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Eight Cylinders (Reviewed by Mort Stone)

Eight Cylinders (Reviewed by Mort Stone)

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Not what I expected, to be honest.

This story begins with a shootout, where Seb McAlister is hunched behind a car with his best friend, holding the magic 8-ball fake eye of a gangster. I know, I know, how predictable.

It became very clear from the first page that this story is going to be action-fueled—not really what this horror fan was in the mood for—but since it was Crystal Lake Publishing behind it, I was going to push through. Seb gets shot in the stomach and flees Vegas, heading into the desert.

When he wakes up, he is with a small community of…I guess the best description here would be to call them ‘individuals’ rather than ‘weirdos’. Surrounded by mountains and in the kind of heat which would make any normal man reconsider their opinion of Hell, he soon finds out he is trapped. There is a Lovecraftian monster in them there hills, boy, whose anthem is ‘Feed my Frankenstein’ by Alice Cooper. Okay, if I lost you there, I am referring to the lyrics: “And then I’m gonna eat ya!”

Yip, once you’ve entered, you can never leave. Like a Turkish prison or The Hotel California.

I’m going to stop there for a moment. When I reached that part of the story, my hope totally deflated. I told myself: “Mort, if this thing is gonna end like the TV show Lost, this book is getting one star!”

Honestly, that’s where I thought we were heading. Since I didn’t give it one star, you can relax and read on.

Well, due to circumstances, which I’m not going to discuss, they have to make a break for it. And then this story transforms to the last part of the Mad Max II movie.

Again, I don’t dismiss action, but I really wanted some horror. And while it was really exciting and action filled, I was beginning to dread this story was going to end like that movie. Deflated, yet again. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I tend to be on the cynical side.

So, I told myself: “Mort, if this thing is gonna end like the movie Mad Max II, this book is getting one star!”

Relax, I didn’t give it one star, remember?

And then we got to the end, and it knocked me on my ass—this author blew it out of the water.

Superb! Loved everything about that ending!

Rating: 4 out of 5.
Eight Cylinders by Jason Parent

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With a little luck and a ragtag group of would-be monster mashers racing alongside him, Seb just might have a shot of making it through the mountains alive.

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Sebastian “Seb” McAlister has run out of luck in Vegas. Cornered by a trigger-happy gang and shot through the stomach, he makes a desperate escape in his supercharged Hellcat. Fate guides Seb safely out of Sin City and into the desert, but as his wheels fade into the horizon, he fades into darkness. He awakes among a tiny community in the middle of nowhere. A mountain range circles the hodgepodge of shacks like prison walls looming high. And the warden that resides in those mountains is big, ugly, and deadly—a creature straight out of a Lovecraftian nightmare. If Seb hopes to escape that wayward way station, he’ll need enough cunning to outwit a force beyond comprehension… and a fast car. With a little luck and a ragtag group of would-be monster mashers racing alongside him, Seb just might have a shot of making it through the mountains alive. Proudly represented by —Tales from the Darkest Depths.

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Mort Stone lives in untamed Africa, where he rides his lion to work every morning to slave away as a scientist who learned how to fake competency.

Reading is his passion…well, the one he can admit to, anyway. As an aggressive pacifist, he chooses to fight vicariously through stories which can bring him no physical harm.

While he is almost confidant that his IQ is in the top 50%, his wife regularly reminds him of all the stupid things he does. He will neither admit nor deny the accusations of sarcasm, but he can act like he cares. Most of the time.

As an avid reader of horror and thrillers, and somewhat of a movie buff in those genres, he still blames his insomnia on Global Warming. Because he can.

He would also like to apologize in advance for any swear words which might slip through…he will blame that on the insomnia.

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