A review by screamdogreads
Into the Wolves' Den by Jon Athan

4.0

His skin peeled and burned as soon as he touched the tire. Blood splattered on the rear bumper and Riley's face. Riley felt the vibrations of Dwight's skull across his hands and arms. He tightened his grip on his head and placed more pressure on it. The stench of burning skin meandered into his nostrils, causing him to lick his lips in delight.

Damn. What an utterly unpleasant experience that was. Good Lord, this book is absolutely gnarly. I actually hated reading this thing, not because it was a bad book - not by any means, but because it was absolutely horrific and upsetting and utterly sickening. Every little moment of torture, every ounce of cruelty, every bit of nastiness is all described with an intense, grandiose vividity. This is a work of extreme horror, meaning the gore is dialed right up to 11. It's over the top and gratuitous to a point that I wanted to scoop out my own eyes while reading it.

Into the Wolves' Den is... An extremely difficult novel to get through, at times, the level of hideousness within the story is absolutely enraging, like the very best tales in the extreme horror genre, this one offers some pause to readers. It forces you to take a step back and really examine the evil of this story. It's an ugly, devastating and nauseating novel. This is extreme as the genre gets without becoming edgy for the sake of it. Into the Wolves' Den might just be one of the most graphic and disturbing things I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Honestly, this thing absolutely rocked.

 
"The prisoner groaned, bloody drool dripping from his mouth. His eyes were distant, gazing into the afterlife. He was alive, living off foreign adrenaline, but his soul passed on. He was only waiting for his body to die with him." 


It's not often that a novel leaves me so speechless, it's not often that the brutality of a story makes me want to vomit and tear my skin to pieces. I'm someone who prides themselves on being able to read absolutely anything, to stomach the most extreme content the genre has to offer. Something about this novel though, this particular story, hit me hard. It has a certain quality, no matter how ridiculous the violence gets, it feels so very real. That's maybe the most beautiful thing about this novel, it's so deeply affecting.

The flame burned through his flesh, leaving bloody craters across his hand. His bones, muscles, and tendons were visible in the wounds. Through the blood - the deep red blood - he saw white, yellow, and brown. Charred bits of flesh crumbled from his hand and spiraled down to the small puddle of blood under the chair.