|Is that a crossbow? or are you just happy to see me?|
As you can tell from the cover (unless you have Down's Syndrome or are otherwise enfeebled), this happens to be a book with a story that is very dear to me; Post Apocalypse (fuck yeah!). Any time I see a book, movie, play, graphic novel, song, old-bum-telling-a-story, whetever about a post-apocalyptic world, I'm in. The idea that there's been some massive, world changing event that fucks humanities shit up so badly that only a small percentage survive is A-Okay in my book.
This one is particularly good due to the total, and instant, failure of technology. Imagine it: No electricity, guns won't fire, cars sit on half-full highways rotting away, man is left to hold itself together with blades, bows, and sheer balls-crunching baddassery. Fuck yes! If that doesn't
gum up your knickers, well, you must be dead inside.
This book is set in America, primarily the pacific northwest, around 35 years after everything went egg-shaped and humanity nutted the fuck up and wiped itself out due to sheer panic and cattle like idiocy. We find a world that's broken up into groups of varying size, all pulling together to remake society in their image. You have The McKenzie clan in southern Oregon, (Renaissance Fair throwbacks who had the skills to get by in a world with no technology). You have the Bearkiller Tribe just south of them (more hardcore fuckers from the old world). The Central Oregon Rancher's Society (pretentious twats mimicking bloody old England) The United States Of Boise (A bad motherfucking ex-special forces Captain trying to bring back the glory of the U.S. from Idaho). A batshit insane, yet surprisingly powerful cult, who's power base is in Montana. A whole fuckton of Mormons, and a bunch of other fuckers that do some stuff. WAIT! Don't let me forget about the people from northern Oregon! These weirdos were started by some bitch who was nuts for The Lord of the Rings books and made a clan where everybody spoke Elvish, and get this; they're all trained from birth to be the baddest fucking fighters out there.
I'm going to close this out by saying that this shit is bananas. Not even fucking around, ass kickery, bloodshed, copious debauchery, shit's fucking awesome. I'll be reading more of this series as soon as i get the chance.
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