to nominate “The Call” for their prestigious award? Ginger Nuts called it right, since then we have given the first amazing novel steady online coverage, and the outstanding reviews have continued to pile up in the wider press.
If you have a child glued 24/7 to their mobile phone, a niece or nephew who cannot detach themselves from their tablet or you simply want to do a favour for an old friend with kids, then buy them “The Call”. This word of mouth smash continues to build up momentum and I know of many kids desperate to get their teeth into “The Call 2: The Invasion”. As was I. The wait for me is finally over, and the sequel does not disappoint, and may even top the original. Is that even possible? Oh yes, it is.
First up, don’t bother reading book 2 unless you’ve read “The Call”, they are intrinsically linked, so we’re going to recap the original before reviewing the mouth-watering sequel to end all YA duologies. Yes, it was that good. It was fantastic.
“The Call” a recap on book 1
You simply will not read a better fusion of fantasy, horror and mythology than in this amazing tale of the ancient fairy folk (the Sídhe) from Old Ireland. To take revenge for an ancient curse the fairy folk rip teenagers out of time for three minutes and four seconds (‘The Call’ of the title) transporting them to the land where they have been banished for eternity, known as ‘The Grey Lands’. Most of the teenagers are killed, tortured, or maimed in horrible ways and returned to Ireland disgustingly disfigured or worse. But our heroine (who has Polio and very weak legs) is simply too spunky and too tough to roll over and die, even though nobody else gives her a spit’s chance of surviving her own ‘call’. Fourteen-year-old Nessa is one of the finest characters created in recent YA fiction and you will be shouting from the roof tops for her when she is eventually forced to fight for her life.
Nobody can escape their personal date with ‘The Call’ which has been plaguing Ireland for 25 years and the author does a truly amazing job in creating a world where everything is geared towards helping children survive their deadly three minutes. Nobody can escape from Ireland because of a weird supernatural barrier which isolates Ireland from the rest of the world, creating almost a unique type of dystopia. Three minutes and four seconds is not long, but in the alternative ‘Grey World’ reality this is over 24 hours and plenty of torture time for the brutal fairy folk. ‘The Call’ had a terrific ending and did not necessarily need a sequel, but such was the interest in the original Peadar Ó Guilín’s takes us greedy readers back for more…
The Call 2: The Invasion
If you check out our accompanying interview Peadar states that he did not write the original novel with a sequel in mind, this is probably one of the major factors which contribute to a supremely fresh and original book two. On one level it flows seamlessly from novel to novel, but on a second there is stacks of new stuff going on and outstanding plot twists. Perhaps even better, the author vividly fills in many details of what has become of Ireland in the 25 years its teenagers have been routinely murdered by the Sídhe, a lot of what was only hinted at in the original book.
I’m going to try and avoid spoilers when possible and will be vague regarding the plot. Obviously, Nessa survived her ‘Call’ and has returned to Ireland, but she is changed somewhat. Because she is different she is presumed to be a traitor and sold her metaphorical soul to the Sídhe, as is a spy, or something even worse. There is a particularly nasty policeman/torturer who weeds out the so-called traitors, effectively everyone he interrogates! After all, the torturer thinks, how could a weak fourteen-year-old girl with Polio survive a ‘Call’? Nessa is ridiculed. The author really puts this terrific character through the wringer, but she is such a fighter, with astonishing spirit. Any teenager reader is going to be pulled 100% into Nessa’s world.
When Nessa gets throw in prison, we see the novel from several other points of view, including the love of Nessa’s life, who also survived his ‘Call’ but came back with a large deformed arm in book one. He has a cool role in the book, as Ireland and the Grey World edge closer together, more of their magic is infiltrating into our world and he joins a government extermination squad aimed at wiping the offending mutations out. This leads to many fantastic action, and very violent, sequences and the introduction of strong support characters.
Lots of questions are asked (and sometimes answered): can a person be Called twice? Why is there one 25-year-old woman who has never been Called? Why does Ireland still have one prison? Within the context of a very fast paced novel, the level of world-building is superb, for example along the way we find out handicapped children are offered poison instead of facing the painful death of ‘The Call’ or that Ireland now only has one radio station! It’s YA writing of the highest order.
Book two revisits the battle school which was the focus of book one and of course we all know Nessa is going to return to the Grey Lands sooner rather than later. I don’t want to say anymore about the plot of this truly brilliant book. Peadar Ó Guilín has created a fantasy horror novel for the ages, and I have a sneaky feeling this book is going to find a much bigger audience. I read books for children and teens all the time, I have a knack whereupon I can read them very quickly. I did not do that with “The Call 2: The Invasion” I savoured it and read it slowly like I would one of my favourite adult writers. I frequently come across adult horror fans who come across as very snobby about YA horror, if that’s you, then this is the book to chance your mind. Absolutely fantastic.
If you’re looking to buy a book for a child aged between eleven and fifteen buy them both “Call” books, you could give them no finer gift.
Make sure you check out our accompanying interview with the brilliant Peadar Ó Guilín.
Glimpse is the kind of book you finish and immediately want to read again. As soon as that last page is turned, there’s this kind of desperation, this feeling of “What if I missed something?” that might just be me making excuses for the fact that what I actually missed were some of the characters that I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to just yet…
If you’re familiar with Maberry’s work, you know that he’s a talented author and that his way of crafting dynamic action scenes, powerful storylines, and kick-you-in-the-teeth endings is second to none. While those things are present in this book, it’s also something completely different. Fans of his Joe Ledger series will definitely find something to enjoy here, as will fans of the Pine Deep series, but Glimpse is also something completely new and entirely unique.
I absolutely loved Glimpse, and if I had to pick just one favorite thing about it, creepy broken watch to my head… I’d say it’s the truly brilliant way the author manages to make things in the book seem simultaneously familiar and also brand spanking new, and he does this again and again and again and to great effect. Perhaps the best illustration of this is the book’s villain, Doctor Nine. Doctor Nine is, in a word, CREEPY. He’s absolutely terrifying, and fairly unique among horror antagonists… however there’s this edge of familiarity to him that’s juuuuust enough to convince me that I KNOW that guy! After he makes his first appearance, I set the book down struggling to remember whether or not I’d had a nightmare about that very thing myself at some point, which is an awful concept that immediately drew me deeper into the book itself and brought it alive like nothing else could have.
Glimpse is the tale of Rain Thomas, a young woman with a dark past. She’s a former addict that gave her baby up for adoption after his father died in Iraq without even knowing Rain was pregnant. It’s the kind of thing that might drive anyone a little over the edge. After succumbing to drug addiction as a way to escape guilt over what she’d done for a period of years, Rain is now clean and doing her best to live her life. She’s been abandoned by her family, struggled to find a job, and has built a life for herself in New York. Everything starts to come apart for her one day when… well, when one day just disappears. That’s only the beginning of this unique, dazzling thriller that features one of my favorite settings of all time, a world I’d love to visit known as The Fire Zone.
Rain is my favorite kind of protagonist; deeply flawed, heartbreakingly real, and relatable. She’s human, and the things she does and the decisions she makes when presented with horrible events makes her feel like someone I know, someone I could be friends with, maybe even just someone a bit like me.
The book is populated by a host of memorable characters, vivid settings, and gut wrenching twists and turns that will keep you flipping the pages well into the night… and leaving all the lights on after you’ve gone to bed.
If I have a criticism, it’s that my favorite character and, perhaps the most interesting character in the book (which is saying something) isn’t introduced right away. He comes in somewhere around halfway through and while I understand the decision to hold off on his introduction, I was left wanting more, more, more of him in specific.
If you like supernatural thrillers, if you dig stories that put you into the heart of the action and make you wonder what you’d do when faced with events beyond your control, or if you just really like a masterfully crafted tale, I recommend Glimpse highly.
Jason Arnopp is no stranger to Gingernuts of Horror. His debut novel, The Last Days Of Jack Sparks, was a big hit with us in 2016, and we were delighted when he agreed to be interviewed about the writing of that novel.
Since then, he’s been hard at work on the screenplay - the book having been optioned by Ron Howard’s production company, Imagine Entertainment - and in between he’s put out this book; a ‘greatest hits’ collection of interviews with some of the biggest names in rock and metal, from 1992 to 2005.
See, it turns out, before taking up storytelling as a full time occupation, Jason was actually earning a living doing my other dream job, as a reviewer and interviewer for the mighty Kerrang! Magazine, through the period I was growing up as a metalhead, and he got to attend shows and chat with… well, basically everyone who was anyone.
You could go off some people, if they weren't so damn likable.
This book collects a career spanning assortment of interviews with Rock royalty, from Anthony Kiedis and the Robinson brothers in 1992/3 through to Fred Durst and System Of A Down in 2005. It’s a real who’s who of the period, and the interviews themselves are conducted, for the most part, with the kind of unfettered access and free-flowing questioning you’d struggle to get now - a point the author himself makes in the footnotes.
Ah, yes, the footnotes. In addition to the 30 interviews collected herein, Arnopp adds some pretty hefty value to proceedings by extensively footnoting the pieces with additional information. These notes are often fascinating, giving either further reminiscence and context for the questioning, background information about his wider relationship with either the subject or their music, or occasionally berating his younger self for a faux pas or missed opportunity to delve deeper.
It certainly adds another layer of interest to proceedings, though my own preference was to read the entire block of interviews first, then explore the footnotes afterwards - though the ebook was impressively well formatted, making passage between the notes and the main text smooth, I personally preferred the experience of reading the interviews as published, and getting the ‘backstage gossip’ afterwards.
And blimey, the interviews. I was hit on more than one occasion by a powerful wave of nostalgia, as the names of bands and musicians washed over me - Garbage, Slash, Manic Street Preachers (yes, with RIchie James, in Tokyo, for crying out loud), James Hetfield, Trent Reznor, Faith No More, Rage Against The Machine, Eminem… I’m not a rabid fan of every band featured (I have an active and not entirely rational loathing for Limp Bizkit, for example), but I found myself transported back to a time when these names, these artists, dominated my mental landscape, were hugely important to me as signifiers of identity.
In that sense, it not always a comfortable look back. I was a huge Chilli peppers fan in 92 (and still don’t have a lot of time for the now-fashionable hatred for the group), and am to this day a Black Crowes devotee, but neither group covers itself in glory in these interviews. They come across as nice enough, but there’s also… well, there’s no polite way to put it, but a vacuity to many of their answers. It’s just a touch depressing to see artists I’d so worshiped come across as the not-terribly-well-informed, arrogant and yet insecure men children they must, logically, always have been. Or maybe I’m just getting old, and it’s depressing to read interviews with old gods who were younger then than I am now.
But, hey, it’s a good kind of depressing! No, really it is. For starters, there were some surprises. Whilst Pantera came across very much as the hyper-macho guitar bros their image always suggested, Korn frontman Jonathan Davis transcended my own mental image of him, with some to me surprising displays of emotional intelligence. The interview with Trent Reznor is just superb, meanwhile, taking in pretty much everything you’d have wanted to ask the man about, in between finishing The Downward Spiral Tour and working on The Fragile. Reznor is a superb subject, but Arnopp really shines here too - asking smart, probing questions, and then just getting the hell out of the way. And much as it pains me to admit it, even arch douchebag Fred Durst comes across as more human than you’d have any right to expect, given his public persona. Although maybe that’s more a function of the fact that nobody could really be that much of an asshole.
The other factor that packed a significant emotional punch here, for me, is the weight of history. The obvious, sledgehammer blows fall when the subject is someone no longer with us - the aforementioned Manics chat, obviously, and Dimebag Darrell, and an especially tough interview with Shannon Hoon, which covers a lot of the issues that would sadly lead to his passing, far too soon.
But there’s also just some significant cultural moments - or, I suppose, sub-cultural ones. Like getting to interview Steve Harris and Bruce DIckinson as Iron Maiden wrapped up what was, at the time, Dickinson’s final tour with the band. And as well as the aforementioned conversation with Trent Reznor, right between his two seminal albums, there’s moments like bumping into Slash in 1996, when the prospect of a new Guns N Roses studio album still felt like a live, somewhat imminent possibility, rather than the depressing, cruel joke it would later become (Slash himself came over well in this conversation, I think, honest about some of the obvious issues in the band, but also surprisingly diplomatic and upbeat).
Taken all in all, if, like me, you loved this particular style of music during this period of time, it’s hard to call this anything other than indispensable. It’ll put you back there, that’s all - back to a time when you felt that a perfectly struck power chord and a screaming, curse-laden vocal might actually have the power to change the world. Jason is an able guide through this foreign-feeling past, and there’s an undeniable pleasure in juxtaposing his youthful swagger with his more considered, reflective footnotes.
The only real quibble is with what must, surely, have been left in the Arnopp vaults. You’re not telling me he hasn’t sat down with Marilyn Manson, or Ginger Wildheart, for example, to name but two musicians of the period with a deserved rep for giving good copy.
What do you say, Jason? Can we get an encore?
'There is a power in stories, a power to root themselves into a nation's subconscious and an ability to take on a life of their own. James Brogden's The Hollow Tree uses one such story as the basis for his latest novel from Titan Books. Based on the true story of infamous Bella in the Wych Elm, The Hollow Tree uses this fascinating legend as the foundation for a chilling folk horror ghost story about the compelling nature of story and belief.
When Rachel Cooper suffers a horrific accident that results in one of her hands being amputated her idyllic married life is thrown into turmoil. Haunted by nightmares of a woman trapped in a hollow tree, her marriage and her sanity are soon threatened by a world beyond ours as the mystery surrounding Bella begins to unfold and the real power of myths is unleashed on our reality.
The Hollow Tree while not a direct sequel to last years excellent Hekla's Children, can be view as a companion novel. Both of them deal with the notion that there are worlds beyond ours, shielded from ours by the thinnest of veils that can't always keep our worlds separate. Where Hekla's Children was a more full-on folk horror novel, The Hollow Tree is slightly more restrained work, but nevertheless, it is still a highly enjoyable ghost story with enough thrills and chills to keep the reader wanting more.
Brogden carefully keeps the supernatural elements of the story to a bare minimum during the initial phase of the novel. Instead, he focuses on the stress and strains of Racheal's relationship to her husband Tom as a result of the accident. It's a clever move as it serves to ground the story and the dynamics between the pair of them in a sensitive and believable manner, allowing for you to become invested in their relationship, as the story unfolds.
When the focus of the story moves away from the domestic drama, and the supernatural element kicks in full force Brogden takes on an ingenious trip to The Umbra. The Umbra is a wild place, filled with dark magic, a place where the dispossessed dead exists, clinging onto the boundary spaces between the two worlds that have special meaning to them. But The Umbra is so much more; it's a place where our myths, legends, and stories go, a place the power of belief can be harnessed by those in the stories to cement their power and their existence in the Umbra. It's a bewitching premise which allows for some excellent twists and turns as the story unfolds. Forgive me for being a vague here, but trust me the less you know about certain aspects of the narrative, the more enjoyment you will get as the story unfolds.
Without giving too much away, Brogden has created a unique and utterly compelling supernatural threat. As he says we all have our death, but we might not be able to choose it. He utilises the urban legend of Bella to great effect, drawing on the foremost myths and theories behind who Bella was a Nazi spy, a gypsy witch or a prostitute. Brogden even manages to use the much-maligned dream sequence method of storytelling to great effect as a means to introducing us to the three different facets of who Bella is.
Sometimes the ending of a story is the hardest thing to get right, many stories fizzle out, or feel unresolved, or god forbid end too quickly. The Hollow Tree has one of the best endings I have had the pleasure of reading in many a long year, Rachel's fate is is perfect and filling and will have you running the full spectrum of emotions as her fate is revealed.
The Hollow Tree is a gripping supernatural thriller, filled with great ideas, a fresh take on the tried and trusted ghost story, and a genuinely unique Big Bad Monster. A sympathetic and fitting extension to the myths surrounding Bella in the Wych Elm.
GUEST POST THE HOLLOW TREE BY JAMES BROGDEN
By George Illet Anderson
Belly of the Beast
One of the best things about reviewing is when you come across those books that weave their reading magic on you, lulling you into this weird state of oblivion. Where you find yourself sitting down to have a taste of what’s on offer only to find yourself roused from your insatiable appetite for more by the fading light. Sam Gafford’s debut novel from Dark Regions Press, “The House of Nodens” definitely falls into this category.
I’d previously bought Gafford’s collection from Hippocampus Press, “The Dreamer in Fire and Other Tales” and found myself immersed in these beautifully crafted worlds full of imagination and assured writing. So when this popped up in my recommendations and I glanced at that brooding and ominous cover, I just knew that I had to part with my money and dive headlong in. I must admit that as much as the cover swayed me, my initial impression upon reading the blurb was that it sounded somewhat akin to a Stephen King, Dan Simmons or Robert McCammon styled take on childhood but that illusion was dispelled very, very quickly. This is an altogether far more brutal and primal look at innocence lost than the aforementioned have conjured up. “The House of Nodens” is a nightmare of broken lives, ritualistic sacrifice and slaughter that feels like David Fincher directing a cosmic/ folk horror themed detective film.
The central protagonist is Bill Simmons, who as a young child befriends a group of school outsiders who dub themselves “The Cemetery League” and meet in a clubhouse they construct in the woods of New Milford, Connecticut. However something ancient and malevolent resides there and insidiously works its way into their psyches with horrific consequences for Bill, his friends and the world at large. The immediate thought on reading this description would be to think that this sounds somewhat akin to King’s “IT.” However, whereas that monster of a novel can be considered a loose template of sorts, “The House of Nodens” is a very different breed of beast; lean and mean with a voracious hunger for meat and mayhem.
Much like King’s novel, the narrative jumps back and forth between Bill’s childhood and his adult life. Gafford’s deft writing is great at conveying both the joy of friendship and the cruel deceptions that lurk beneath childhood relationships. A duality that extends into the present as Bill contends with the harsh realities of adulthood. Troubled by vague memories and terrifying visions, his world is irrevocably altered when he’s brought in to aid police with a murder investigation involving one of his childhood friends. From hereon out, Bill’s life spirals further out of control as he finds himself haunted by the ghosts of his past and hounded by the ominous presence that is Nodens.
Up until this point, my familiarity with Nodens was principally based around the version that was presented in the works of H.P. Lovecraft, namely that of a benevolent deity opposed to the malevolent Old Ones. The version presented here however is a malignant representation of the ancient Celtic God of hunting and one that delights in entrapping and corrupting people for its own pleasure and plans.
Gafford excels at creating this menacing and oppressive sense of being stalked throughout the novel, a feeling that only intensifies once old wounds are opened and the past comes screaming back into the present. This is typified in the mirroring of Bill’s efforts to reconnect with the past with an ongoing FBI investigation into a serial killer who has eluded the law for decades. The plot strands weave in and out of each other, leading you down paths of misdirection and confusion until you are left wondering who is innocent or guilty and what constitutes fact or fiction. You feel like you are in this tense game of cat and mouse where the resolution is far from clear but you just intrinsically know that it is not going to end well for all involved.
Whilst the story does feel somewhat familiar, “The House of Nodens” wears its influences well and delivers a satisfyingly bleak slice of dark hued horror fiction that is worthy of investigation.
There are times when an author attempts to try something different with simple narrative structure if a story, and a lot of the time they end falling on their flat on their face, with a story that just ends up being confused, convoluted or even worse just annoying.
Anthony Watson's Witnesses is one such novel that tries to break away from the traditional narrative, with multiple timelines, multiple points of view and even various narrative tenses. It's a bold move, one that opens the story up to so many pitfalls and stumbling blocks. However, Witnesses stands proud grips them by the throat and delivers a challenging yet ultimately rewarding read.
Witnesses isn't an easy read for want of better words, the structure of the novel along with the lack of chapter breaks when the narrative shifts from one person to another, and the use of relatively small passages, at first makes this a daunting read. You need to get into the groove and rhythm of this book, and when you do get into the groove, you are rewarded with a fascinating story of an impending apocalypse filled with dread and horror.
Some books get described as being cinematic in tone, and most of the time they are confusing loads of action with an actual sense of cinematic scope. Witnesses, thanks to the absence of chapter headings, and the rapid cuts from one narrative thread to another lends this book a real cinematic feel. Watson has a real eye for knowing when to shift the perspective, to maximise the consistent feel of the book. He gives you just enough at each time to ensure that you continue reading to find out what happens next.
The novel also takes a refreshing approach to the "bad guys" by setting one of the threads during the First World War, making a refreshing change from usual Nazi angle that many authors take. Watson's writing is probably at its most potent during these passages; he captures the sense of place and maximises the sense of dread and impending doom for the rest of novel during these segments.
The sperate threads while having a distinctive enough voice all follow a similar development, with the characters all facing an initial state of confusion as to what is happening followed by understanding and then action. This is another clever move by the author as it lends the book a sense of entalgement, where the separate stories are distanced by space in time, and yet they still exist in the same universe as the main driving force of the story.
Watson keeps the level of gore and brutality to a minimum, allowing the story rather than the events to build the tension and drama of the novel. The restrained way in which Watson builds up the depictions of the violence as the story unfolds is handled with a keen eye for dramatic effect, allowing for the grand finale to shine through.
While this is, in essence, a novel of a coming apocalypse rather than going for the vast world encompassing an end of the world scenario, Watson keeps the finale in key with the rest of the novel's vision by staying slightly somewhat subdued. That's not to say that the novel ends with a damp squib, there is a clever well thought out, and original concept behind the finale and Watson's delivery is spot on for the book.
Witnesses is one of those books that will infuriate you at the start but once you become invested in it, and the brilliance of the novel clicks in you will be rewarded with a novel that dares to break away from the mundane methods of storytelling and stand out from the rest of the pack.
Kristopher Triana's Full Brutal is certainly an example of a book that lives up to its title.
Kim White is the cookie-cutter popular girl. She's hot and come from a well-off family, sort of, she has a rich father who is never around so she gets to play adult with no worries about money or repercussions. This leads to lots of time to think, and plot...She doesn't want or need much of anything and it's driving her crazy. This book lets you know that the drive wasn't all that far.
Bored and leaning towards suicide, Kim instead decides she's going to lose her virginity, but not one to go conventional, she decides to seduce and lose it to one of her teachers. Thinking that his ruination would be an added layer to her freaky fun cake. Then she finds that she is pregnant and that's when the bloody snowball really starts rolling. Deceptions and manipulations so sick and twisted that it's dizzying. Ripe with teenage-sex and violence. The final chapters are just insane.
Someone touted this novel as Mean Girls meets American Psycho, I'd agree with that. In an earlier draft of this review, I had claimed it was Mean Girls fisting Heathers. It's whatever teen movie you want it to be, pumped full of drugs and then directed by the horny ghost of Sam Peckinpah. Nobody writes bat-shit crazy like Triana. And I sill gladly line up for my slice, every time.
Full Brutal is available from Grindhouse Press.