This is a good review of Lesser Demons. Really. The reviewer calls "Carrion" a "breathtaking action thriller." He says that "Road Dogs" is one of the best werewolf tales he has ever read. Hey, I'll take a double-helping of comments like that any day of the week (and twice on Sunday).But some mornings, when you're a new dad and you haven't gotten enough sleep because your baby daughter was up too many times in the night, you're tempted to reach for the ol' pull-quote scissors and excise something that would terrify prospective readers and make publishers grab their chests as their built-in coronary thrombosis machines threaten to erupt. Something like:
"[Lesser Demons features] unsettling portraits of weirdos... unspeakable horrors... definitely not for the squeamish... exuding gore and violence... with murderous creatures originated from that nowhere land set between earth and Hell. From those who like their horror dishes served with a lot of salt and pepper, this book is a must."
Okay. I got that out of my system. My work here is done.
