For On the Banks of Lethe, 2006:
"...a love story/sci-fi/fantasy/horror book that will pull you in right from the very
beginning... definitely, DEFINITELY give this book a try.."
- Marie B, PMGGTS
"This is not a comforting book. But man, it was a good ride getting to the end.
I'm looking forward to the next time Grant takes a few shots at our collective psyches."
- Eric Burns, Websnark.com
"James Grant is a prime example of the new breed of independent writer:
resourceful, determined and self-made. He writes without compromise."
- Cameron Rogers, The
Music of Razors
"I haven't been so stylishly creeped-out since Lovecraft. Lethe is nuanced,
highly-charged writing with a sense of impending and inevitable horror made
all the more compelling by the crisply-realised everyday humanity of the protagonists.
James has produced writing of the first class that evokes the shivery thrill
of the campfire ghost stories you remember from childhood."
- Andrew Dennis, 1635:
Cannon Law
"James Grant is a writer whose work is typically graphic, explicit, and
extreme. In Lethe, he delivers a slowly-building mystery that sacrifices none
of his usual grit. Lethe tells a tale of horror and loss you'll not soon forget."
- Michelle Belanger, Psychic
Dreamwalking
More coming soon!
For Pedestrian Wolves, 2004:
"A fast, sexy, gluttonous romp guaranteed to leave even the most decadent
and depraved hedonist tired and wanting to take a shower. And I mean that in
the best possible way. I can't decide whether to worship or fear James Grant's
David Livingstone. And I can't decide whether to worship or be shit-scared of
PEDESTRIAN WOLVES' other main character, the City herself. Pay attention now:
this book don't happen in your Daddy's New Orleans. You've been warned."
- Paul G. Tremblay, Compositions
for the Young and Old
"There's nothing pedestrian about 'Pedestrian Wolves,' and I'm not just
saying that because the voices in my head told me to. Once I picked it up, I
tore through every damn page at a feverish pace -- paper cuts be damned! That
J. Grant sure writes like a mother fucker. Just ask your mom."
- Eric Millikin, FETUS-X
"J. Grant writes like he talks: fast, furious, and slightly painful,
but you can't stop listening or reading. PEDESTRIAN WOLVES takes a bushel of
the usual stupid New Orleans cliches and turns them wrong side out. If you think
New Orleans is some twee Goth paradise where the children of the night await
you in the shadows of a vampyre's crypt ... well, I was going to tell you not
to read this book, but it's probably just what you need, you hapless little
twerp."
- Poppy Z. Brite, Prime
"James Grant is the literary equivalent of a hot bleach enema. It hurts
and burns, but leaves you clean and refreshed afterwards."
- Paul Riddell, Greasing
the Pan
"Pedestrian Wolves will grab you by the hair and slam you face-first
to the pavement of the French Quarter, then drag you along on its wild, sensual
ride through the streets of New Orleans. James Grant is a writer to watch out
for. He's got the zeitgeist of the new millennium by the throat, and shows no
signs of letting go."
- Michelle Belanger, The
Psychic Vampyre Codex
"I kept reading long after I should have gone to bed. If it were any
more addictive, it would have had to have come with a spoon and syringe."
- Randy Milholland, SOMETHING
POSITIVE
"Grant's crisply written odyssey manages to be hedonistic without being
self-indulgent and smart without being smug. His appreciation of New Orleans,
even at its most sensual, is mercifully free from the clove-flavoured clichés
that have festooned writing about the place like so much Spanish moss ever since
androgynous vampire boys started wearing ruffled shirts and primping in plantations.
More redolent of House of Leaves, than Queen of the Damned, 'Pedestrian Wolves'
reaches beneath the surface streets and the surface sins of the city and encounters
something to which one is hesitant to give a name, but with which one feels
more familiar than one is quite comfortable to admit. Those who know what it
is like to have that lurching feeling inside of having missed a step, when nothing
around them is unusual; those who have craved an urban Lupercalia and wished
for a tour guide; those who have wondered whether anyone else had ever felt
the city breathe at night should all read this book."
- Adrian Bott, Occult
Historian
"I couldn't stop reading this. It wasn't so much like a bad car wreck
as a really good car wreck in which no one gets hurt and there's free drugs
and ice cream for everybody afterwards. It made me tingle in that special way,
and I crave more. MORE!"
- Aeire, QUEEN OF WANDS