"Monster" by Frank Peretti...

This is the latest from Frank, and quite different to his other novels. I read it about three weeks ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Frank is known for his fiction being mainly supernatural, with the main characters usually being angels and demons battling it out in a realm unseen by human eyes, but in this novel he takes an entirely different thread altogether.

The main characters are mainly human, with no mention of spiritual beings. The content is suspenseful, and alot of chapters end on a cliffhanger, which makes you want-to-read-on, even-if you're-supposed-to-be-in-work-for-8:30-and-it's-already 2:00 am... (Ok, so that might just be my experience...)


The main plot involves gruesome deaths in the woods, caused by a creature thought to be a Sasquatch by locals.

Reed Shelton, and his wife Beck have decided to go on a hiking week through the mountains and forest, and they disturb and encounter a strange creature. During the encounter, Reed's wife is injured and dissapears, leaving Reed only one option: to track the animal that has taken his wife, and hope against hope she is still alive...

This is a very good book, and as usual Frank has a point to make through the story, involving our perception of nature and evolution v's creationismn and the advancement and debasement of science and genetics among other things. It's very well written, and if you're looking for a good bit of fantasy escapism that will make you think about deeper subjects, this is the book for you. I give it 9 out of 10.

One more leap and they were on the path, running up the trail out of the ravine, hoping and praying it was the right one, the one that would get them out of this hellish place and down to Abney, a town they'd only heard about.
They ran as fast as they could see to run, adrenaline rushing, the trail, the trees, the turns quaking in their light beams. They climbed, cut around switchbacks, clambered over rocks, dodged around windfalls, getting distance, getting away, getting distance.
But another enemy was stalking them, overcoming them like a slow, creeping death: fatigue. The steep grade, the altitude, and their heavy packs pulled them down, stole their breath, consumed their muscles...