“Look, George,” said Bob. “You’re all grown up now. We’re both spiders of the world. Your Uncle Bob, well… I have needs, like any other spider. It’s been a while since I’ve had some, if you know what I mean.”
“Female action,” said Uncle Bob.
George gritted his fangs. The leer on Bob’s lips reminded him of the funnel web. “Uh-hmm,” he said.
“I just need something to get me through.” Bob gestured to the screen.
“Get you through what?” George said.
“You know…. something to get me through.”
George stared. His eight eyes snapped wide.
“You shouted me up here… you… you want pictures of female spiders who open their legs for anyone?” sputtered George. There was venom in his words. Being a spider, there always was, but it rarely made the air.
Psychic Spiders – Toby Stone.
Yet another book that is exactly what it says on the box. It’s full of spiders.
And it is excellent.
Quick confession time – I got this book months ago (free), laughed at the cover (above), put it on the bookshelf and promptly forgot about it…
…italics to indicate the passage of time…
…until July came around, and I realised I really should have read it by now. So I knuckled down, read it, and found that yet again an indie publisher has come through with the goods. This is a great book; funny in much of it, sad in parts, a bit disturbing throughout, whilst still bringing a tense sense of action. There are moments that shine brilliantly, and others that shoot for the stars – and miss – but mostly it’s just really entertaining.