An ancient race of lycanthropes has survived to the present day, and its numbers are growing. Bent on dominance, rival factions are initiating the down-and-out of L.A. into their rnaks. Caught in the middle are Anthony, a kindhearted, lovesick dogcatcher, and the object of his affection: a female werewolf who has abandoned her pack.
"A howling, hole-digging, bone-snapping, blood-lapping, intestine-gobbling success." NEW YORK magazine
"Magnificient....A kooky combo of grit, goofiness, and gusto." LOS ANGELES TIMES BOOK REVIEW
"Briskly entertaining....Any great noir lives or dies by its stylishnes, and Sharp Teeth has got that in spades." WASHINGTON POST BOOK WORLD
"A sexy, dark, and (well, yes) biting story told by a wizard of sleight of hand." GREGORY MAGUIRE, AUTHOR OF WICKED
"Sex, gore, methamphetamines, and the sordid glamour of Los Angeles It's all here, audaciously packaged as an epic poem. And somehow it works." PORTLAND MERCURY
"Extraordinary....A cross-species love story [wrapped] around anoir tale of drugs, murder, and revenge in Los Angeles so taut that you could floss with it." THE TIMES (London)
"I always knew stuff like this was going on in L.A. What a cool book!" CHRISTOPHER MOORE, AUTHOR OF FOOL
It was Jerry Seinfeld, in a sapient moment, who proposed the following: Imagine a Martian peering from the bridge of his flying saucer for a first view of Earth, and imagine his eye alighting on the common city scene of a dog taking its ease at a streetcorner, hovered anxiously about by a stooping human with a pooper-scooper. Of the two beings on display, Seinfeld wanted to know, which would that Martian assume was the higher? In planetary terms, who would he think was in charge?