Authors love to imagine the end of the world. I put that in italics because, if you've read any of those books, it's rarely really the end of the world. Zombie apocalypse, biblical apocalypse, environmental apocalypse... (You'd think as many times as I just typed apocalypse that I would spell it right once, but NO.) Sure, maybe the end of civilization as we know it, but the Earth imploding? We'll leave that for sci-fi.


Shrill Dusk has a premise not unheard of in urban fantasy: the magical apocalypse. (Nope, still got spellchecked in case you were wondering.) It's a normal day in Manchester when suddenly all things go to hell in a handbasket. Not literally of course, but close. There are hordes of rats, fire raining down, her roommate turns into a bunyip, plagues of insects, fairies and weres fighting in the street, and is that a...pink elephant?

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