Book Review: Poseidon’s Children by Michael West


Man no longer worships the old gods; forgotten and forsaken, they have become nothing more than myth and legend. But all that is about to change. After the ruins of a vast, ancient civilization are discovered on the ocean floor, Coast Guard officers find a series of derelict ships drifting in the current-high-priced yachts and leaking fishing boats, all ransacked, splattered in blood, their crews missing and presumed dead. And that’s just the beginning. Vacationing artist Larry Neuhaus has just witnessed a gruesome shark attack, a young couple torn apart right before his eyes….at least, he thinks it was a shark. And when one of these victims turns out to be the only son of Roger Hays, the most powerful man in the country, things go from bad to worse. Now, to stop the carnage, Larry and his new-found friends must work together to unravel a mystery as old as time, and face an enemy as dark as the ocean depths…


It’s not often I find myself short of words on a book I’ve recently read, but such is the case with Michael West’s Poseidon’s Children. An odd mish-mash of various genres – horror, thriller, sci-fi, and urban fantasy – West here crafts a tale of a group of disparate characters stumbling across the existence of shape-shifting creatures that tie into the newly discovered city of Atlantis.

West takes his time moving his characters into position, so some readers may find the first half of the novel slow. But there’s little fat here, as his scenes all serve the purpose of providing some characterisation or deepening the mystery of what may be taking place within the town of Colonial Bay.

I liked West’s writing style; neither too wordy or too simple. But some of his characters failed to strike a chord for me. Perhaps this is because there are quite a few he juggles – arguably too many, as some are lost in the stampede within a novel of only 300 or so pages. Or perhaps it had more to do with certain characters being fairly generic, be it the “crazy leader”, the “nasty mob boss”, or the “sympathetic local”.

Regardless, this was a perfectly serviceable book that threw out some interesting new ideas. Being the first book in a series, a few plot threads are left dangling, but enough is explained that most will be satisfied.

I’ll likely be searching out more from Michael West in the near future.

3 Sunken Monoliths for Poseidon’s Children.

Note: The edition I own from Seventh Star Press features random changes in font size throughout much of the book. It’s not massive in difference, but large enough to be distracting from the story and downright confusing as I can’t for the life of me imagine why a publisher would endorse such a thing…

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