Holy frijole, this might be the single most competent Johnstone novel I've come across yet, which is really saying something given that cover image. It's also the most subdued one, with almost none of the hard-right political and religious diatribes we get in most of his other works. While there's an abundance of violence and sexual assault, Johnstone manages to leave it mostly off-screen or confined to simple descriptions about a character being attacked by someone else and their clothing being torn off.
Lots of clothes being torn off teenage girls in this story, actually, now that I think about it. Trigger warnings required -- a phrase I imagine would have Johnstone apoplectic with exasperation were he alive to encounter it in my review, so sorry, ol' buddy, but the truth sometimes hurts.
Incest angles, which also tend to regularly surface in Johnstone's horror stories, are hinted at, or rather threatened by the demon child that is Paul, but never actually come to pass, although there is a scene of a possessed father attacking his own daughter during the final siege part of the book. As with all the other assaults though, very little is described.
There's one dickish reporter (let's face it, there's always a dickish reporter in his books), but he doesn't show up until 97% of the story's over with, and there are three reporters who behave like normal people to cancel him out. Did Johnstone actually encounter an editor who made him tone his stuff down, or was he pounding out his manuscript with his fingers instead of his dong?
Hell, even the plot is semi-comprehensible, even though it's sort of a re-tread of The Devil's Heart. As is typical for Johnstone's work around this time, there are entirely too many characters, and none is particularly engaging. By the end of the book, a number of people have been killed off and referred to by name, but because everyone in a Johnstone book regardless of age or gender sounds like they're written by a 40-year old male, you'll have a hard time keeping them all separate. But the guy even tries to throw in a curve ball/mystery in the last few chapters which serves to remind the audience that he's at least working on stepping up his plotting game. I also burned through this entire 430-page paperback in a single day, something which normally doesn't happen with Johnstone's stories. Despite its length, there really aren't any "boring bits" here.
Don't get me wrong: this is still batshit crazy. It's Johnstone, after all; batshittery of the highest caliber is the order of the day, but it's among the most approachable batshit crazy novels of his I've read. It's violent, to be sure, but Johnstone left out the gleeful depravity which exists in so many of his other tales, making it more palatable to perhaps a wider audience. That said, if you're coming to Johnstone because of that gleeful depravity, this might be a negative so temper your expectations. All in all though, I think this is a perfectly fine example of the man's "Hell comes to Small Town, USA" plot horse he rode through the 80s and 90s. For a Zebra book, it honestly doesn't get much better than this.