Bravo, Alan Pollack. Awesome. Simply awesome.
And the creatues? Nailed them. Absolutely nailed the monsters. Imagine that thing, bobbbing along like a giant pelican. And all that white stuff is dangling and swaying like loose floppy skin, like a fat man that had lost too much weight too quickly. The garden trowel hands are for digging… Deep in the earth, where man shouldn’t go. And they eat you. Whole.
The background is Michigan. This looks like a Christmas story, what with all the snow.
And spoiler alert, you guys that have read the first books. Ya’ll know who the werewolf is. The red head? You’ll like her.
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