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Octopus #1-3
Octopus: The Complete Trilogy
This is the complete OCTOPUS trilogy collected together in one book. H.P Lovecraft left Him sleeping at the bottom of the South Pacific ocean. Now, Matt Shaw attempts to awaken Cthulhu. OCTOPUS With mounting debt, and her career not going in the direction she'd hoped for, Jessica Ann took a modelling job at the Larsen's lavish party. What should have been an easy evening soon takes a nightmarish turn when she finds herself embroiled in an insane plot to awaken The Old Great One... OCTOPUS 2 It has been 8 months since Max and Helena's ritual to awaken The Great Old One and, around the house, things have started to get "insane" as the re-birth edges ever closer. Helena has been kept in a secure room with walls lined of lead, to stop an unexpected madness creeping through to those who happen to pass her room. Max has been keeping himself busy with new, dark hobbies which were okayed by his loving and loyal wife when it was obvious he couldn't touch her until The Great Old One was out of her. As the two prepare for His awakening, they realise that no one will be immune to the ensuing insanity but, unlike the rest of the world, they're ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for Him to rise again and claim his rightful position as "God". OCTOPUS 3 With sacrifices made and plans seen through, the time has come. There is a bubbling from the bottom of the ocean. The waves are getting more violent. Storms beat down upon the unworthy earth. The Great Old One opens his eyes. We all go mad... Scenes of a graphic nature
319 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 9, 2021
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About the author
Matt Shaw
531 books2,208 followersBiography
MATT SHAW was born, quite by accident (his mother tripped, he shot out) September 30th 1980 in Winchester hospital where he was immediately placed on the baby ward and EBay. Some twelve years later (wandering the corridors of the hospital and playing with road kill when he was on day release), the listing closed and he remained unsold, he was booted out of the hospital to start his life as a writer and hobbit – beginning with writing screenplays and short stories for his own amusement before finally getting published when he was twenty-seven years and forty-five seconds old.
Once Published weekly in a lad's magazine with his photography work, Matt Shaw is also a published author and cartoonist. Has to be said, can be a bit of a flirt and definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, somewhat of a klutz.
Favourite books
"Roald Dahl's Collection of Short Stories"
Tim Burton's Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy
Anything, really, written by himself. Because he is that good.
MATT SHAW was born, quite by accident (his mother tripped, he shot out) September 30th 1980 in Winchester hospital where he was immediately placed on the baby ward and EBay. Some twelve years later (wandering the corridors of the hospital and playing with road kill when he was on day release), the listing closed and he remained unsold, he was booted out of the hospital to start his life as a writer and hobbit – beginning with writing screenplays and short stories for his own amusement before finally getting published when he was twenty-seven years and forty-five seconds old.
Once Published weekly in a lad's magazine with his photography work, Matt Shaw is also a published author and cartoonist. Has to be said, can be a bit of a flirt and definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, somewhat of a klutz.
Favourite books
"Roald Dahl's Collection of Short Stories"
Tim Burton's Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy
Anything, really, written by himself. Because he is that good.
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May 12, 2021
Horrible
This is the worst book I ever read. I guess this is the type of response an “author” and I mean that term VERY loose is looking for. It’s gross, disrespectful to women and it’s every other horrible description I as a non-author can describe. Authors, loosely termed again, should not be able to publish crap like this. What kind of sick mind can even think of this crap. Mr. Matt Shaw your book literally sucked! I hope one day you will be able to write something inspiring instead of crap like this. There’s no scoring lower that a 1 but if there was you would get -10.
This is the worst book I ever read. I guess this is the type of response an “author” and I mean that term VERY loose is looking for. It’s gross, disrespectful to women and it’s every other horrible description I as a non-author can describe. Authors, loosely termed again, should not be able to publish crap like this. What kind of sick mind can even think of this crap. Mr. Matt Shaw your book literally sucked! I hope one day you will be able to write something inspiring instead of crap like this. There’s no scoring lower that a 1 but if there was you would get -10.
June 19, 2021
Great
What a bizarre tale and a shout out to Lovecraft like no other with enough original content to make it its own monster
What a bizarre tale and a shout out to Lovecraft like no other with enough original content to make it its own monster
March 5, 2024
“With the laptop shut, her mind drifted back to Jess once again. A little voice in the back of her mind whispered that she shouldn't worry about her. Yes it didn't look good that she'd put her in touch with the Larsens but - that was before she knew what they were about. Grace put Jess in touch with them with the best of intentions. It was supposed to be easy money. There was no mention of "extras" or non-disclosure agreements.”
Dear Christ, I do not even know where to begin with this trilogy. Each book is a different entity than the last, and the only lasting connection between them all is the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Cthulhu (in this book The Great Old One, but it’s Cthulhu). Being my second trilogy read by the wonderfully twisted Matt Shaw, I had a little bit more of an expectation with what I was getting myself into, but being an extreme horror author, I was not prepared for what was to come. Each book has something unique and fun to share and explore, and with that, let’s start with Book One.
Book One started out in the vein of Eyes Wide Shut, following a typical rich sex cult preparing for a night of excess and the sort. But this rich sex cult has a much darker side, and an ulterior motive that you don’t even know about until it comes out. Jessica Ann being down on her luck and just looking to make some extra money to pay her bills is such a real setup that I almost forgot I was diving into extreme horror, and it feels that way for about 75% of the book. One thing I can commend this book for is being grounded in reality until it isn’t, and even then the actions in the book could technically happen, I just don’t want to imagine that. The ending is disgusting to say the least, and I could not believe what I was reading and how far it had strayed from where it started, but don’t take that for disappointment, I was so shocked and pleased with the direction it took. And the flow from book one to book to leads us to follow the journey of conception to birth.
Into Book Two, we follow the extravagant party hosts of the Larsens’, Max and Helena, and their 9 month journey through a pregnancy unlike anything you will ever see or read about hopefully ever again, because my God is this book vile. Seeing how strong The Old Great One is while in the womb, and enclosed in a metal room, is horrifying to imagine what will happen when, or if, it gets out. I love how quickly Max’s character switches from book one to book two, where he is the evil mastermind to bringing the resurrection of The Old Great One, but once his plan finally succeeds, he realizes that all of humanity will be wiped out and tries desperately, and unsuccessfully, to undo his actions. I think this one falters a bit, but the slow build up comes crashing into complete chaos that we find in the third and final book in the trilogy.
We come to the end with Book Three, and while the chaos and madness ensue, it feels like a hangout book for a good portion of it, with our key players waiting around for The Old Great One to finally arise after the successful rebirth from Helena. I loved the couple hanging out on the boat in the middle of the ocean just, waiting. It’s genuinely all they do, but to have them at the place where The Old Great One returns and knowing what’s to come, I loved their characters. And to see just pure chaos worldwide in graphic, violent detail, the buildup from the simple beginning of book one was so far away and out of mind that it felt like it was from a different author entirely.
Overall, this is one twisted trilogy, and while I wouldn’t consider it cosmic horror despite featuring the most iconic creature in the genre, I think it’s a great body horror trilogy that descends more and more into chaos with each passing page, never forgetting to remind you that yes, this is a book by Matt Shaw and yes, he is one sick author who I can’t get enough of.
Dear Christ, I do not even know where to begin with this trilogy. Each book is a different entity than the last, and the only lasting connection between them all is the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Cthulhu (in this book The Great Old One, but it’s Cthulhu). Being my second trilogy read by the wonderfully twisted Matt Shaw, I had a little bit more of an expectation with what I was getting myself into, but being an extreme horror author, I was not prepared for what was to come. Each book has something unique and fun to share and explore, and with that, let’s start with Book One.
Book One started out in the vein of Eyes Wide Shut, following a typical rich sex cult preparing for a night of excess and the sort. But this rich sex cult has a much darker side, and an ulterior motive that you don’t even know about until it comes out. Jessica Ann being down on her luck and just looking to make some extra money to pay her bills is such a real setup that I almost forgot I was diving into extreme horror, and it feels that way for about 75% of the book. One thing I can commend this book for is being grounded in reality until it isn’t, and even then the actions in the book could technically happen, I just don’t want to imagine that. The ending is disgusting to say the least, and I could not believe what I was reading and how far it had strayed from where it started, but don’t take that for disappointment, I was so shocked and pleased with the direction it took. And the flow from book one to book to leads us to follow the journey of conception to birth.
Into Book Two, we follow the extravagant party hosts of the Larsens’, Max and Helena, and their 9 month journey through a pregnancy unlike anything you will ever see or read about hopefully ever again, because my God is this book vile. Seeing how strong The Old Great One is while in the womb, and enclosed in a metal room, is horrifying to imagine what will happen when, or if, it gets out. I love how quickly Max’s character switches from book one to book two, where he is the evil mastermind to bringing the resurrection of The Old Great One, but once his plan finally succeeds, he realizes that all of humanity will be wiped out and tries desperately, and unsuccessfully, to undo his actions. I think this one falters a bit, but the slow build up comes crashing into complete chaos that we find in the third and final book in the trilogy.
We come to the end with Book Three, and while the chaos and madness ensue, it feels like a hangout book for a good portion of it, with our key players waiting around for The Old Great One to finally arise after the successful rebirth from Helena. I loved the couple hanging out on the boat in the middle of the ocean just, waiting. It’s genuinely all they do, but to have them at the place where The Old Great One returns and knowing what’s to come, I loved their characters. And to see just pure chaos worldwide in graphic, violent detail, the buildup from the simple beginning of book one was so far away and out of mind that it felt like it was from a different author entirely.
Overall, this is one twisted trilogy, and while I wouldn’t consider it cosmic horror despite featuring the most iconic creature in the genre, I think it’s a great body horror trilogy that descends more and more into chaos with each passing page, never forgetting to remind you that yes, this is a book by Matt Shaw and yes, he is one sick author who I can’t get enough of.
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