A group of six oddball but resilient youngsters fall into the path of a colossal and dreadful otherworldly darkness that has invaded our existence from the outer limits of shadow. They have no choice but to spend their lifetimes fighting it, enduring one nightmare after another in the process.
This describes the premise, roughly, of the master of horror’s novel It (arguably his finest; undeniable). It similarly frames of Stephen King’s offspring Joe Hill’s recent massive horror novel, in which a close-knit group call forth the ancient, utterly malevolent serpent King Sorrow from the Endless Night to help them defeat some baddies. Needless to say, their supernatural ritual backfires.
Joseph Hillström King started his career making great efforts to remain separate from his well-known dad, publishing under the pen name he maintains to this day and eschewing in-person meetings with his agent (he bears a uncanny likeness to his dad). However, in his newest work, he fully acknowledges it. Several quotes that deliberately echo some of the senior author’s well-known (that classic opening line); a incident that recalls a recurring theme in King’s works (a battle of wits). In this epic story, the author rejoices in his lineage, and we delight along with him.
Back to those friends: the majority are scholars at the imagined the esteemed institution in the New England state. We have Arthur, academic and gifted, deciphering ancient puzzles in his spare time; the character Colin, rich, clever, and inclined to bulldoze anyone who stands in his way; the twin siblings; the stunning Allie herself. Additionally, Gwen appears, who doesn’t study with them, but emerges as crucial of their band as they toy, somewhat credulous, somewhat doubtful, in arcane arts.
Arthur is, for reasons we don’t need to go into, forced into stealing rare books from his treasured institution’s archives by a group of neighborhood thugs. This tears at his bookish heart, especially when he’s forced to acquire the library’s most valuable and chilling publication: the journal of adept Enoch Crane (put to death “for trafficking with the devyll in 1703”; the binding is fashioned from his hide). The intrepid group peruse the diary, discover they could summon what the author references as a clever snake to help Arthur out with his coercion issue – and spend the rest of the novel enduring the repercussions. This ancient entity will undoubtedly remove those troublesome local drug dealers, but they must select a new sacrifice annually or become his victim themselves. In the character’s own words: “You invoke terrible forces, all you get is further monstrosities.”
Moving through four decades, the author shifts with seamless grace through various literary forms: as the allies endeavor to address the situation they find themselves in by, through diverse methods, choosing undeniably wicked targets to sacrifice, or hunting down ways to kill the dragon themselves, we move between suspense to dark fantasy, clandestine torment to romance to horror. A standout transition was to a adventure narrative, within the subterranean depths beneath this UK region, a section tinged by the fantasy maestro that was gloriously terrifying.
The novel features trolls – those living under bridges and internet antagonists, truly terrifying and expertly realized. The story includes mystic weapons and deceptions, pulse-pounding sequences of valor and instances of dreadful evil, both human and extraterrestrial. This is a remarkable achievement: a horror novel that is above all a paean to the human inventiveness, and to love and friendship. “We required a narrative to trust and {now we’ve got one|presently we possess it|currently we hold it,” says the wealthy student as the companions assemble around a surface, getting ready to invoke their dragon into existence with the power of their thoughts.
As Hill puts it in his introductory quote: “Here be dragons”. Ensure you experience it.
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