London Revenant

This author is a little challenging for two reasons: when you start reading, it becomes apparent that there is a rhythm to his English, that is not quite the English we speak in the States. That's not to say it's not very well written; it's just that if you read a lot, you are expecting the next word to be a certain one, and in this author's writing, the next word isn't there. If I had to guess, I would say the author had exposure to a fair amount of Cockney Rhyming slang, because it has that cadence. The second thing that makes this challenging, is that it's like reading Ulysses set in the London Underground, although it's leprous in a way that Gaiman's Neverwhere never dreamed. Elliptical, existential, depressing, and more than a little nightmarish, this is a work of literature. It's not just a book; it's a small, terrible pub in the Cotswolds and something out there is eating people, or possibly cutting them up and adding them to the soup. Reviewers say about books, all the time, "I couldn't put it down." This, you won't be able to put down, because it's like a bad dream that you can't wake up from. I hated the ending. If you miss this book, you've missed one of the most original entries in the apocalyptic fantasy genre in the last decade. Read it, but definitely not in the dark.