I admit, creature horror is my favorite kind. I think I've read Paul E. Cooley's The Black series at least 5 times, so I may have a bit of a bias toward this genre. But this book was very entertaining. The way the story started by dancing between the two groups, the writing following a train of thought from one to the other was awesome. The oddball characters, the sarcasm, and the delightful language (see below) used, all made this one of my rare five star books.
Favorite paragraph, now highlighted in my copy:
Stiletto-heeled strip sandals teetered dangerously below fish-net clad legs more suited to the chorus front line of Club Internationale than to the disease-pregnant swamps of the Fly River. A passion-red sheathing of satin under intolerable tension transcended even straight nudity in revealing the curves beneath. The white-skin sheen of swelling breasts hinted at the carnal fantasy supreme - the perpetual conflict of mammary stresses finally exploding from the minimal restraints imposed by the dress designer's daring.
Not sure that the low rating folks read the same book. While "Alan Smithee" was counting ellipsis, I was (under my real name) reading one of the most nerve-jangling, suspenseful books I have picked up in some time. Horrible men looking to prey on plane-crash victims in an unmapped swamp full of crocodiles. What could possibly go wrong?
Thrilling, stomach churning (man's inhumanity towards nature and each other), and written in a playful style. I lost a lot of sleep with this one. I was unable to stop at bedtime.
I wish we could remake books like we do movies because Creatures has all the right pieces for a nasty bit of nature horror. Sadly, the excellent premise is undercut by a plodding, disappointing plot and tryhard verbiage. An easy win ends up being a monster disappointment.