It was nice to have a woman to press against when he settled beside the camp fire: even when that woman was cold and dead and maggots had eaten her eyes.
Wow. The first thing I have to say about author Brian David's "Under a Blood Red Sky" is that this story definitely puts the weird in weird western! Don't get me wrong: I thoroughly enjoyed myself but dang! I'm not sure whether "everything and the kitchen sink" would be - or I guess have been - appropriate for the vernacular of the time or the location but you can tick that off your literary checklist for sure. Maybe I should just say "this 'un had the whole kit and caboodle of strange-itudes!" and hope you'd understand. And then I could spit a wad of tobacco out on the dusty trail and stare into the fiery visage of the setting sun with a far-away and haunted glare to emphasize my point, no? Yeehaw, y'all.
The thought of those cherub faced children being mauled and eaten alive should have horrified me. Truthfully, all it succeeded in doing was stirring an insatiable hunger in my belly.
I will say that David (arrgh, two first names!) does more than a passable job piecing together this thoroughly wild and sometimes quite gory ride. We're presented with four parts - well, truth be told, there's really more like four and a half - that are tied together albeit somewhat loosely via various commonalities, not the least of which is that at least until we get to the end section, each one has their own unique kind of nightmarish monster to face. And that last section more than makes up for it with a definitive crescendo of tension and horror!
Its slit mouth opened to reveal an inexplicably wide maw, which it pressed into the open pit and fed on a soup of blood and pulped brain matter.
I also suspect that at least half of this "story" as it were was written outside of the original creative process of putting the whole of it all together, only because some of the pacing seemed to change somewhat subtly once we switched settings. Either way, it worked very well for the most part - you can follow the trail as long as you don't worry too much about logic or genres or your own sanity. I would warn future readers, however, not to get too attached to various characters as life is hard, short and more often than not very bloody in these parts!
The spears’ poisoned tips prevented his making any movements, but the toxin didn’t quell the pain as they fell upon him and with sharp teeth stripped flesh from his bones.
What's also interesting is that the author (ha!) didn't hesitate to expand our, well, exposure to the hazards of making our way across the still-young USofA. And by that I mean, if you're looking for ONLY urban fantasy elements, well, hold on to your silver spears and protect any bits you don't want probed. Needless to say, the visit to that strangest of all desert oases (oasi?) is out there (literally and figuratively) and leaves more unanswered questions behind than answers! After all, once you see the conclusion of this adventure, you may remind yourself that there's still another "one" out there! Beware the Egg!!! Or the Gods! Maybe both, I'm not sure!
I was overtaken by an unaccountable feeling of calm: the only thing which quickened my pulse was thoughts of more killing.
In conclusion, I found the story read more than smoothly and, like I said, though it varied somewhat, the pacing remained very good throughout. The short length of the book is belied by the wild changes we see and what winds up being a pretty wild cast of characters that each serve their own purpose, no matter how despicably or admirably so. Oh and in reference to the general mortality of all: by my count, there's only one character that I can confirm made it from page one to almost the end, though I suspect another - though not initially named - was with us from the start. The nods towards good old-fashioned western writing styles - including longing looks at the untamed lands that stretch before our riders - are just dandy. And if it weren't for an unfortunately larger than expected number of punctuation and other editing errors, I would have really been willin' to fire off my six-shooters in celebration of me finishin' today. Still, well worth a gander and I'm glad I got the chance to ride along. Happy trails pard'ner!