The Deep: A Novel by Nick CutterThe Deep: A Novel by Nick Cutter

The Deep: A Novel

byNick Cutter

Paperback | August 16, 2016

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From the acclaimed author of The Troop—a book that is “utterly terrifying” (Clive Barker). “Fans of unflinching bleakness and all-out horror will love this novel….Each new shock is freshly disturbing.” (Publishers Weekly, starred review)

A strange plague called the ‘Gets is decimating humanity on a global scale. It causes people to forget—small things at first, like where they left their keys, then the not-so-small things, like how to drive or the letters of the alphabet. Their bodies forget how to function involuntarily. There is no cure.

But far below the surface of the Pacific Ocean, a universal healer hailed as “ambrosia” has been discovered. In order to study this phenomenon, a special research lab has been built eight miles under the sea’s surface. But when the station goes incommunicado, a brave few descend through the lightless fathoms in hopes of unraveling the mysteries lurking at those crushing depths…and perhaps to encounter an evil blacker than anything one could possibly imagine.
Nick Cutter is the pen name of Canadian author Craig Davidson. Cutter has won the inaugural James Herbert Award for Horror Writing for his title The Troop. The award carries a monetary attachment of $3800.
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Title:The Deep: A NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:416 pages, 8.25 × 5.31 × 1.1 inPublished:August 16, 2016Publisher:Gallery BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 13:9781501144837

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from It IS horror, after all I really enjoyed the thorough grossness of this book. It makes you wonder about some of the things that we do in the name of science and progress. It was quite disturbing in parts - actually made you squirm. If anything, the ending was unsatisfying only because it feels like a sequel is being set up. However, if you're looking for something disturbing, this is probably the book for you.
Date published: 2017-04-28
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not a fan For the most part, a big fan of Stephen King, and the genre. Not this time around. Found this tale a little "too" twisted and depressing, needed to cleanse the fiction-palate after this one!
Date published: 2017-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Fright! If you are looking to get a little creeped out, this is your book! It is truly disturbing, and keeps your mind guessing. Its psychological and terrifying, and I can't put it down!
Date published: 2017-03-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another amazingly frightening book by Nick Cutter! After reading The Troop I couldn't wait for Nick Cutter's next book to come out, and I was NOT disappointed! He once again did an amazing job of creating a setting that would be horrifying on it's own then taking it about 10 steps farther. He does a fantastic job of developing complex characters and helping the reader feel the horror of the situation as if you were there yourself. I highly recommend this book and am really looking forward to seeing what he comes up with next!
Date published: 2017-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Claustrophobic Cutter puts you in places you don't want to be and then he twists the knife. A wonderfully uncomfortable read.
Date published: 2017-01-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read Wow! What a ride. Such a great book. I enjoyed this a lot
Date published: 2016-11-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from It All Fell Apart The book started out decently and there were some truly horrific parts. The ending did not feel like it fit and it caused some major disappointment. After reading and LOVING The Troop, this was a bit of a let down.
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Disappointed! After his awesome debut with 'The Troop', Nick Cutter's second novel had high expectations riding on it. Sadly, I was disappointed as the book felt cumbersome, disjointed, uninteresting that I had a hard time reading it. The book had a great mysterious location at the bottom of the Mariana Trench but the characters and convoluted plot-line lost it for me. Could have been a wonderful Michael Crichton-Stephen King hybrid. Hoping for better things to come in Mr. Cutter's next book.
Date published: 2015-09-12
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Not for me I LOVE horror books and thrillers but for some reason I could not get into this book. I made myself finish it, but did not enjoy it. It picked up a tad half way through but then it was somewhat hard to follow between the reality and dream pools.......it wa just not for me......
Date published: 2015-07-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The first half is terrifying, then it gets weird The setting is incredibly terrifying. Then things get weird. I am a bit unsatisfied/unhappy with the ending and was hoping for a bit more closure and a different outcome. Despite this, The Deep is still a great horror story that will totally creep you out.
Date published: 2015-02-08
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Meh. Started out really scary but I didn't really like the end. Was a good read though...................
Date published: 2015-02-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Deep I read The Troop first (also by this author.) It was scary, weird and a great read. That led me to The Deep. This was one of the freakiest scariest books I've read in a very long time. Five huge stars. I am not a good enough writer to put into words what an amazing writer Nick Cutter is! I couldn't wait to get into bed with this book at night, and then I was too rattled by it to get any sleep! If you are a sci-fi-horror fan this is the book you want to read. I look forward to anything else Nick Cutter can publish!
Date published: 2015-01-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Pure, unadulterated, unrelenting horror at its very best If you thought last year's The Troop was dark and horrifying, then get ready to reevaluate your definition of darkness, because Nick Cutter is about to drag you down to a whole new depth of horror. The Deep is extraordinarily dark, doom-laden, and depressing . . . unrelenting in its horrors. This is a book that makes the most of its cramped, claustrophobic, underwater atmosphere, making you sweat alongside the characters. More than that, Cutter does a better job of layering in multiple horrors than just about any author writing today. The cover blurb calls this a novel where The Abyss meets The Shining, but that's barely treading the surface of what's really here. It all begins with one of the most horrifying apocalyptic plagues ever to come our way, an insidious disease known as the 'Gets. Imagine a cellular-level form of Alzheimer's, a disease that begins by making you forget simple things like where you left your keys; which progresses to the point where you forget things like how to drive; which gets so bad that you forget how to walk and to talk; and ends with your body forgetting how to breathe or circulate blood. Layered on top of that is the nightmare of a child's disappearance, an event that continues to haunt Luke, long after his marriage dissolved and he secretly gave up hope of ever seeing his son again. Cutter does a phenomenal job of making you feel Luke's guilt and sorrow, to the point where you share in his terror as nightmares come to life deep beneath the ocean. What's more, Cutter so deftly blurs the lines between reality and nightmare, between reality and the sense of otherness, you're never quite sure how much is mere nightmare and how much is something else . . . something darker . . . something more supernatural. Bridging those two layers is the sinister mystery of ambrosia, the miracle substance being harvested at impossible depths in hope that it may serve as a universal cure - not just for the 'Gets, but for things like cancer and more. Nobody knows where ambrosia comes from or what it really is, but Luke soon discovers that what's a focus for the obsession for his genius brother is also a channel for the madness of everyone else aboard the underwater Trieste research lab. Again, the story is so carefully told, you're never sure what's really happening and what's just the madness talking, whether there really are living, breathing orifices in the walls, and whether it's all in their heads. Like I said, this is a book that's unrelenting in its darkness and its doom-laden depression. It's the kind of book over which you'll find yourself lingering, not because you want to put it down, but because you literally need to step away and look up into the light from time to time. There's no down time, no softer moments, no humor to relieve the tension - just an unending series of horrors that get under your skin and infect you with Cutter's brilliant madness. If I were to have one complaint about the novel, it's that the ending seems a little too familiar, but I still like what Cutter did with it, particularly with the ominous final scene. Atmosphere, horror, strong characters, a deep mystery, and that unsettling fear of what's real - The Deep really does have it all, and does it all very well. In terms of emotional impact, I can't remember the last time I read a novel that resonated so deeply, or so strongly. The Deep is pure, unadulterated, unrelenting horror at its very best.
Date published: 2014-11-03

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Deep 1. THE OLD MAN’S HEAD was covered in mantises. At first Luke thought it was a wig or some weird toupee—but he was at the southern tip of Guam, a few miles from the Pacific, and the man was wearing tattered clothes and what looked like strips of old radial tires lashed to his feet. Why bother with a toupee? The driver saw the old man, too. He hissed between his teeth—an uneasy tssshk! He said something under his breath: a curse, maybe a prayer? Luke didn’t speak the local dialect. “I’ll do it,” Luke told the driver. “You wait here.” He elbowed the Jeep’s door open. Sweet Jesus, the heat. It’d hit him like a fist when he stepped onto the runway at the Agana airport. It hit him again now—the tropical air, laden with the nectar of heliotropes, caused beads of sweat to pop along his brow. The old man stood facing the wall of a one-story workshop. The ground was strewn with hubcaps and crankcases snarled in rusted wiring. Wrist-thick vines snaked out of the greenery to twine around the industrial junk; with nobody around to hack it back, the jungle would reclaim this spot in a matter of months. The old man was walking into the wall—his sandals made a gentle whush-whush as they brushed the yellowing adobe. The spotting was pronounced on his bare arms and his throat. The scabs were dime-sized, bigger than what Luke was used to seeing. Some of them had cracked open and were leaking grayish pus. Luke had no clue what had drawn the mantises. Maybe they’d dropped from the creeping ivy snarled across the shop’s roof. Or maybe something on the man’s scalp, or leaching out of it, had attracted them. They were the largest insects Luke had ever seen. Each mantis was the length of his thumb, and muscular-looking. They had swollen, cantilevered abdomens that curved above their sharp, considering faces. A baker’s dozen or so carpeted the man’s skull. Luke got the sense of them turning to stare at him, all at once. Luke retreated to the ditch. His feet sank into the muck. He didn’t like the way it sucked at his boots—greedy, a lipless brown mouth. He found a stick and went back. The insects squirmed quarrelsomely on the man’s head, which was covered with wispy white hairs as downy as those on a baby’s skull. Their exoskeletons made a brittle chitter. What the hell were they doing? Luke watched their choreographed manner. The stink of burned diesel mixed with the heliotropes to create a sticky vapor that coated his throat. Distantly, he heard the driver repeat what he’d said before—that breathless curse or prayer—and Luke was worried he’d set the Jeep in gear and take off, leaving him with the old man and the mantises, the heat and the crawling jungle. What in God’s name were those bugs doing? One mantis pinned another in a violent vise grip, then widened its jaws and bit down, cleaving the other’s head in half. Their abdomens were wed. What was clearly the female continued to eat the male’s head while his antenna whipped about frantically. Using the stick, Luke brushed the mantises off the man’s skull. A decapitated male skittered wildly across Luke’s fingers; he shook it into the mud with the rest of them. The urge arose to step on them. Squash them all to paste. Instead, Luke set his hands on the old man’s shoulders to turn him around. His expression was familiar: The Big Blank. His eyes gone milky, the edges of his eyelids pebbled with nodules of acne that gave his skin the look of an orange rind. His mouth wide open, his tongue coated in white film. He may not have drunk water in days. He’d forgotten to, probably. That’s how it went with the ’Gets: you forgot the little things first, then the not-so-little things, then the big ones. Next, the critical ones. In time, your heart forgot how to beat, your lungs how to breathe. You die knowing nothing at all. As soon as Luke pointed him in a new direction, the old man started to walk. He’d go on until he fell down or stepped off a cliff or stumbled into a leopard’s den, if they had those around here. And Luke couldn’t do a damn thing about that. He climbed back into the Jeep. The driver eased past the old man as he tottered down the road, that clingy mud sucking up past his ankles already. Luke watched as they pulled away, the old man’s body becoming indistinct through the stinging fumes.