No morals, no remorse, no thought, just fury. It was beautiful.
4 1/2 stars! I must confess to being extremely pleased and surprised at how much I enjoyed David Haynes "Cryptids", the first book in the trilogy of the same name. No, not because I doubted the author's talents but because - how to put this? - well, because I had been deeply hurt before by a vaguely similar set-up. You see (have the violins started yet?) some months ago I was working on a cryptid-themed reading challenge and had then made the decision to have only book containing a = ONE Wendigo, as well as any multiple cryptids-facing-off-in-climatic-battle-scene (or scenes as the cases wound up being), um, book in my list. And at that time, I went instead with the "Bishop" duology by Candace Nola, which wound up being a rather drawn-out and poorly executed couple of stories that had me regretting for a while not only my selection but involving myself in the read-a-thon in the first place.
Monsters were everywhere. You just had to know how to smell them.
Yes, for all you writers out there, it's not only the talent YOU possess or how well YOUR book is received. But you need to accept that your fellow writers' efforts also influence whether or not we mere humans known as the reading public will buy your books. Totally fair, right? Needless to say at that time I swore off Wendigo-based stories as well as pretty much anything with the prefix were- shoved in front (exceptions included were-rats and were-cats in the domain of one Douglas Lumsden). THANKFULLY though, all that is behind me now because this first chapter by Haynes was absolutely kick-ass fantastic (it took me a while but I got there)! "Cryptids" was very well-written and exciting, with a host of fascinating and badly damaged characters including, yes, a Wendigo, at least one werewolf and some kind of critter I still haven't been able to identify (reminder to self: google "cryptid with spikes everywhere"). And that doesn't even start on us on the hybrids, the pseudo-bigfoot, nor the various psycho- and sociopaths that made up the human contingent in this thrilling adventure. Or it's really just one big clusterfuck, your call.
In its wake, a smoky plume of death trailed from its gaping maw.
And while we're on the topic (we are, trust me): if you are interested in checking this book out, I would put it in the same category as Larry Correia's "Monster Hunters International" stories, though with much, much less weapons worship than the MHI crew shows. Sure, it's still very much in parts a "hoorah, let's kick some cryptid ass" tale but all that is within reason and there's some neat twists included with same. I'd also even give a nod towards Nicholas Sansbury Smith' and Tom Abrahams' truly immortal "Extinction Red Line" aka "Extinction Cycle #0.5", which I hope that fans of this sub-genre know was the precursor to the amazing "Extinction Cycle" series of what I still think of as just an absolutely wonderfully apocalyptic set of stories! Bottom-line - and lesson to be learned - though is that when you're looking to enhance soldiers by using bits and pieces from monstrous species, things will go very very wrong very very quickly! Even if you wind up using what Haynes refers to as a very human "Berserker" to practice your voodoo on! (no, sadly he did not wind up being a crazy-eyed, drooling Viking but we can't have everything, eh?)
Humanity had nothing to offer but wanton greed, violence and hatred.
Really though, again, it's Haynes' multiple POVs that he gives us with just a number of really off-kilter folks that make this story live and breathe, as far as any of these characters actually qualify for either. For example, even taken solely on his own, Captain Case is one really messed up killing machine. And he's not the only military man that shows only his worst side to the reader. From his fellows that make up whatever they decided to call these cryptid hunters to the psychopaths on guard duty at the Facility - including apparently one serial killer? - the service members of the USofA are not presented as gleaming paragons of citizenship and empathy. No, these are the folks that should already be long and thoroughly incarcerated and removed from endangering the public, if not worse (for them, not us).
He was a god, a demon. He was the creator, born of blood and death.
And that doesn't include the scientists that we meet, especially the utterly sadistic Doctor Borm (who I couldn't stop calling Brom in my head… and to be fair, he's called Born at least once!), the freak in charge of R&D who personally manages to mangle and abuse just about any living thing he's EVER gotten his hands on. But it all combines into one deliciously mixed potpourri of the worst humanity has to offer, to the point that we're all forgiven for wondering who are the real monsters involved here. Personally, I'm pulling for the folks that get all hairy during the full moon… what? Like they'll be worse than the current batch of "leaders" we've got running things?
The two parts of the creature, death and life, coexisted in a grotesque symbiosis.
We also then must include Shaw (his full name btw) and his loyal dog Girl (why you call her Girl? 'Cause that's what she is…). The history lessons that the former provides the reader are extremely poignant and added an absolutely wonderful sense of immortality and lore to the proceedings. No, cryptids are not something new, though the threat of man is relatively recent albeit overwhelming. It all makes for wonderful reading and I can't wait to continue the series - new reading challenge be damned (further chapters in a series don't count, sorry)! So as soon as I file this review away (as well as my abbreviated Amazon review, my Instagram post, and so on), I am definitely downloading both chapters 2 and 3! This is the good stuff folks and I'm just so glad the author reminded me why cryptid-based stories have always been among my favorites! Bite'cha later!