If you’ve never woken up from a car accident to discover that your wife is dead and you’re an animated, rotting corpse, then you probably wouldn’t understand.
My mother tries to explain that I need support and that I’m just going through a period of adjustment. “Like puberty,” she says.
If you’ve never been in a dumpster coated with industrial waste while someone stabs you with a piece of sharpened rebar, then you probably wouldn’t understand.
Maberry is a master at writing scenes that surge and hum with tension. The pacing is relentless. He presses the accelerator to the floor and never lets up, taking you on a ride that leaves your heart pounding. It’s almost impossible to put this book down. Dead of Night is an excellent read.