Fluke by James Herbert

Fluke

by James Herbert

He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he had once been. A man...

Reviewed by slytherclaw on

5 of 5 stars

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This strangely enough was recommended to my by the Hypnobobs podcast back in March as a starting point for reading the late Mr. Herbert's works.

One of the best animal stories I've read, and I've read plenty! No wonder he got the OBE. Mr. Herbert masterfully described the struggle between Fluke's instincts and his lingering humanity as well as an animal's view of the world and the strange two-legged creatures that inhabit it. I would put this book right up there with Watership Down, The Plague Dogs, and Mrs. Frisby & the Rats of NIMH as one of the greatest animal stories of all time.

His sudden passing is a great loss for we shall never get anymore tales from this master storyteller.

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