Forgive me if we already have had this one. Not mentioned much this book. I plucked it of the shelf today and considered a revisit as its been many years and with my recent return to Worms and reading Croak for the very first time I thought I would stay within the slimy coated thingies realm.
Plotwise it concerns a Drilling team in Hertfordshire finding some strange hairs underground . Then on in folk are being killed off. First by a strange acid then others are discovered with their insides sucked out and piles of skin are all that remain.
The titular little sods are hungry and have lain dorment for years and are looking for food or as the book says "looking for meat to digest "
I will start it again later on this evening. Currently reading Geralds Game by the King bloke also re reading Pan 8 so I won't be rushing through the book although to be truthful its only 208 pages.
Anyone shed any light on the writer ? Has another book titled WORM I believe.
I'm a fan of Harry Adam Knight too. Slimer is fantastic - like Alien set on an oilrig with sex.
On a deserted oil rig lurks the ultimate horror -
A genetically-engineered killing machine that cannot be destroyed -
And only six people stand between it... and you!
Now that's what I call a blurb. Also great 'gaping maw' cover art and suitably overwrought tag-line ("One by one it took them... and death was only the beginning!"). Plenty of exclamation marks, which as you know is always a mark of real quality.
Slimer is a riot of pulp colour. Every SF/Horror cliche you could possibly imagine, and then some. Chapters are nice and short and generally end with a cliff-hanger ("He knew he had to get out of there and fast.", "Then the door began to splinter inwards...", "I don't think any of us are going to get off this rig alive."). Black slime, bad sex... all you could ask from a trashy pulp paperback really.
Only minor gripe might be the characters. Obviously I understand why there has to be six of them - I mean, they have to get picked off one by one and Brosnan's got 150 pages to fill. It's just with few of them having any discernable individual characteristics - except nasty Alex who's possibly the biggest, most irredeemable bastard ever immortalised in print - whenever anybody says anything you have to stop and think who they are (Chris? Which one's she then? The redhead or the brunette? Is she Mark's girlfriend? No, that's what's her name... Linda). It'd be better if Brosnan hadn't bothered with names at all and you just had; "What happened here," said the blonde one angrily. "I'd like to know what weapons like those are doing on an oil rig." "Well, we already know it's no ordinary oil rig," said the one who's going to survive at the end.
Just finished Tendrils & what a riot of people eating death it was, Mr Childer or Knight or whatever you choose to call him certainly knows how to entertain people like me with short attention spans. The book whilst being gory & fast paced also oddly reminded me of the Quatermass serials with an alien menace buried underground & a heroic professor with all the answers, heartily recommended to anyone with a pulp passion - 8/10
I'm currently around half-way through this, and am enjoying it hugely. I'm not sure what I can say about the plot without spoiling it, but, yes, there is indeed a peeping tom.
Modification: This is still a massively fun, fast-paced read with an absurdly high death count and enough twists and turns to hold the readers interest. IMO, it lives up to its tagline. I would recommend that all of you read it at least once. Never a dull moment.
Just finished Tendrils - a rollicking good read. Given my weakness for toilet humour I was pleasantly surprised to see a couple of blokes cop it while sitting on the bog - one poor sod is an aging, constipated film director (clearly drawn from life) whom the worm-like beasties fasten on to at his most vulnerable, and the other a nasty rapist who takes a crap after having his wicked way with the heroine for the best part of an hour. No great literary heights are reached, but SIC is nothing if not entertaining.
... in which case, if you've not read it yet, my guess is you'd be rolling about the floor during the protracted death throes of Elvira Franklen in Michael Slade's Ripper. You don't suppose there's any way we can shove all that squishy mass of intestine back up again .....
You'll surely love SIK/ HAK's Worm, which - Our Lady of 'when invertebrates attack (from within)' novels be praised - is another scraped from the same mould.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.
Did I really type that post above all those years ago Anyway a quick question to any owners of this novel. Is it me, or my copy or is this book a little bit smaller in size ? I don't mean the page count I mean the actual height if-you-will of the book. My other Grafton novels are not this size, and I don't have Worm to see if that also is the same. Just a random question to the members, perhaps I have a hybrid copy.