Children of Chaos

By: Greg F. Gifune

Narrated by: Craig Van Ness

In a torrential downpour, Phil, Jamie, and Martin - three teenage boys - encounter a strange and enigmatic man covered in horrible scars who will change their lives, their destinies, and the very fate of their souls forever. When their encounter mistakenly leads to murder, they realize this eerie stranger may not have been a man at all, but something much more....

Thirty years later the boys - now men - lead tormented lives filled with horrifying memories of the scarred man and what they did all those years ago in the rain. Phil is a struggling writer, divorced, with a daughter, and a mounting drinking problem. Jamie is a defrocked priest with depraved secrets and horrible addictions, and Martin, a madman who thinks himself a god, has vanished into a desolate desert region of Mexico and established a feared and violent blood cult.

When Martin’s dying mother hires Phil to find her son and bring him home, Phil embarks on a perilous journey that will take him from the seedy streets of Tijuana to a dangerous and allegedly haunted stretch of desert Mexican road known as The Corridor of Demons. At the end of the road, in an old and previously abandoned church, Martin and his followers wait in the hell-on-earth they’ve created deep in the desert.

There will be only one chance for redemption, one chance for salvation, and one chance to stop the rise of an antichrist’s bloody quest for demonic power.

From the void, came chaos. These are its children.

©2018 Greg F. Gifune (P)2018 Journalstone

war

I have to admit that I restarted the story times 3 + had to re listen to parts of it, wondering what I had missed. It had many unexpected twists to it, a lot of gore. I imagined our soldiers returning from Nam with PTSD dreams. The ending was fitting.

attempts at cliches

It's a cult in Mexico cliche that had incest thrown in at the end. Ruined it entirely for me because it was an unnecessary twist.

suffers from a long runway and little horror

It starts as a detective novel, complete with "bouncy bouncing" if you can pick up on what that means, which was irritating in a horror book. It never really gets to the horror until a couple hours away from the ending, and then it's just not that great - middle-aged sociopath drivel written by what sounds like a 14yo boy. "God is a razor," really? I wasted $12 on this.