The book starts off well enough, and soon resolves itself into a portmanteau of tales delivered by those who have encountered the entities of Lovecraft’s mythos. However, the compulsion to cobble in references to other Mythos stories, and other books (particularly Dracula) feels clumsy, so that by the time we head to the denouncement, it’s all devolved into an overwrought, cartoonish boys-own adventure, heavily slathered with JudeoChristian moralizing. In short, it starts off as Lovecraft, but ends up as second-hand Derleth.
Will be returning and have no interest in the sequels.
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