a b Schudel, Matt (22 March 2013). "James Herbert, Britain's Stephen King, dies at 69". The Washington Post . Retrieved 24 March 2013. Pets, forest animals, men, women, children. It doesn't really matter. It's all good for the carnivorous mutant rat.

However James Herbert offered something different, yes there were so truly graphic scenes but there was as story there, characters you could invest in and events you just had to read to the end of to see what happened. I can see why Stephan King loves Herbert! Stunning displays of violence perpetuated by 'normal' people and London is ripped asunder. The Dark is one of my favorite Herbert novels, and I think he set a record for introducing characters before they succumb to some sort of nasty foo. First published in 1980, The Dark rides the paranormal wave that was so popular in that era. Jones, Stephen, ed. (1992). James Herbert: By Horror Haunted. London: Hodder & Stoughton. ISBN 978-0-450-53810-0.

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James Herbert's "Portent" is the story of climatologist James (Jim) Rivers, eccentric researcher Hugo Poggs, Hugo's daughter-in-law Diane, her two adopted (seemingly telepathic) Romanian twins Eva and Josh, and the leader of a strange New Orleans cult Mama Petié. A touch longer than the first book, we again get to meet a multitude of characters, some for the long run and others, a brief introduction before they are served up with a Béarnaise sauce at the vermin barbecue. There is some pretty scary moments in the Lair, the feeling that the rats are watching from the grass, from the trees, ready to pounce and again we have our hero. This time it's personnel, our hero lost his family in the first wave of the rat campaign and he's hurting. He does however want stunning with a shovel as is the case with most heroes, but stupid is as stupid does and he's destined to step into the breach, the Rats Lair. The following quotes relate the highlights of a section where a protagonist waking up in hospital room in an underground shelter which is suddenly being flooded and invaded by mutant rats.

I cannot fathom why Herbert released it. This is HIGHLY below average, even by comic standards. I guess he must’ve been really desperate for money, because it’s the only understandable reason for this *thing* to be published. Unrelatable character, horrible visuals, hardly any plot. Sadly I can say I’ve seen worse, but not a lot. Avoid at all costs. An excellent horror story with supernatural overtones. Bishop is a psychic investigator who goes to Beechwood a house in the London suburbs where 37 people killed themselves. He has a vision of what happened and we enter a rabbit hole where a scientist has created an evil through the dark. Events of murder, suicide and violence slowly begin where people are infected or influenced to do evil acts by the dark. They also become zombies once their infected. The police and army are helpless as the craziness spreads throughout London. Masterton, Graham, ed. (1989). Scare Care (Tor horror). New York City: St. Martin's Press. ISBN 978-0-312-93156-8. Even the ending was decent, but that was probably because I spent the majority of the time wondering how the hell it was going to end, because there honestly seems to be absolutely no hope for the characters at all. Just as the book feels like it might start to get a bit bogged down, it's all go again and from this point onwards it hardly stops.Set a few years after the events of Lair, the threat of nuclear war is all too real, and after a series of deadly bombs go off in London, destruction and panic then set in as one would expect. I was absolutely loving this until around three quarters of the way through. It started off as a classic horror story with paranormal and mystery elements which I enjoy reading but it soon became a slog to get through. I think that Herbert was trying to make this more complex than it needed to be and it did not pay off. True, there was a sideline to the story that followed a New Orleans witch mother who was basically trying to be wolverine by wearing fake metal claws, and the whole element of the planet itself having its own consciousness didn’t work for me either. The problem is that they’re also inseparable from the rest of the novel because they’re so vital for the story line. James Herbert The Rats Trilogy Series 5 Books Collection Set - Domain, Lair, The Rats, Hunted, Fluke They're like a tidal wave or fur and fangs. They swarm and eat and kill. Lead by a larger specimen with a red eye they are unstoppable and very VERY dangerous. I've nothing against rats. I actually think they're pretty cute and very misunderstood, but in the context of this story....brrr.....

James Herbert was Britain's number one bestselling writer (a position he held ever since publication of his first novel) and one of the world's top writers of thriller/horror fiction. NOTA PERSONAL: [1979] [272p] [Horror] [Audiolibro] [Casi Recomendable] [Salvajismo ratonero] [Abundante Sangre] [Ratas, ratas, ratas!] Just like the first book, there's lots of scenes of bloody violence, which was strangely amusing at times - that, or it's about time I went to get evaluated, and I'm not joking. Not a bad Herby this one, and I didn't mind the ambitious world spanning locations, either. I like to think a JH book that leaves the leafy lanes of England mirrors an awkward Coronation Street special where they argue on a bus all the way to Spain. But here I strapped myself into freeview's Horror channel 70 and let the ride roll. This however is a bit of a contradiction - how? Well you have the ever evolving style of Herbert but being applied to the apocalypse storyline you would expect from an 70s horror film (with all the over the top disasters and set pieces).

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The epilogue indicates that one female rat survived the purge by being trapped in the basement of a grocery shop. There, it gives birth to a new litter, including a new white two-headed rat.

Unfortunately this book fell flat for me. After my critisms of the previous books I found myself missing all the things that were little annoyances and wanted some absolute nonsense every now and again. a b c d Holland, Steve (21 March 2013). "James Herbert obituary". Guardian.co.uk. London . Retrieved 24 March 2013.So, I've finally finished the squeak-qul, at 02.05 a.m. this morning, which I started on the 30th May (this year). Despite enjoying it a bit more than the author's debut - I've decided to give it the same rating - because if I did it any higher, I would've had to round it up to ⭐⭐⭐⭐ And so my journey through James Herberts' early works continues (all be in through the night which may in hindsight might not have been the smartest thing). Incorporating a formula that should have guaranteed to produce nothing short of a classic splatterpunk novel from the godfather of the subgenre; not only was Herbert laying down the long-awaited third part to his hugely successful ‘Rats’ series, but he was also once again visiting the post-apocalyptic setting that was so well realised within his 1975 novel ‘The Fog’ (and then later again in his 1996 novel ’48). The third, and final book (not including the graphic novel that I'm probably not going to read), concludes the horror that is The Rats. Although I enjoyed the story generally, and the sort of short stories that interconnected with our main character, Culver, I found this to be pretty disappointing when comparing it to the first and second book, and feel like I could have got away with out reading it. There is a whole bunch of Brit horror authors, who are more than equal to their more famous American cousins. Ramsey Campbell is like Peter Straub on ketamine, Graham Masterton is the snappier version of ole King, Barker is…Barker, Brian Lumley is Robert Howard meets Lovecraft meet Clancy, Shaun Hutson is like a better-paced John Saul, and James Herbert… James Herbert learned to write like Dean Koontz a decade before Dean Koontz learned to write like Dean Koontz, only James Herbert’s structure of the story is closer to King. Imagine it: Koontz’s descriptions, King’s character treatment, British turn of phrase. Doth your mouth not water?