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232 pages, Paperback
First published April 24, 2018
He had never witnessed anything that felt more unholy than this.It’s always been difficult to define cosmic horror. It’s one of the most elusive of subgenres. The best way to describe cosmic horror is the fear that comes from witnessing something that is beyond the realm of human comprehension, the fear of something so vast that it defies all logic and understanding. This book is one of the best examples of the genre I've read. It’s a difficult feat to write about something that is “beyond human understanding” and make it palpable to read. But Brian Hodge pulls it off here, grounding the fantastic and other-worldly into a story that is relatable and engaging on a human level. It's proof that once your reader is engaged with familiar emotions and characters that they will go along for whatever ride you take them on.
He longed to die. He longed to live. He longed to die to live again in some smarter version of this life. He yearned for it, prayed for it, then wept a tsunami when he realized he was the very god he was praying to, and that it was even more helpless than he was.
“Not only does Brian Hodge get the ‘cosmic awe’ concept nailed down, but his characters, and the way he describes the relationships between them, are expertly drawn to a degree that [H.P.] Lovecraft himself could never have achieved.”
—The British Fantasy Society
...and Bianca, remember how you called me a Valkyrie the day we met? Now watch this.
So confusing. Some days all I wanted was to be rid of the fear and paranoia. I loved this woman and wanted to crawl up inside her smooshy thighs, then turn around and be reborn and have her hold me and rock me back-and-forth for a week. I wanted to be a blank slate again, an immaculate void that she could refill with everything she knew, passed down through generations of Costa Rican mothers with wide feet and wise eyes.
“My people?”
“The Viking diaspora.” When Tanner objected, Shawn held up a shushing finger. “Don’t fight it. You’re lucky. I don’t have a people. Just undifferentiated Protestants. It’s more like a lobbying firm for mayonnaise.”