The Monster of Elendhaven reminds me of a lot of things, but nothing so much as a cup of tea, unmitigated by milk or sweetness, perfectly bitter, so strong that it makes you rush and jitter to drink it to the dregs in one go. And at the bottom, vague portents spelled out in the …

When Pride and Prejudice and Zombies came out, I was as delighted as anyone else. What a clever concept! I thoroughly enjoyed it for what it was, a not-too-serious romp through Regency England and a droll abuse of copyright loopholes. And then came the swarm. I would go into more detail, but as with most …