Feb 202017

Poor, poor Rupert keeps dying. After managing to wriggle his cannibal chef’s hat out from under the thumb of the Kindly Ones, Ao Qin, and all the supernatural spirits in Kuala Lumpur, Rupert’s got a new mission: London – the Greek gods he’s on loan to are hungry and there’s a dearth of good cannibal chefs.

As you’d expect, Rupert’s not just elbow deep in viscera, but neck deep in shit – figurative and literal. Bullets appear at seemingly random moments and poor Rupert can’t seem to stay dead – even if he wanted to. This book is twisty-turny and bloody (ha!) good.

Feb 062017

Poor Rupert Wong is in it deep: his Boss has him by the short-and-keeps-you-in-hell, the Dragon King can’t be denied, and he just keeps on dying. It’s a difficult life, caught between the powers that be in Kuala Lumpur. Khaw’s book takes on a world where pantheons live side by side – without comfort – and, it seems, everyone’s due a trip through Diyu. The writing is … look, Khaw makes funny, ridiculous, terrifying, and mashups look easy, when it’s not. It’s bloody good, and Khaw is a writer to watch. Especially if you’re poor Rupert Wong. Dying. Yet again.