The thing is, this is not just some extreme violence slopped together with gore to attract readers the sleazy way. Shaw still maintains his storytelling expertise by weaving together the threads of insane personal interactions to create the ultimate welcome banner for the Great Old One.
Reading Matt Shaw is like getting a tattoo: hurts like hell, but I'm pleased with the results, and I can't deny how good the adrenaline rush feels...and, like an addict, I keep coming back for another round. I'm just not sure how I'm going to make it through the next one.
As always,
AstraDaemon
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