A manhunt ensues—though the authorities aren’t sure if it’s a man they should be looking for.Some suspect an escapee from the White Tower, a foreboding biotech facility owned by the Godfrey family—their personal fortune and the local economy having moved on from Pittsburgh steel—where, if rumors are true, biological experiments of the most unethical kind take place. Others turn to Peter Rumancek, a Gypsy trailer-trash kid who has told impressionable high school classmates that he’s a werewolf. Or perhaps it’s Roman, the son of the late JR Godfrey, who rules the adolescent social scene with the casual arrogance of a cold-blooded aristocrat, his superior status unquestioned despite his decidedly freakish sister, Shelley, whose monstrous medical conditions belie a sweet intelligence, and his otherworldly control freak of a mother, Olivia. At once a riveting mystery and a fascinating revelation of the grotesque and the darkness in us all, Hemlock Grove has the architecture and energy to become a classic in its own right—and Brian McGreevy the talent and ambition to enthrall us for years to come.

    Grant has written a vampire novel set in the author's distressing little town of Oxrun Station. It is a region to be found on the same maps as Lovecraft's Arkham and King's Castle Rock. The Soft Whisper of the Dead is the first of the Oxrun tales to be placed in other than a contemporary setting. The first in a trilogy of historical horror novels, it is the account of the evil Count Braslov's attempt to subjugate the Oxrun population to his vampiric will.This first novel of a fast-paced trilogy is fraught with gas-light atmosphere, plucky women, a befuddled constabulary and is filled with the excitement of the classic vampire tale. Great fun.

    Antique specialist Rick Dellatolla knew a good deal when he saw one. And the mahogany chair, thickly carved in a cascade of intertwined human bodies, seemed a genuine stroke of luck. Then weird things started happening to Rick and his family. The foliage died in their garden. They lost track of time once inside their house. And their pet dog died a horrifying and pathetic bloody death. That was when Rick decided to destroy the chair before it destroyed everything he'd ever cared for. But by then then it was too late to stop the Evil that seemed to remain with Rick as a gift for he rest of his entire, hell-filled life...

    Gifune. In a haunted hotel on the outskirts of a forgotten town, a bizarre group of tenants guard a horrible secret. A troubled man on the run, with nothing left to lose, drives aimlessly along dark highways in search of redemption. A little boy, brutally attacked and left for dead, realizes the strange power his agony has granted him. An enigmatic homeless man with nightmares he can no longer control, lost in a violent dreamscape only he understands, watches and waits. As a snowstorm traps them all within the walls of the old hotel, where madness and depravity run wild, from the shadows, a new reign of lesser gods begins, and an aberrant evil fights for survival amidst the cold terror of a desolate winter, and the bloody dreams of the hopeless and the damned. Cover art by Wendy Saber Core.

    Charmed at first by their gentle customs, Pamela soon discovers the eerie rituals and dark traditions behind their old-fashioned ways.

    Until horrendous terror strikes … and strikes again and again, each time claiming a female victim in a fashion too hideous to contemplate. Julian Trask, student of the occult, is used to thinking the unthinkable. As he works towards the solution of the soul-searing mystery, Galen trembles in mortal dread. For no woman is safe from the lethal lust of THE INCUBUS.”

     When American scientist Tony Stevens hears that his young sister Ann has been killed in a skiing accident in Oslo, he refuses to believe it. She hated heights, would never risk descending the treacherous glacier slopes so rapidly – unless she was fleeing for her life. On arriving in Norway, he learns that Ann had been working with an archaeology team excavating a pre-Christian burial site in the frozen wilderness of Trolltinder. Something terrible has been disturbed – surrounding villages are in uproar, fear and superstition cloud the air like a mist of chilling malevolence. And Tony realises that whatever it is out there that devoured his sister has picked up his scent, and is poised to wreak its ancient vengeance once again... Praise for Peter Tremayne: ‘Tremayne is an absolutely gorgeous read, especially on a dark winter’s night . . .’ - Dublin Sunday Press 'Peter Tremayne is established as one of Britain’s leading horror fantasy writers.' – Retail Newsagent 'He brings to the writing of fantasy detail and dedication . . . scrupulous skill . . .' – Space Voyager English author Peter Tremayne started his career as a newspaper reporter and editor. Widely respected for his non-fiction work in language studies, Celtic history and mythology, Tremayne’s first novel was published in 1977. He has since written 28 bóoks, and his titles with Venture Press include Nicor!, Snowbeast! and The Curse of Loch Ness.

    For Jeff is now a member of the Cult. The souls for Jesus, the brainchild of the Master, Buford Hodges, a tax dedcutable, multi-million industry feeding on the minds and bodies of the young and vulnerable.Only one man can redeem thse lost souls, only one man dares take on the sinister forces of the Master. Only one man can help the Reeds, the man they call The Devil.

    Who are they? They are him and her. They are you and me. They are rowing to salvage what remains of themselves. They are rowing to remember the fun we’ve had."Michael Seidlinger is a homegrown Calvino, a humanist, and wise and darkly whimsical. His invisible cities are the spires of the sea where we all sail our coffins in search of our stories."--Steve Erickson, author of Zeroville“Melding the static, high-concept premise of two humans floating alone on a coffin in a sea devoid of all else with stark and meditative prose, The Fun We've Had evokes a highly unexpected experience, somewhere between Beckett's most hopeless solipsists and the mysterious energy of a child's Choose Your Own Adventure-era dream.”--Blake Butler, author of There Is No Year and Three Hundred Million“It is obvious that Michael J Seidlinger had a great deal of fun writing The Fun We've Had. What more could a reader ask for?”--Michael Kimball, author of Big Ray“The best poets are writing poetry no matter what they are writing, creating entirely new and weird spaces. There is no doubt Seidlinger has made one of the weirdest spaces we will ever inhabit. In The Fun We’ve Had, every visible thing is a love of disturbing tremors, keeping ahead of our ever-curious eyes, hoping to savor every line. What a magnificent book.”--CAConrad, author of The Book of Frank"Seidlinger’s imagination is a sea unto itself, the reader riding these rollicking waves. This book will have you clutching pages as though they’re life vests. Fans of Calvino and Shelley Jackson will dig the slow submerge into this crazy romp."--Joshua Mohr, author of Damascus"Michael J Seidlinger writes with the kind of weird, wonderful, joyful abandon that reminds the reader that world is still the great unknown. In The Fun We’ve Had, he examines the long blank space between life and death, fills it with love and loss and boats made of coffins, with people clinging to life and using the weight of the past as ballast. This is a fun read, true; but it's also a true read, and that's what makes it so beautifully sad."--Amber Sparks, author of The Desert Places and May We Shed These Human Bodies“Ready for an analogy? Here goes: When you need to give a dog a pill, you don’t just jam it down his throat, you wrap that pill in something yummy, like, say, ham. Michael J Seidlinger understands that this principle extends to people and books. So he’s got this pill he wants you to swallow, right? That pill is the truth about love and death and strife and, more generally, the messy mysterious business of being human, and also of being nothingness. Pretty heavy, right? Big old horse pill. But then Seidlinger, no fool, wraps it in the yummy slow-smoked maple goodness of his humor. He obviously had a fine time writing this book, which is precisely the reason you’ll have a fine time reading it.”–Ron Currie Jr., author of Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles

    Haunted by violent dreams, Skinner Cade discovers there's a wolf in his heart, and it fights to get out--no matter how much blood must be spilled.

    Then the shadows, with their dark, inhuman eyes, are everywhere, surrounding her as she sobs silently, realizing with horror that they have taken her daughter once again. And now they have come bcak for- for her!

    We meet a school teacher, his wife, and their young son, Billy. One thing, one seemingly minor thing, goes wrong. And all that was safe and ordinary slowly unravels into nightmare. This familiar premise for the contemporary horror novel has rarely, if ever, been developed so brilliantly as in Bentley Little's The Mailman. A tall, pale postal carrier with carrot-red hair may seem an unlikely candidate for the embodiment of evil, but Little reveals the personality behind the mailman's ever-present smile with such finesse, you'll be more than happy to fall under his spell. By the time the frightened town folk are chanting, "No mail! No mail! No mail! No mail!"--and Billy ends up half-naked in a dark room, next to a soiled wedding dress--you'll be jumping right out of your skin.

    Tricked by his cunning ... Treated to his savagery ... Annie, Linda and Laurie ... fresh, pretty, ready to be taken ... stalked by a sadistic power who has returned to claim new victims, on this ... the most frightening night of the year.

    Tinted contacts hide amber eyes, sunscreen deflects harmful rays, and the anonymity of catalog shopping has made it possible to move beyond the traditional cape. Yet even with these modern devices, DeVilbiss is losing ground in his mission to retard the scientific and spiritual advancement of the human race. At Princeton University he faces the direst challenge of his five hundred years: He must destroy an ancient and heavily protected cuneiform scroll, being translated for the first time, before its apocalyptic powers are turned against him and all the overlords of the underworld. Athwart his path is Simon Penn, a young rare-books curator, who is in love with the alluring and tragic woman DeVilbiss has targeted to help him get access to the manuscript. Piecing together DeVilbiss's identity, Simon must extinguish this seemingly unstoppable emissary of doom. This is an extraordinary, thought-provoking novel, and a brilliantly successful entertainment.

    Her family wouldn't have believed it even if she had told them - which she had no intention of doing. Elizabeth had far different plans for them - and only God could help them. He didn't - and Elizabeth set out to prove how hellishly far she could go...