I can’t write this review, I don’t even know why I’m trying. I guess It’s because I liked the damn thing so much. For the past year or so Joe Lansdale has been my personal Weird-Fiction mascot. 301 more words
Okay, this critter just hits my phobia buttons. It's all too easy for me to imagine paddling along, sitting low in the dark, cold, seemingly bottomless water, and suddenly the tentacles burst up all around me. The story loses a little bit of its punch when it gets to the "swimming through earth" part, at least for me. That just seems like they're embellishing. Of course, that would essentially make the A-Mi'-Kuk a graboid from Tremors, and that would be no joke.