Wetbones
John Shirley
Open Road Media (October 6, 2015)
Reviewed by Nora B. Peevy

Disgusting wet husks of what used to be humans are showing up in Hollywood and Tom Prentice has no idea what has happened to his wife. It’s probably better he doesn’t. She’s become controlled by the dopamine highs while demons feed on her, controlled by ancient beasts that walk this earth in search of new victims and now she too is “wet bones”. If I told you more, I’d spoil the book for you. It’s been a bit since I’ve read a really messy splatterpunk dealing with meat suits and all our addictions and longing to feel good. That’s what the ancient beasts do. They make you feel pleasure, so you forget everything bad in your life while they gorge on you.

Make sure you’re not eating anything resembling the human body while you partake of this tasty treat. Shirley does a marvelous job of showing the readers the ropes of human depravity and sensuality and the lengths we are willing to go to when we want them. Imagine being trapped in a body that craves a dopamine fix but is so exhausted, it doesn’t want to do what it has to do to get it. The demons are nature’s ultimate killing machines. The perfect way to pick off the human race and have our planet. The best way to feed and eliminate the parasites living here, until we’re gone and they have to move somewhere else to get their next fix. Pick up your copy today.

About Nora B. Peevy

Nora B. Peevy is a cat trapped in a human’s body. Please send help or tuna. She toils away for JournalStone and Trepidatio Publishing as a submissions reader, is a co-editor for Alien Sun Press, the newest reviewer for Hellnotes, and has been published by Eighth Tower Press, Weird Fiction Quarterly, and other places. Usually, you can find her on Facebook asking for help escaping from her human body or to get tuna. Tuna is nice. Cats like tuna.