Ravencroft Springs, by Logan L. Masterson is a pulp novel in everything but in name: the story of a rugged loner in self-exile in a small town in the middle of Nowhere, USA, looking to distance himself from civilization if only so he can crawl, fight, fall in love and loss behind the face of the world.
Ravencroft Springs is a short, fast-paced pulp novel which opts (and rightly so) to waste little time with unnecessary introductions. The cast of the small town is strange and creepy and colorful in just the right measure, with the author keeping a careful ratio between horror, normality and two-fisted adventure throughout.
Adam Shaw’s cover work is grim and appropriate, deeply reminiscent of the ancient Doc Savage pulps, with just a dash of late-night Hammer Horror thrown in for good measure.
The ending of the book is it most prevalent weak point, with the fate bestowed on the hero being too harsh, in my opinion, especially in the light of the author’s extensive work to familiarize us with him. If this is a nod toward a possible sequel, then perhaps it could have been handled in a less final manner.
If you find yourself aching for a dash of adventure and a good measure of old-school grindhouse movie horror, you couldn’t find a better fit.