George and Lou are just
trying to do their jobs, if that means breaking bones, then so be it, but they
are decent guys really, honest!
These lovely, gone to
seed, muscle hounds are given the simple job of driving a captured werewolf up
state (insert laugh here as we all know werewolves don’t exist, right).
They are given a set of
rules by their employer, Mr Bateman, a bit like the mogwai rules only these
involve no food, no water and never open the cage.
The instant they set off
Ivan (the werewolf) does not shut up, mostly with derisive comments set to
infuriate our two good henchmen.
Then the dog incident at
the petrol station occurs and suddenly they have blood everywhere and a witness
on Georges lap. Ivan continues his wind up.
Eventually of course the
primary rule is broken and soon they are all on a wolf hunt!
Murder, mayhem and
general nastiness take place as all members of the chase have their own
agendas. There is plenty of gore as the werewolf delights in his killing spree.
One of the funniest parts
(for me) was in the middle of Ivan kicking ten buckets of blood out of George,
Lou decides that running past shouting “ferret, ferret, ferret” is the best way
to distract him from ripping Georges throat out; for some reason I could not
stop giggling!
Eventually after a mass
murder at the Cotton Mouse Tavern the “professionals” are called in, which goes
as well as you think it might, let’s just say body parts where thrown around
and leave it at that.
The climactic final
battle was intense and I was on the edge of my seat as to who would win and
how, sorry no spoilers here!
I thoroughly enjoyed this
book and can’t wait to get my teeth, normal human ones, into Wolf Hunt 2, the
explosion of gore and comedy just had me gagging and giggling for the last
three hours, I could not bear to put this book down.
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