A short sharp review of Once…
James Herbert does little to shift his low-brow Stephen King associations with this perfunctory foray into the world of faerie.
A spooky house and a missing testament provide Scooby Doo plotting while flat characters and shallow research create a strangely uninvolving tale of mixed-up folklores.
Frequent sexiness will keep you reading but Herbert’s work remains dogged by seventies style misogyny.
If you’re a Herbert fan you’ll love it regardless, but this is lazy work.