"Normality felt so far away now. He had no idea if he would ever get it back."
And so Lazarus's attempts to find his Dad continue, leading him through a tear in the veil and in to the land of the Dead: a mirror-dark world where the stench of decay reigns, and rot and ruin smothers everything like lecherous vines.
The first 100 pages or so are breath-taking: the eerie land of the Dead could have come straight from some brilliant sci-fi horror b-movie you might once have watched at some dark and ungodly hour; the Creatures of Oblivion are magnificent in all their repulsive Lovecraftian glory. Red's back: meaner, tougher and uglier than ever, and it is he who sends Laz and best mate Craig along the M5 on a rain-ravaged, blood-soaked odyssey to the Lake District, and to the resting place of hate-fuelled and vile Abaddon.
Along the way there's some strikingly horrific imagery ("His head was bald, his face scarred like a bear had tried to chew it off."), beautifully disturbing turns of phrase ("The figure in the doorway allowed its face to break into an almost smile of teeth and blood.") and moments of stark, quiet beauty amongst all the blood and mayhem ("The music that slipped quietly into the cabin wasn't what he was expecting - though, if he was honest, an angel's taste in music wasn't something he'd ever really put his mind to. It was country. Something he never listened to in his life. But now, as he rested his head against the cool of the window and gazed out into the normal world on the other side, it seemed to fit.").
The Dark, though a YA book, will appeal to horror fans of all ages (and make no mistake, Dave Gatward know his horror) - it is brilliantly paced, well written, and crammed full of monstrous delights, yet still finds room for the characters to breathe and develop, and because we care about the characters, The Dead and The Dark elevate from gore-drenched opuses into something very special indeed. Brilliant. Now bring on The Damned...