Not having read any of Moore’s books, but being a fan of the podcast, “Three Guys With Beards,” which he co-hosts with authors Christopher Golden and Jonathan Maberry, I was predisposed to expecting a fun, enjoyable read. My expectations were misplaced.
This book was a chore to read, with no logical plot development, and the worst writing you’ll find this side of a beginning novelists’ critique forum. It was so amateurish, I was sure this must be an early, immature work of his, put out by an undiscriminating publisher, Kensington, under their Leisure Horror imprint. It turns out, upon reading the author’s back cover bio, that this book comes 13 years into his writing career.
Starting with a MacGuffin, then introducing shape-shifting freakies, and moving on to Body Snatcher pods, the author throws all sorts of madness and mayhem at you, all with no explanation, or logical plot progression. When a character witnesses a rift opening between worlds, how does he know that’s what it is? Because he has seen that type of thing in the movies. (insert face-palm emoji)
Here’s an example of characterization. We’re near the end of the story, all hell is breaking loose, a 3-story house is on fire, ugly tentacled creatures are grabbing at our heroes, and an explosion in the house has sent a large piece of wooden shrapnel hurling toward one of the female characters, Brittany. Another female character, Katie, sees the impending danger to the oblivious Brittany, and pounces on her, shielding Brittany’s body with her own, giving rise to the most asinine WTF thought from Brittany:
Katie was all over her, her arms and legs spreading out like a blanket, and for half a second her mind flashed to whether or not Jerry’s girlfriend had suddenly gone lesbian on her.
And that is, actually, not the worst of it. Someone needs to put a shock collar around Moore’s neck and press the button every time they catch him typing the word “actually.” He used it so many times, that, starting at page 145, I kept a tally. Over the next 59 pages, he used that word no less than 15 times. That’s an average of once every four pages (twice, actually, on page 152).
With the underdeveloped plot and the atrocious writing, this book reads like a first draft. There's probably a decent story in there, somewhere, but the manuscript is in need of a couple of rewrites and considerable editing.