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Post by dem bones on Sept 12, 2014 4:07:43 GMT
Stephen Jones & David Sutton (eds) – Dark Terrors 6: The Gollancz Book Of Horror (Gollancz, 2002) Gary Blythe Stephen Jones and David Sutton – Introduction
Ramsey Campbell – The Retrospective Christopher Fowler – We’re Going Where the Sun Shines Brightly John Burke – A Habit of Hating Trey R. Barker – Dead Snow Stephen Baxter – The Dinosaur Hunter Basil Copper – There Lies the Danger… Nancy Kilpatrick – Your Shadow Knows You Well Jay Lake – Eglantine’s Time Graham Masterton – The Burgers of Calais Nicholas Royle – Hide and Seek Geoff Nicholson – Moving History Samantha Lee – Aversion Therapy Tony Richards – The Cure David J. Schow – Plot Twist Gemma Files – Job 37 Yvonne Navarro – Mother, Personified Joel Lane – The Receivers Lisa Morton – The Death of Splatter Michael Marshall Smith – A Long Walk, for the Last Time Glen Hirshberg – The Two Sams Jeff VanderMeer – In the Hours After Death Les Daniels – Under My Skin Joe Murphy – Sweetness and Light Conrad Williams – Haifisch Caitlín R. Kiernan – The Road of Pins Tim Lebbon – Black Kim Newman – A Drug on the Market Richard Christian Matheson – Slaves of Nowhere Don Tumasonis – The Prospect Cards A. F. Chico Kidd – Handwriting of the God Tanith Lee – Midday People James Van Pelt – The Boy Behind the Gate Mick Garris – A Hollywood EndingBlurb: The world's biggest and best anthology of original horror and dark fantasy returns with a bumper collection of new short stories and novellas from the hottest names and talented newcomers.
In this award-winning volume you will encounter a strange museum where the past comes alive ... a man who uses a time-travelling car to commit murder ... an attempt to market Dr Jekyll's famous formula ... a series of cards which reveal a terrifying ritual ... and many other original stories guaranteed to take you on a terrifying journey into the dark heart of modern horror fiction!Never been able to work out that cover photo: Is it guy with a severe case of elephantiasis or a tortoise head? The final volume of the (two? three?) series' and another loaned from the library and returned unfinished, the Burke, Newman and Fowler stories - all three excellent - have stayed with me ever since. Les Daniels' contribution is another gem. Les Daniels – Under My Skin: Hollywood, 1947. The six gentlemen who scraped a living pre-war as movie gorilla impersonators, band together to form a self-preservation group under aspiring entrepreneur Bill Wilson. Wilson has scripted and financed an "all-star ape production", The Gorilla Gang, and there's no denying it has potential. Problems arise when Jack Jackson, the one black among them, learns that he's been cast as the primate who gets killed. John Burke - A Habit of Hating: Tony's talent is for despising people who annoy him or do him even the mildest wrong. Should he will something terrible to happen to them, it does. His wife Amanda, shares the same ability but to a far greater degree. Between them they are responsible for inflicting more misery than God, dispensing a multitude of cruel comeuppances on friends and colleagues. Let's hope they never tire of one another. Christopher Fowler - We’re Going Where the Sun Shines Brightly: Four teenage factory workers spend their holiday driving a clapped-out Routemaster across the South of France. At first it all goes surprisingly smoothly - three of the lads even lose their virginity - but eventually the bus breaks down on a lonely dirt road through the forest. And that's when our narrator hails a passing car and meets two shifty middle-aged Englishmen and their passenger, a squirming, bloodied woman in a sack .... Basil Copper - There Lies the Danger…: At 85 years of age, Joshua Arkwright, famous author, knows he won't be attending many more book launches unless he tries something drastic. On learning that stem cell researcher Dr. Conrad Voss has developed a formula to reverse the ageing process, Arkwright boards a flight to Switzerland and books in at his clinic. For a substantial fee, Voss can guarantee him a further forty or fifty healthy and productive years. What could possibly go wrong yet again?
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Post by dem bones on Oct 14, 2014 8:18:09 GMT
Joel Lane - The Receivers: In the wake of a corrupt local politician's death, a spate of bizarre robberies including the corpse of the late fat cat himself. The local population use the crime spree as an excuse to indulge their prejudices versus immigrants, gypsies & Co. Only the narrator, a cop, is aware of the true culprits - but how do you arrest spectral infant shoplifters? Lisa Morton – The Death of Splatter: 28 year old Lee Denny cultivates a reputation as the sickest, most extreme author in the history of horror fiction. Claudia, who is pretty far out herself, puts his credentials to the test and finds them pathetically lacking. See also Slimy FansSamantha Lee - Aversion Therapy: Four pages of revulsion as we chart a man's progress from brutal childhood through to present day position as state torturer. Treat a man ill and he will become ill, etc. Decidedly not one for the timid but then why would you read horror fiction in the first place?
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Post by dem bones on Feb 2, 2015 17:42:04 GMT
More through accident than design, have somehow acquired all six Dark Terrors and have yet to complete one, but we keep chipping away between books.
Gemma Files - Job 37: Anonymous interviewee speaks of her professional career as hands-on co-manageress of a small domestic unit who clean up the most atrocious death and murder scenes once the police are through. Her most bizarre experience occurred when new recruit Rosa was attacked and killed at work by what may or may not be a giant mantis. The CCTV footage of the incident is of almost orgasmic interest to the bods at the Freiholven ParaSych Dept.
Joe Murphy – Sweetness and Light: There's a moral to this tale of former carny performers Jo Jo Light, "the human vacuum cleaner" and his monstrous mother, Sweetness Barnette, that moral being: never demand oral sex of a cannibal. A must for fans of incest, sadism, abuse and degradation, but either I'm super-squeamish or you'd be advised to keep a sick bag handy while reading. "I was rather nervous about the piece," confesses the author. "What would the other writers think of me? Was I some kind of pervert?" I think Mr. Murphy knows the answer to that one.
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