Customer Review

Reviewed in the United States on September 13, 2012
Let me start off by saying I have never disliked a single book Jonathan Maberry has ever written. Also, I probably have over 100 zombie novels in my collection, many of them continuing sagas. The problem is that most of them have continued way too long past the point the authors have had anything worth saying. Rather than telling a coherent story, they are just slapping down words on paper and milking the readers for all they're worth. Not so with Maberry's Rot and Ruin saga, at least up until this latest work. Now, I'm beginning to think that there is no plan for an end game, and that the series is just going to die long after it should have, not with a bang, but with a whimper.

The best single word description I can give this latest work is formulaic. We are introduced to a new set of antagonists, the Reapers (wow, never heard that term used before...about a hundred times), which also turns out to be the "official" name for the zombie pathogen. The Reapers are a "Snidely Whiplash"-like death cult ripped straight out of the 1970's film The Omega Man, complete with the cheesy names (like Brother Peter) and the corny dialogue (about ridding the world of the old evil). That schtick basically ruined that movie just as surely as it ruined this book, and by the looks of the ending, threatens to poison the rest of the story with its toxic tripe. I swear, if one of these bozos said "Praise be to the darkness" one more time, I would have hurled all over my iPad. We are also introduced to some new protagonists including, and I'm not making this up, an alternate reality Joe Ledger (yes, that's his name) and Ghost (no, he's named Grimm, he wears armor, and he's a Mastiff). Needless to say, by the time I got to the point alternate Joe was introduced, my suspension of disbelief had lost all of its suspensions.

Last, but certainly not least, I know this is supposed to be young adult fiction, but the constant teen angst among all the regular protagonists was laid on waaaaay too thick. Page after page of pointless "wailing and gnashing of teeth" got on my nerves to the point that, if I'd actualy been there, I would have "quieted" some of them myself, Nix in particular.

In summary, Mr. Maberry, please fire the hack ghost writer that penned this turd and wrap up the story yourself in the very next volume. It's gotten older and smellier than any of the zoms ever were.
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