335 pages, Paperback
First published August 1,1978
Early McCammon's novel is truly captivating. It is filled with the allure of the antichrist that was so popular in the late seventies. In fact, it has a strong resemblance to both Rosemary's Baby and The Omen, especially in the beginning. However, it then transforms beautifully into a sprawling drama that is an older version of the evil depicted in The Omen.
What sets it apart is how it evolves into a Middle East curiosity, with cultists in Kuwait, and also ventures to the cold regions of the north. Eventually, it turns into a rather epic battle of good versus evil, relying on traditional Christian motifs and even some Jewish ones.
Although it does seem to be a product of its time, I believe it has held up extremely well. It pays homage to both the old mythologies and the more common ones, and together, they create a rather flavorful novel that is full of rich ideas.
Admittedly, I loved this book less than almost all of his other works to date, but that doesn't mean it's not good. I have liked almost everything he's written.
Those who have read several books of this series have probably realized that many writers could not write a good sentence even if their lives depended on it. This particular book is an exception to the rule, as McCammon's writing is excellent. And let this be his first book (later he will have Bram Stoker with "Swan Song" and "Mine") and, overall, the book gives promise of a great writer who is still in his infancy.
Unfortunately, however, as good an impression as the writing makes on you, the plot is just as bad: disjointed, with gaps and with a weak build-up that in no way resembles his much better subsequent books. Typically, it is yet another story of religious terror, with the "Antichrist" being born in our time and a theology professor trying to stop him. There are some powerful scenes, especially in the middle with the desert of Kuwait, but the promises remain unfulfilled (at least in his subsequent books).