Book Review: Toy Soldiers: Of Monsters and Men, Vol. 1 by D.D. Ward
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐½ (3.5/5)
This book doesn’t just tell a story. It dissects one. Toy Soldiers is part gritty horror, part speculative thinkpiece, and part mythpunk war machine with a philosophical payload big enough to crack open your moral compass. It doesn’t ask if humanity is worth saving. It asks if humanity was ever more than a weapon pointed at itself.
⟡ Opening Vibe: Urban horror, no brakes
The prologue grabs you by the ankle and drags you into a hell where even the monsters have monsters. It opens in a cracked city that’s alive with rot and fear, then gets worse. There’s dread in the details: the rhythm of heels on pavement, the way light fractures like bone, the predator that stalks the predators. You don’t ease into this world. You survive it.
✅ Highlights:
➤ Predator vs. predator hierarchy
You think you know the threat, then a new one steps out of the dark. Then another. The violence here isn’t gratuitous. It’s judicial. Not moral. Not heroic. Just cold, calculated force. That escalation is addictive.
➤ The green-eyed boy
Not a savior. Not a villain. Just there, emotionless, deliberate, angel-of-death energy. A spectral presence who feels less like a person and more like a supernatural constant.
➤ Cosmic stakes teased early
One voice in the dark, laughing, ancient, watching, hints that this is bigger than city streets or gunfights. The shift from urban horror to something mythic is one of the cleanest tonal pivots I’ve read.
🎯 Thematic Thread
"Man is a wolf to man." Except maybe there’s only one wolf. The line "Maybe there are, in fact, not two wolves but just one" becomes the philosophical knife the rest of the novel sharpens itself on. The dualities, good vs. evil, myth vs. science, soldier vs. child, blur until there’s just violence and survival, echoed across gods and mortals alike.
🧠 Philosophical Weight
This isn’t just dystopia. It’s dystopia with a degree in political theory. Every major character carries an ideological thread. Realpolitik, spiritual fatalism, war as policy. The Hobbes, Machiavelli, Adam Smith nods aren’t gimmicks. They’re genetic. This book weaponizes philosophy.
💥 Myth + Biotech + Military = Hell Yes
The Olympian soldier strains? Brilliant. The absence of Hades? Deliciously ominous. These aren't gods. These are echoes of gods reprogrammed into war machines. But myth doesn’t forget. It waits.
➤ Favorite Bit of Reinvention:
Petteia, the ancient war game rebranded as “Pebbles,” used for tactical training and sibling banter. It’s sharp, funny, and painfully loaded with cultural decay. Also: “Yeah, the same between my brother’s thighs” is peak gallows humor.
🎭 Characters Who Slap (Literally and Figuratively):
Jack Mallory – The manipulator with Iliad in his bloodstream. Watching him play fate like a chess game is terrifying and kind of hot.
Grace – Your emotional seatbelt. Her quiet wisdom and smokescreen charm ground the chaos.
Tony Smith – Gets his sniper showcase and it’s brutal. His precision is art. Until it's not.
Ana Soto (Eris) – Chaos incarnate. Her name choice? Chills. She didn’t choose violence. She is violence.
🎧 Song Match
“Knights of Cydonia” – Muse
Because this book is an electric war hymn written in cosmic blood. It's all drive, dread, and divine doom.
📎 Best Quote:
“Maybe there are, in fact, not two wolves but just one.”
⚠️ Content Warnings:
Graphic violence, body horror, child endangerment, war, military trauma, loss of parent, existential dread, philosophical despair, manipulation, imperialism, religious themes
💀 Final Verdict:
Toy Soldiers: Vol. 1 is a myth-soaked, philosophically rich dystopian epic that balances cosmic horror with boots-on-the-ground trauma. It dares to ask what happens when we play god with gods already watching and doesn’t flinch when the answer bleeds.
Bring a coin. And maybe a prayer.