I really need a "wtf, mate?" shelf.
I was originally ambivalent about this book since some of the reviews called it horror. And I guess that, given the body count and the amount of blood, it's not a book for the faint of stomach. But it's not horror, at least by my definition.
Horror wants to scare the reader. This book certainly wanted to convey the occasional terror felt by the characters, but it never aimed to scare the reader. Which is the single thing I dislike the most about horror and explains, in turn, why I enjoyed the sheer weirdness of this novel.
It was fascinating and strange and I think is best described as a creation myth with a contemporary ethos. But that doesn't quite cover it either. It's somewhere between a retelling without the original and epic fantasy relocated to our world. But decidedly enjoyable.