Six quirky but brave youngsters confront the path of a colossal and terrible otherworldly malevolence that has infiltrated our world from the farthest reaches of oblivion. They are compelled to wage a lifelong battle fighting it, experiencing terror upon terror in the ordeal.
This is the plot, roughly, of the master of horror’s seminal work It (a standout in his career; no debate). It is also the plot of King’s son Joe Hill’s new massive horror novel, in which a close-knit group summon the ancient, deeply sinister dragon the Sorrowful Monarch from the Long Dark to aid them in overcoming some baddies. Needless to say, their supernatural ritual has unintended consequences.
Joseph Hillström King began his writing journey making great efforts to remain separate from his renowned parent, using the pseudonym he still uses today and steering clear of encounters with his agent (he exhibits a uncanny likeness to his parent). Yet with this recent release, he leans into it. Certain passages that deliberately echo some of the senior author’s well-known (“The man in black fled across the desert …”); a moment that evokes a King plot point (a battle of wits). In this epic story, the author rejoices in his heritage, and the audience revels alongside.
Returning to the group: five of them are pupils at the made-up the esteemed institution in Maine. First is Arthur, studious and gifted, cracking Old English riddles in his free moments; the character Colin, wealthy, clever, and inclined to bulldoze those who oppose him; Donna and Donovan; the stunning Allie herself. And there’s Gwen, who isn’t their classmate, but becomes a key part of their circle as they toy, half believing, partly skeptical, in arcane arts.
Arthur is, for reasons we don’t need to go into, compelled to pilfer rare books from his cherished academic collection by a bunch of local criminals. This wounds his academic spirit, particularly as he’s made to take the collection’s foremost and disturbing title: the journal of adept Enoch Crane (executed “for dealing with infernal entities in 1703”; the cover is crafted from his flesh). Our Scooby gang peruse the diary, realize they are able to call forth what the occultist details as a armored demon” to assist Arthur with his extortion dilemma – and spend the rest of the novel enduring the repercussions. The dragon will indeed rid them of those troublesome local drug dealers, but they must select a fresh offering every twelve months or succumb to the dragon’s wrath. As Arthur later puts it: “You plant seeds of destruction, all you get is further monstrosities.”
Spanning forty years, the author shifts with seamless grace through various literary forms: as the friends strive to manage the situation they find themselves in by, through diverse methods, choosing undeniably wicked targets to offer up, or seeking means to destroy the entity themselves, we transition from thriller to dark fantasy, black-ops torture to romance to horror. A standout transition was to a quest story, within the subterranean depths below Cornwall, a segment tinged by JRR Tolkien that was gloriously terrifying.
We encounter trolls – bridge-dwelling ones and internet antagonists, truly terrifying and superbly depicted. We see enchanted blades and betrayals, heart-stopping scenes of valor and scenes of dreadful evil, both human and extraterrestrial. It stands as a masterpiece: a horror novel that is chiefly a tribute to the creative spirit, and to affection and camaraderie. “We longed for a tale to embrace and {now we’ve got one|presently we possess it|currently we hold it,” says the wealthy student as the friends assemble around a surface, preparing to summon their dragon to life with the strength of their collective will.
In the author’s own words in his introductory quote: “Hic sunt dracones”. Ensure you experience it.
An avid explorer and travel writer with over a decade of experience in documenting remote destinations and outdoor adventures.