Friday, June 4, 2010

Darklost












Darklost
Mick Farren


“Bury your money in the graveyard at midnight, and the curse will be lifted.”
Pg 140

Darklost is the second book in the Renquist Quartet, and it competently continues the bizarre – almost ridiculous – story of a modern day Nosferatu colony.   

The first book, Time of Feasting, was set in New York City, but at the conclusion of the book the colony was forced to flee in the face of an undead (zombie isn’t quite the appropriate term) army.  Darklost finds our lovable heroes in sunny L.A. where they adopt Brandon Wales (think Marlon Brando) as one of their own, fight crooked cops, and… something else…




Oh, that’s right.  They go head to head with the Apogee (think Scientology).  It turns out that when crazy people aren’t scaring black women on television they like to summon immortal harbingers of destruction.  Who Knew? 
Mr. Cruise out of the
closet long enough to 
scare a black woman

Apogee’s head dude, Marcus, is pretty not good at summoning cosmic entities into our universe.  I say “not good,” because he actually CAN summon non-corporeal beings… He just can’t control them once they get here.  And this time he’s hard at work bringing across the most powerful of uber-powerful squid-like beings: Rusty.


Rusty Rocks for Jesus





Ooops.  That’s not right.  It was Cthulhu.  I get the two confused sometimes.


"I can't do a thing with these face tentacles!"


In the end this novel taught me that scaring Oprah is way more fun than trying to summon Cthulhu, but not nearly as likely as you get you laid by Katie Holmes.  

Still, I highly recommend the series to fans of SF/Vampire mythologies.  The series so far has flirted with absurdity, but is so well-executed that it never feels cheesy or campy.


And now; More Rusty



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