The third book in the crazy good and wonderfully gruesome Monstrumologist series takes plucky young protagonist Will Henry to a far darker place than ever before, and this time itâ€™s not the monsters outside he fears so much as the monster within. After receiving a mysterious package that contains a grisly nest made of shredded human tissue and bone, Will and Dr. Warthrop are launched on a grim new quest to find and capture Typhoeus magnificum, The Father of All Monsters. This mysterious beast has never been seen, and its only calling cards are the flesh nests it makes of its victims and itâ€™s corrosive spit that if touched, turns men into cannibalistic zombies. Every monstrumologist who has tried to track it down it down has never been seen or heard from again. Naturally, Warthrop has second thoughts about taking Will Henry on such a dangerous mission, and ends up leaving him with his mentor Dr. von Helrung in New York. But when von Helrung receives word that Warthrop is dead, Will Henry decides to take matters into his own young hands and find out the truthâ€”even if it means losing his life. Sailing from America to darkest Africa and meeting such literary luminaries as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (you didn’t know he was such a fan of monstrumology, did you?) and Arthur RimbaudÂ (with an encore appearance of fan favorite, the dastardly Jack Kearns) along the way, Willâ€™s gripping globetrotting journey is nothing compared to the long bleak road he is walking within. As Warthrop slowly begins to give his humanity more airtime than his burning ambition in this most excellent third volume, Will disturbingly begins to slide the other way.Â “I thought I knew the cost of service to the one whose path lies in the darkness. I did not.”Â Always pure of heart in the past, now Will finds himself committing not one but two desperate and irrevocable acts that will have consequences he canâ€™t quite understand, but that the world weary Warthrop knows all too well. Will has always served as Warthropâ€™s moral compass (â€œYou are the one thing that keeps me humanâ€) but now it may be the egotistical but ultimately good doctorâ€™s turn to help Will expunge the darkness that has begun to take deep root in his soul. Oh, how I love these books! Oh, how I wish there was a real Society for the Advancement of the Science of Monstrumology, and that I could sit down and have Darjeeling tea with Will and Dr. Warthrop! Like The Historian
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I adore (as much as one can with such amazing gruesomeness) these books. Yancey’s inventiveness astounds me every time, so I am thrilled to see that I have more books to read.
Thanks for the wonderful review and news.
I can’t tell you how jealous I am that you got an advanced copy. I have been waiting for what has seemed like forever. Can’t wait!!
although these books are quite……. ummm……. very grotesquely detailed, i still think they are worth reading because of the work put into them and the sheer thrill of the dangers and things he faces.
Did you see the cover for the forth book that came out today? I’M SOOOO EXCITED!!!
YAY! I didn’t know–I will look it up immediately!