They’re…even they’re frightened of it!” Cliff exclaimed. “It’s got the whole lot of them just where it wants them!” My father was a dedicated bank manager and I was destined for banking from birth. I accepted it but never found it very interesting. During the early years when I was working in Birmingham, I spent most of my lunch hours in the Birmingham gun quarter. I would have loved to have served an apprenticeship in the gun trade but my father would not hear of it. From there, not much is different from book one. The military again tries and fails to use its sophisticated weaponry against the natural, impenetrable shells of the assailants. Locals die gruesome deaths, severed limbs and heads abounding.

Night of the Crabs by Guy N. Smith | Goodreads Night of the Crabs by Guy N. Smith | Goodreads

Damn the crabs," his voice was husky when they disengaged. "We'll have to put paid to 'em once and for all, Pat, if they're going to keep dragging me away from you like this. Still, we do owe 'em something. If it hadn't been for them we would never have met in the first place, now would we"? and this will have to be self-regulated. if you see the cover or the premise for this and your first thought isn't "i must have this," then it is not for you. this is not for people on the fence about giant crabs. this is for the people it is for. you know who you are. Smith, Guy N. (1 March 1977). Tobacco Culture: A DIY Guide. Spur Publications. ISBN 978-0904558289. You get the impression that Smith has thrown the sex in to keep the punters happy, rather than because his heart in really in it. If Herbert’s depiction of sex in books like ‘The Spear’ is bad, at least he tries to be sexy. Smith doesn’t even seem to bother. One memorable section in ‘Killer Crabs’ reads: It features a botanist investigating the disappearance of his nephew and the latter’s girlfriend on the appropriately monikered Shell Island. The botanist finds weird markings on the beach that appear to be made by cow-sized crabs (while along the way he naturally takes time out to have sex on the very beach the crabs have marked!).Night Of The Crabs’ was the first instalment in Guy’s signature ‘Crabs’ series, but should possibly be read after the later released prequel entitled ‘ The Origin Of The Crabs’ (1979). The prequelends exactly where ‘Night Of The Crabs’ takes off, bringing together a seamless and tight storyline to begin the crabs series off with. The story finds itself located this time within the picturesque setting of Barbeque Bay on Australia’s beautiful Hayman Island. Everything is far from tranquil as the giant crabs once again emerge from the sea to wreak their bloodthirsty revenge on humankind. Maybe that's my hang-up for expecting something of substance about a yarn concerning crabs the size of automobiles who are as intelligent as we are and hate us with a blinding fury. In the late 1960s and into the early 1970s, Smith's writing focused mainly on shooting and he wrote regularly for many sporting magazines of the day. In 1999, he became Guns Editor of The Countryman's Weekly magazine, writing articles on shooting-related topics. [3]

Crabs Series by Guy N. Smith - Goodreads

Then you've got several other male characters - who were always "on" the woman (yeah she was taking turns...) or they were something manly.

The idea of sequels to NIGHT OF THE CRABS makes sense, as it feels like a warm-up. The by-the-numbers narrative is stripped down to its absolute basics with few surprises, at least for anyone familiar with 1950s-era B-movies. Fetid breath...grinning... gloating? Are you kidding me? A gold star to anyone who can show me a photo of a crab gloating (believe me, I looked). Hissing? Hissing for cryin out loud? Plus, I’m sorry, I don’t care how big and ugly the crabs are or how fetid their breath is, there is no such thing as a “menacing” antennae. Also, for the record, the commas in the second quote above are exactly how they appear in the book, but I didn’t even have the energy to get into the punctuation. An all-out war ensues, with the monstrous crustaceans now swarming onto the helpless community of Shell Island. The military presence on Shell Island is almost completely annihilated by these seemingly indestructible freaks of nature.

NIGHT OF THE CRABS | The Bedlam Files NIGHT OF THE CRABS | The Bedlam Files

Their lips met again, tongues probing and entwining. Both of them were experiencing the awakening of something which had lain dormant in them for so long. Rapidly they were getting out of control. Nothing else mattered…not even the giant crabs! I don’t, I can’t believe it!” Pat Benson was close to hysteria. “It’s just not possible! It’s a nightmare! Cliff, please tell me it isn’t real!” King Mook: The aptly-named "King Crab," the largest of the already gigantic crabs. His smaller brethren are no slouches, but he's the biggest.I rarelly, if ever think... why am I wasting my time on this book but this is a first... I had to read it all. I really wanted to know if something worthy came out, but alas I was wrong.