“The writing is top-notch, the story compelling, bringing comparisons to F. Paul Wilson’s New York Times best-selling Repairman Jack novels.”
~ K. L. Young, Strange Aeons Magazine
“Cosmic Forces is a fast moving, intriguing, action-and-horror-packed read that is a creative tour de force, one that will leave readers equally thrilled and breathless.”
~ Norm Rubenstein, Horror World (November 11, 2011)
“The Third Helman hard-boiled urban fantasy horror tale (see Personal Demons and Desperate Souls) is an exciting entry as the tough sleuth with a heart fights monsters from the otherworld and from his plane. Readers will enjoy his three investigative cases as all roads lead to those who abuse power, whether they are from hell, earth, or otherwise.”
~ Harriet Klausner, Midwest Book Review
“Heaven and hell. A private eye who’s had enough with supernatural phenomena. This is the third volume in Gregory Lamberson’s Jake Helman Files, and boy was this one hell of a read! . . . The nod to H. P. Lovecraft is a good one. . . . I’m eager to find out what else is in store for Jake in the next novel.”
~ John Rizo
“I’m reminded of the tales of The Shadow, Doc Savage, Manly Wade Wellman, H.P. Lovecraft, and other pulp stories. The creativity and pacing make this a very enjoyable and fast-moving novel.”
~ Barry Hunter, The Baryon Review
“The Jake Helman Files: Cosmic Forces is must-read horror at its finest.”
~ The Occult Detective
“Two-time Bram Stoker nominee Lamberson has created a hard-boiled hero, gifted with a big heart and sent on intriguingly horrific adventures, who is reminiscent of Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden and Glen Cook’s Garrett, P.I.”
~ Library Journal (August 2011)
“Lamberson knows exactly what he’s doing and creates a different, more emotionally charged, and thematically huge story with every subsequent release."
~ Colum McKnight, Dreadful Tales (August 18, 2011)
“The Jake Helman Files continue to be a magnificent addition to the ranks of occult detectives, with Jake Helman’s glass eye deserving a place of honor next to Carl Kolchak’s seersucker suit and Teddy London’s .45 (Betty) and knife (Veronica). I’d call this series an absolute must read for any horror or hard-boiled detective fan, because Greg Lamberson delivers the goods and does so in spades."
~ Bill Adcock, Bloodsprayer.com
“Cosmic Forces’ 380 pages fly by like lightning, and fans of the series will be satisfied. Lamberson’s modern noir/supernatural horror hybrid has become a must read for me.”
~ Nick Cato, Horror Fiction Reviews (July 30, 2011)
“Gregory Lamberson is on a roll with the Jake Helman Files. Well written and with excellent pacing, Cosmic Forces is a wild ride of biblical proportions.”
~ Colleen Wanglund, MonsterLibrarian
"Fans of Personal Demons and Desperate Souls will definitely enjoy Cosmic Forces. . . . Like all of the prior Jake Helman novels, Cosmic Forces is a quick and fun read for any horror fan."
~ Wil, Horror Yearbook (April 10, 2012)
The man and woman scrambled out of the forest and over the rocky crest overlooking the cliff, their gait disjointed because her left hip had been fused to his right side. They had broken all of their limbs after leaping to the bottom of a canyon months earlier. They had survived, as always, and their unattended bones healed in such a manner that they now resembled some strange hybrid of a spider and a praying mantis more than a pair of human beings. The tanned animal hides they wore for clothing had become stuck to their open wounds and had become part of them, and flies and other insects nested in the wounds that remained exposed. Scabs and blisters covered them from head to toe, blood just one of several fluids that seeped from their cracked skin. The man had lost an eye in the fall, the woman most of her teeth. To make matters worse, the woman carried a child in her belly, for despite their misery and self-mutilation, they still found each other desirable. They had been together for more years than either of them could count, their love surviving famine and flood, winter and warfare, pestilence and punishment. But this last year on God’s green earth had been the worst. Even before their self-inflicted injuries, hunting for food had become all but impossible, requiring them to subsist on fruits and vegetables and, during their time on the ice, fish. On occasion they had stumbled upon fresh kills abandoned by other people and animals, and they had torn into the carrion with wild abandon, all the while becoming even more dependent upon each other to achieve even the simplest tasks. Things had changed so much since the days when they had been young and beautiful. Now they crawled and kicked and stumbled along the shale cliff in the odd rhythm that had become normal for them, the mist from the waterfall cooling their tortured flesh in the afternoon sun. A stream of obscenities poured from their mouths, hers more guttural than his; that too had become part of their rhythm. Spasms of pain ripped through their ankles and shins and the bloody fingers they used to stab the ground for balance. Salty tears burned the sores on their cheeks, causing whimpers and drool to slide off their tongues in unison. At last they reached the cliff’s edge, where they stood as erect as possible, man and woman, husband and wife, and gazed across the great lake. The clear blue sky permitted them to discern the hazy shore on the opposite side, some sixty miles away. The man’s right hand found the woman’s left hand, their fingers interlocking. The lake appeared beautiful, natural, and serene. Seagulls swooped above the choppy waves. The man turned his head so his good eye focused on his woman. I love you, he thought. And I you, he heard her think. They each mustered a hopeful smile. Then they stepped off the cliff. Maybe we’ll die even before we strike the water, he hoped. But he knew better and so did she. They plummeted, their stomachs rising up their throats. The velocity pulled at their flesh and blurred their vision as the water grew closer, the sun’s silver reflection on its surface brighter. Impact. The water shattered their bodies. The man prayed they would lose consciousness, for it would be impossible to swim to shore in their fleshy sacks of broken bones. But water filled his nostrils and mouth, and he found himself choking and alert. Husband, his wife cried into his brain, still gripping his hand. They did not drown. They did not die. Sinking deep into the water, they changed. Read more. . .