Attack of the Colossal Creatures from Planet X asks one simple, yet unanswerable, question: What will it be like when giant monsters invade our planet? Will it be epochal? Apocalyptic? Biblical? I don’t know, but one thing is certain: life on Earth will change dramatically. 

Undoubtedly, there will be tragedy. People will die and buildings will topple. In the beginning, our defensive response will be inadequate. But eventually, over time, the fellowship of mankind will likely find a way to work together against the common threat. 

That’s the way it goes in the story “Dear Madame President” by Brendan Cottam. In a series of letters written to the President of the United States, Dr. Miles Bowman synthesizes data from recent kaiju activity around the globe. Together, the scientist and politician successfully rally other sovereign nations to develop a successful strategy for upcoming emergencies. Quick comment: The whiff of romance at the end of the story made me swoon. I loved it.

Of course, not all the “Colossal Creatures” will be evil. Some will be good, like the giant lizard bear in Ian Gielen’s story “In the Shadow of Giants.” The monster (named Cuddles) emerges from the Adirondack Mountains in New York and is friendly to humans, displaying a shy curiosity and intelligence. And in “Serum 87-F” by Tee Linden, a shot of “communalis gland secretions” enables a human to befriend a massive rock-like crustacean named Bribie, as large as a four-story building. 

Not everyone responds to rampaging monsters in the same way. Some people simply ignore the situation completely hoping that it will eventually disappear. Such is the case in Hamish Rankine’s story “Never Getting Out.” When a giant tentacled beast comes to her suburban neighborhood, a young girl named Blair is confused by her parents complete disregard for safety in favor of blissful ignorance. Eventually, like well-trained school children from the 50s, the parents scurry under the kitchen table for protection, leaving Blair to fend for herself. “She wished she had run so much earlier,” writes Rankine. 

In a similar story called “Front Page Scoop,” Kevin Anderson writes about a group of newspaper reporters debating what article to put on the next day’s front page. Hollywood fashion? A famous athlete’s infidelity? The world’s ugliest dog competition? Their journalistic instincts are blind to the towering alien climbing out of a nearby flying saucer. One reporter shrugs. “Whatever happens,” he says, “I’ll be glad not to read about it in tomorrow’s paper.”

And finally, according to “Mega Xeno Titan Kaiju” by Mark Oxbrow, some people will simply take matters into their own capable hands. When “vast alien monsters” emerge from a nearby space rift, only one person can stop them: Yoshi, the owner of the largest collection of kaiju toys and statues in the world. “It’s fate,” he says. “Out of everyone in the whole stupid galaxy, I know the most about battling kaiju.” 

[ Attack of the Colossal Creatures from Planet X / Edited by T.C. Phillips / First Printing: July 2025 / ISBN: 9780975621141 ]

There’s a specific moment in life when pop culture gets imprinted on your brain forever. It’s a period when movies, books, music (and everything else) sticks to you like bubblegum on the bottom of a shoe. My wife, for example, has an undying fondness for Duran Duran. For me, the primordial soup of my youth includes Charles Schulz, Ed “Big Daddy” Roth and Mad magazine. 

For author Dustin Dreyling, his influences are pretty transparent. His latest novel Primordial Soup: The Second Batch is clearly the result of a childhood spent watching kaiju and super robot films, playing video games and listening to hardcore 80s metal. 

Continuing the storyline from Primordial Soup: The First Batch (read my review here), the world was being crushed by the “horrible things” being created by competing biotech companies. Chicago, St. Paul and Minneapolis, in particular, had been reduced to fiery pits filled with rubble. 

Demons, vampires, were-creatures, changelings, trans-dimensional beings, spirits, the Great Old Ones, Elder Things and even biblical Nephilim were all mixed together in Dreyling’s second batch of hybrid monsters. Add a pinch of human DNA and it was truly “a new recipe for disaster.” 

Like the first installment, Dreyling doesn’t skimp on the action. The first 120 pages are basically an extended “Daikaiju Big Battel.” In addition, the monsters themselves represented the craziest menagerie of creatures I’ve ever seen. For example: “the cheetah-terror-bird-griffin combo” or “the reptile-squirrel-goat monster” or “the furry snub-nosed monkey-shark-frog hybrid.”  

All of these gigantic, man-made pests needed to be exterminated, but militaries from around the globe couldn’t contain the mega-beasts. The U.S. deployed a squadron of impressive 20-foot-tall robotic tanks that looked like something from a Japanese cartoon. But even these super robots ultimately failed. 

Mankind’s only hope for survival came with the arrival of a giant monsterbot named Volk’narr. Living on the dark side of the moon since the Cretaceous Period, his galactic assignment was to protect Earth at all costs. With an array of awesome otherworldly weapons at his disposal, Volk’narr immediately got to work killing daikaiju chimeras.  

As a result, the mechanical galactic soldier quickly became a global sensation. Said Dreyling: “Pictures of the giant robot went viral. He had become the closest thing to a superhero the world had ever seen.” 

Volk’narr was a hero, no doubt about it. But he wasn’t the hero that we all needed. Spoiler alert: His mission statement said nothing about saving humanity. He had come to Earth to save the planet but not the people living on it. I’ll be interested to see how things shake out in Primordial Soup: The Third Batch. 

[ Primordial Soup: The Second Batch / By Dustin Dreyling / First Printing: June 2025 / ISBN: 9798990366183 ]

Right from the beginning of Tick Town, a fun new creature feature from author Christopher A. Micklos, I knew I would fall in love with the character of Emmaline Blackdeer. As a cub reporter for the Tomahawk Hollow Gazette, her enthusiasm for the tenets of journalism warmed my cold heart. 

She didn’t care that traditional media like newspapers and magazines were dying. To Emmaline, being a reporter was a sacred civic responsibility—journalism was her superpower. 

With that power, she was able to save her small Wisconsin hometown from an attack of mutant ticks (sort of). Believe me, the entire townlet of Tomahawk Hollow would have been sucked dry in seconds if the sheriff or the mayor had anything to say about the situation. 

It was Emmaline who was able to connect the dots between a rash of recent deaths and the old abandoned pesticides factory at the edge of town. Even though it seemed preposterous that an infestation of giant bloodsucking arachnids were marching toward Main Street, her nose for news uncovered the truth (and lies) of the escalating emergency.  

It started one night when a couple of lovebirds died from exsanguination in the woods. “Rarely does anyone die from tick bites,” said a baffled  arachnologist, “and no tick on earth was big enough to suck all of the blood from a human corpse.”

Little did the acarology expert know how wrong she truly was. These mutants were big. Really big. Tens of thousands of times bigger than any tick ever seen before. They could easily suck the blood out of a stone. 

The town’s municipality immediately fell mute. The mayor, in particular, didn’t want any bad publicity to affect the upcoming Harvest Moon Jubilee. Newspaper reports of giant mutant ticks would undoubtedly affect the celebration’s attendance. 

Emmaline didn’t care about the success or failure of the upcoming Jubilee—she had to warn her friends and neighbors about the monster invasion. And when she was done with that, she had to find a way to defeat a group of shady mercenaries whose mission was to nuke Tomahawk Hollow back to the Stone Age. 

Events coalesce and escalate quickly in Tick Town, but the author found time to include some nice personal moments here and there. For example, one satisfying subplot concerned the complicated romantic history of Emmaline and the town’s chief of police. 

The best sub-narrative in the novel involved the two fathers of the young lovers killed at the beginning of the novel. Although the men didn’t like each other very much, they deeply loved their children. Together, they scoured the woods each day, hoping to find their missing kids, and the search became a profound bonding experience. Their novel-ending bromance was a sweet way to bring the story to a close. 

[ Tick Town / By Christopher A. Micklos / First Printing: June 2025 / ISBN: 9798991785549 ]

Bioarchaeologists have to be careful when excavating mummies—mostly because the burial shroud, the body and everything else in the sarcophagus might turn to dust if mishandled. There were other reasons to be careful, of course, and that’s because mummified cadavers usually came prepackaged with some sort of arcane Egyptian curse. 

Not all curses originated in ancient Kemet, however. For example, the mummy in Kristopher Rufty’s latest novel acquired its curse after it was smuggled into the U.S. back in the 1950s. Originally used as a tool for revenge, the mummy was still out there mindlessly killing people in the 90s. Says Veronica Leer, the monster’s reluctant caretaker: “It continued killing because that was what it had been awakened to do.”

Now roaming the woods of Bushy Hill, North Carolina (more likely Archdale, NC), the mummy was having a ball killing unsuspecting teenagers on Halloween night. If you grew up watching trashy horror videos from the 80s and 90s (like me and my sick friends), The Sleepover Mummy Massacre was written just for you. 

You’ll recognize all the main characters: the three high school girls having an unsupervised sleepover, all the horny guys hoping to crash the slumber party, an ex-boyfriend making trouble, a quirky cast of doomed red shirts and, don’t forget, the ever-lovin’ monster. 

It’s clear that the author had no interest in deconstructing these well-worn horror tropes. And that’s okay with me. The mix of gore, teen angst and softcore porn was all part of the fun. There’s nothing meta going on here. 

Although Rufty avoids anything overtly self-referential, he does play around with some cruel foreshadowing. For example, one of the sleepover girls briefly worries about her younger brother traipsing through the nearby woods at night. Oh well, she says with a shrug, he’s just a dumb kid. “If he’s out causing mischief, then he has to suffer the consequences that come with it. Whatever they may be.” 

To be honest, the only disappointing thing about The Sleepover Mummy Massacre was the mummy itself. Despite having an axe buried in its skull for most of the book (!!), the mummy was basically a generic avatar for any living corpse wrapped in linen. In other words, it slouched, it shambled, it mumbled and it smelled like an open grave. Even the author admitted that it looked exactly like every mummy ever seen in film or animation. “It was just a mummy,” he said, “a moanin’ mummy.”

[ The Sleepover Mummy Massacre / By Kristopher Rufty / First Printing: May 2025 / ISBN: 9798283020174 ]

Author Lucas Pederson calls the werewolf in his latest novel a dog. Even though dogs and wolves share the same DNA, I’m not 100 percent sure why Pederson conflates the two. My best guess is that he’s using the word “dog” in a derogatory manner. After all, if I was the Wolfman, I wouldn’t want to be called a dog.

In addition, there’s very little description of the titular dog anywhere in the book. At night, Lon Crandle sprouts a muzzle and claws, and—when he walks into a room on two legs—his head brushes against the top of the ceiling. But that’s about all the information we get. Rightly or wrongly, I pictured him as a cross between Lon Chaney Jr. and a drawing by comic book artist Reed Crandall. 

Dog Fight begins with a cage fight between Lon and a young, inexperienced adversary. As the eldest and strongest participant in the underground dog fighting circuit, Lon defeats the pup easily. He isn’t happy about it though. He has to win, there’s no other options. Kill or be killed. Eat or starve. He knows the rules. 

Later after the match, Lon grapples with an existential crisis. He’s 40 years old and can’t keep fighting like this forever. What kind of future is waiting for him? Like Ivan Martin in the 1972 movie The Harder They Come, Lon is tired of being a puppet and a slave. He yearns to be free—he needs to escape from his life of ritualized violence before it’s too late. 

But even after he escapes from his underground prison, Lon can’t shake his oppressors. His newfound life in Minnesota’s Chippewa National Forest turns into a deadly TV gameshow that pits him against a handful of eccentric assassins competing for a $5 million grand prize. There’s even a mysterious feral dogman on his trail.

It’s too bad that Lon’s Fight Club experience turns into a perverse Hunger Games experience. During his time in the woods (before everything turns into a shit show), he briefly finds peace in nature. I wouldn’t exactly call him a Henry David Thoreau- or John Muir-like transcendentalist, but for a moment his savage breast is calmed by the purity and splendor of the environment surrounding him. Writes Pederson: “In the trees, squirrels played and birds sang without a care in the world. A little jealous, Lon smiled. Ah, to be a carefree squirrel or bird. Just living your life. Living free.” 

[ Dog Fight / By Lucas Pederson / First Printing: June 2025 / ISBN: 9781645620419 ]

According to author Cassian Eldreth, “Isla Necrosa exhaled an aura of primordial menace, a raw untamed power that whispered of impending doom.” The island was not merely a place of volcanic activity, it was a cauldron of biological chaos, a breeding ground for horrors born of scientific hubris. 

The island was home to a subterranean laboratory run by NeoSynth Labs. Scientists and technicians were hoping to bring back prehistoric life by manipulating ancient dinosaur DNA. Because of sloppy work, arrogance and greed, however, their crazy experiments went horribly wrong. 

They successfully brought dinosaurs back from the past, but they also unleashed an ancient retrovirus, dormant for millions of years, which mutated the beasts into a horrifying menagerie of monsters. The results were a grotesque fusion of nature and nightmare. 

The virus affected all the flora and fauna on the island. Trees and other plants began sprouting scales, armor and osteoderm, but the most overt mutations were the reanimated dinosaurs themselves, two of the most savage were the Crimson Stalker and the Alpha Ravager. 

The Crimson Stalker was a 15-foot-long snake-like creature. Its body was thick and powerful, a coiled spring ready to strike with a venom laced with neurotoxins capable of paralyzing a human in mere seconds. 

The Alpha Ravager, on the other hand, was a super intelligent Tyrannosaurus rex mutant that roamed Isla Necrosa with a predatory grace. “It had intelligence in its eyes that truly set it apart,” said Eldreth. “These weren’t the vacant predatory eyes of a mindless beast; they were sharp and calculating. They held a cold, analytical gleam that spoke of cunning and strategic thinking.”

NeoSynth tried to cover up its malfeasance, but the retrovirus quickly spread across the globe. Mutated creatures resembling horrifying chimeras of humans and dinosaurs overwhelmed the biosphere. Cities descended into panic, hospitals were overwhelmed and governments struggled to maintain order. The world was on the brink of collapse. 

The basic narrative of Cretaceous Curse wraps up pretty quickly. Readers witness the decline, the fall and the ultimate resurgence of civilization in the span of 135 pages. The remainder of the book features a lengthy (and ponderous) postscript commentary by the author on the sociopolitical and ecopolitical fallout from the prehistoric virus. Cassian Eldreth has written a lousy book, but like Edmund Burke, Mary Shelley and Herman Melville, he’s seen the intensity, the divine and the terror in nature. 

[ Cretaceous Curse / By Cassian Eldreth / First Printing: May 2025 / ISBN: 9798283638850 ]

Since time immemorial, bones have been the connection between life and death. In every culture throughout history, they’ve been the symbols of mortality and permanence. 

In Monster Bones, a new anthology from editors Stephanie Ellis and Noel Osualdini, the most overt use of skeletal symbolism can be found in “You’re Back,” a story by David Wellington. 

In a Groundhog Day- and Edge of Tomorrow-type of situation, a corpse is somehow reanimated anew each night. But for what purpose? That’s the question. 

Instinctively, the cadaver drags itself through the town looking for something—for someone. Even though it loses pieces of its body each night, it continues its search. At some point, the confused axial skeleton starts having an existential crisis. 

“The Corpse Eater” by Maxwell I. Gold is about a particularly loathsome Buddhist monk. Because of his lifelong avarice, he’s cursed for eternity to feast on human carrion. The greedy bastard fills his hut to the rafters with carcasses in various stages of mastication and decay. Regurgitated bones, flesh and hair are stacked everywhere.

Similarly, in a story called “Charnel Moon” by Ben Monroe, a man makes a living cutting up murder victims and feeding their bits to sharks off the coast of Monterey. His comeuppance occurs when he meets a beautiful woman named Sahira and her odious family of ghūls. “We like you,” she says not surprisingly. “We think that maybe you could be one of us.”

Other excellent stories feature a devil doll living in the jungle of Patagonia (“Milk, Honey, and Blood” by Lucy Taylor), a Tanzanian Popo Bawa (love that name) that preys upon distracted men (“The Guest” by Eugen Bacon) and my favorite story (“Rusalka” by Gwendolyn Kiste) about a young woman’s monstrous mother. The only turd in the bunch is “The Companion” by Joe R. Lansdale and his two kids. It’s not much of a story—and, to be honest, I’d argue that it’s not even a story at all. 

At the heart of Monster Bones is a 65-page story about the vampire apocalypse called “Midnight Mass.” The vampires knew their easiest targets, says author F. Paul Wilson. Whenever they swooped into an area, they singled out Jews as their first victims. A crucifix held power over vampires, but for Jews to hold a cross was to negate 2,000 years of Jewish history. They were doomed. 

The war is over and the vampires have won, but the crisis of faith rages on. Rabbis and priests wonder if the undead monsters will ultimately topple a lifetime devoted to religious vigor. “Honor, justice, integrity, truth, decency, fairness, love—will they become meaningless in a world rewritten by vampires?”

[ Monster Bones / Edited by Stephanie Ellis & Noel Osualdini / First Printing: March 2025 / ISBN: 9781964780245 ]

In two previous novels from author D.A. Holmes a winsome, young laggard tells his parents that he’s gay (Coming Out of the Coffin) and then later he tells the rest of the world via social media that he’s a vampire (Bottoms and Bloodsuckers). 

And now, with the release of Vampire Rites, the latest (and final?) novel in the series, 23-year-old Vladimir Radu is grappling with the inevitable consequences of his actions. 

“All my life I’ve been struggling with expectations,” he laments. “My parents expected me to be just like them. They wanted me to fall into the same old bloodsucking routine. I didn’t want to lurk in the shadows and drink human blood—I just wanted to be me.” 

But as the poster boy for all vampires, Vlad realizes that he has a unique opportunity to shift the narrative. To paraphrase Voltaire and Stan Lee: with great vampire power comes great vampire responsibility.

The first thing he does is form a confederacy of likeminded vampires. The mission of the Fang Society is to help them all come out of the shadows (and coffins). There’s only one teensy-weensy problem, however. After nine months of hard work, Vlad and his disciples have failed to recruit any vampires except for an actor being paid to cosplay as Count Dracula. 

Fang didn’t have a lot of requirements, but there was one major ground rule—namely, the abandonment of human-sourced blood for the foreseeable future. After all, vampires and humans couldn’t live peacefully side by side if human blood was always on the menu. 

Lots of people aren’t thrilled with Fang’s longterm agenda—vampire hunters in particular. Nobody will ever convince them that vampires and humans can coexist. “The future is here,” says a rattled slayer. “The suckers are changing, tricking the world with their nice act. When the world embraces them with a hug, that’s when they’ll take a chunk of your neck.”

The novel’s climax features a war between these two age-old combatants (as expected). Popular characters die, complicated family relationships are mended and long-time rivalries form a winning alliance. Like always, the author displays an effortless knack for combining horror, tragedy and humor in one big tangled mess. 

Most importantly, Vampire Rites contains an emotional undercurrent that trumps everything else. Vladimir Radu has spent three novels looking for love and he finally finds it. Props to the author for giving his reluctant hero and his readers what they wanted. 

[ Vampire Rites / By D.A. Holmes / First Printing: May 2025 / ISBN: 979-8316976768 ]

Year of the Fire Rabbit is a slim, 105-page kaiju anthology. There’s only four stories in the collection, but it contains a wild assortment of creatures, madmen, inter-dimensional shenanigans, Biblical mythology, nods to Jack Kirby, H.P. Lovecraft and a sundry of other pop culture delights. Like a crazy Rube Goldberg contraption, the stories begin with simple events that quickly escalate in overcomplicated ways. 

For example, take the volume’s first story. Author Daniel Lee Gray begins “Apex” with a little preamble that could easily double as the book’s overall theme. “Organized chaos seems to be a fundamental rule of the cosmos,” he says. “Nothing is permanent except change.” 

In this case, a giant monster named Xolesis becomes involved in the war between Heaven and Hell. Things go pear-shaped pretty quickly as angels and fallen angels discover that the gigantic cosmic beast is not interested in forming a strategical alliance with either side. “I hold dominion over the galaxy,” proclaims the colossus “It is my home and I am the alpha. To try and usurp it from me is suicide.” 

After destroying Heaven and Hell, Xolesis dips into another dimension to destroy Cthulhu and all the other Lovecraftian monsters. Later, after a minor hiccup, Xolesis ends up being exiled on Planet Earth like the Silver Surfer. 

The 10-page story (!!) ends when astronomers discover a cluster of asteroids barreling toward Earth. Now what will Xolesis do? Will he continue to kill religious deities and elder gods and remain the undisputed slayer of galaxies? Or will he change his tune and save his adopted planet from total annihilation? What a pickle!

Similarly, “Missing” and “Statue” continue Day’s affection for organized randomness and giant monsters. One story is about a mysterious cryptid who may (or may not) be the seed of all life on earth, and the other is about the age-old alliance between mankind and the faerie realm. 

Year of the Fire Rabbit wraps up with a kaiju version of Richard Matheson’s novel I Am Legend (with a little bit of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick). The year is 4021 and most of the world has been overrun by daikaiju. The only safe haven is New Arcadia, a super secure city located in what was once Nebraska and South Dakota.

The city’s leader Nash Vance is fighting a losing battle. Deep down he knows mankind is on a path to extinction, but he won’t go down without a fight. The climax comes when Mama Superior, a 700-foot-tall eagle-honey badger-like beast, attacks New Haven with a couple of her friends. 

Along the way we discover that Big Mama represents Vance’s “Great White Whale.” And, like Moby Dick and Captain Ahab, she kills her adversary in the end. The battle is finally over. Mama Superior lets out a roar that echoes across the land. Earth is now her world and humanity is no longer welcome.

[ Year of the Fire Rabbit: A Giant Monster Anthology / By Daniel Lee Gray / First Printing: April 2025 / ISBN: 9798998729027 ]

Since leaving the U.S. Marine Corps, Maxwell McTavish bounced around from one dead-end job to the next. Currently, he was employed as a security guard at a bar in Arizona. 

But he never forgot his tour of duty in Afghanistan. During the day, while monitoring al-Qaeda strongholds, he experienced a quiet dread. In the thick of a firefight, however, there was no time to be scared. Like all good soldiers, Max put his head down and did his job. 

He felt the exact same way during his vacation on Paradise Island, a très cher French Polynesian resort. At first, he felt awkward mingling with all the rich and beautiful people. But later, when giant (and hungry) mutant centipedes erupted from the island’s beaches, Max’s military training kicked into hyperdrive. 

He had witnessed men blown apart by rocket-propelled grenades and shot to hell with AK-47s, but he’d never seen anything like the destruction caused by the “mega freaks” from Paradise Island. Not only did these mutant bugs look like prehistoric monsters, but their appetites were insatiable. 

Exploding from the postcard-perfect beach, the first centipede was a 50-foot blur of red and black that announced its arrival with a horrific hissing noise that sounded “primal and angry,” according to author Mike MacLean, “yet almost mechanical.” Its horrible mouth pulsated with anticipation ready to rip and tear. Take a look at the book’s front cover for a highly stylized version of the titular creature. 

Max was somewhat successful in his attempt to keep the resort safe from the Hexbug-like baby centipedes, but he needed help stopping the bigger freaks. He needed a sidekick. Enter Erin Johansson, a cute and funny bartender who looked a bit like Merida, the Disney Princess of DunBroch. 

Armed with a decorative spear taken from a nearby cabana, Erin quickly went to work. She immediately  “killed the fuck” out of a large 50,000-pound centipede all by herself. Max was impressed with her bravery. “You handled yourself like a true badass,” he told her. “You would’ve made one hell of a Marine.”

Erin was certainly tough, but she was also kinda sexy—even when she was wrassling a baby centipede in the shower. And if you’re curious, there were lots of sexy ladies on Paradise Island being attacked (and devoured) by the creepy-crawly mega freaks. 

Over all, Mega Freak: Bloody Paradise is exactly the sort of monster novel you’d expect from MacLean, the writer responsible for movies such as Sharktopus and Piranhaconda. It’s zany and sexy and violent and icky. And the best part? I bet we’ll see Max and Erin again sometime soon.

[ Mega Freak: Bloody Paradise / By Mike MacLean / First Printing: April 2025 / ISBN: 9781923165588 ]