The news outlets reassured Bradfield’s population that the ground tremors rocking their town would die down and there was nothing to worry about.
But then from the bowels of the planet, monstrous invertebrates crawl out of fissures, and a group of survivors face a terrifying battle against hordes of ravenousness, flesh eating armour-plated monsters!
Ian Woodhead is just past the age of forty. He lives in the north of England and is married to a wonderful woman. He has forgotten how many children he has. He had been writing for nearly twenty years but has only just gained the confidence to start showing his work. Ian finds it a little creepy writing about himself in the third person.
I can honestly say I'm speechless. This story made me offended and I rolled my eyes more times than I can count. The characters aren't very well fleshed out, and they are mostly unlikeable, loud and annoying. The insects are redonkulous. So much nope going on. Talking weapons? Really? Just. Not a fan.
It was actually a horror novel by Jeff Strand. That book was good. It didn’t take itself too seriously. I don’t usually like comedic novels but this one delivered on blood, guts, gore, and general gross out. Plus, I have a soft spot for creature features.