Brian Keene may be the king (with a small "k") of end-of-the-world novels. In The Conqueror Worms, the earth is besieged by Noah sized rains plus water monsters and worms of Lovecraftian proportion. The tale starts at full speed as narrated by 80 year old Teddy Burnett, a live-wire geriatric hero if ever I saw one. As long as he is in the foreground, the book soars. However it slows down when the narration moves to Baltimore and we are given a less-than stellar survivor tale involving surf-boarding satanists. When it returns to Teddy's mountaintop and the worms it gets on track. Despite the wrong turn. it is still a solid novel of doom.