One female slug lays one and a half million eggs a year. In Merton, that stopped being a biology fact and became a death sentence.

The summer heat should have been the story. Instead, something in the grass, the cellars, the dark wet places beneath the town started changing. Growing. Developing tastes that no slug has any business having.

For blood. For flesh. For the people going about their ordinary lives above ground.

Slugs is the book that made Hutson's name — and reading it, you understand exactly why. He takes something laughably mundane and engineers genuine, escalating dread out of it. The kills are visceral. The pacing is relentless. And the moment you think you're safe is precisely when you aren't.

“The one that writes what others only dare imagine.” — Sunday Times

Start here if you're new to Hutson. You'll understand everything after this.

One female slug lays one and a half million eggs a year. In Merton, that stopped being a biology fact and became a death sentence.

The summer heat should have been the story. Instead, something in the grass, the cellars, the dark wet places beneath the town started changing. Growing. Developing tastes that no slug has any business having.

For blood. For flesh. For the people going about their ordinary lives above ground.

Slugs is the book that made Hutson's name — and reading it, you understand exactly why. He takes something laughably mundane and engineers genuine, escalating dread out of it. The kills are visceral. The pacing is relentless. And the moment you think you're safe is precisely when you aren't.

“The one that writes what others only dare imagine.” — Sunday Times

Start here if you're new to Hutson. You'll understand everything after this.