|By (author):||Hill, Joe|
|Subject:||FICTION / General|
|FICTION / Horror|
|Size:||8.00in x 5.31in x 0.75in|
|From The Publisher*|
From the New York Times bestselling author of NOS4A2 and Horns comes this award-winning collection of short fiction.
Imogene is young, beautiful . . . and dead, waiting in the Rosebud Theater one afternoon in 1945. . . .
Francis was human once, but now he's an eight-foot-tall locust, and everyone in Calliphora will tremble when they hear him sing. . . .
John is locked in a basement stained with the blood of half a dozen murdered children, and an antique telephone, long since disconnected, rings at night with calls from the dead. . . .
Nolan knows but can never tell what really happened in the summer of '77, when his idiot savant younger brother built a vast cardboard fort with secret doors leading into other worlds. . . .
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past. . . .
|Review Quote*||"Alternately sad, scary, strange and at times even sweet, these tales will haunt you long after you've read them."|
|Review Quote*||"[A] lovely, earnest collection of short fiction."|
|Review Quote*||"[O]ne of the best [horror] collections of the year. Hill is a relative newcomer who consistently creates creepy, very disturbing stories."|
|Review Quote*||"Each tale is unique, and the collection proves that Hill's talent is not limited to horror, but extends well into the mainstream."|
|Review Quote*||"[An] inventive collection . . . brave and astute."|
|Review Quote*||"[A] new take on the fantasy-horror genre...Highly recommended."|
|Review Quote*||"The selections range from the mundane to the surreal, with a strong emphasis on the kind of horror tale perfected by Ray Bradbury, Peter Straub and Stephen King."|
|Review Quote*||"This solid, inventive, scary collection of stories reveals a writer who has thought hard about the problematics of horror."|
|Review Quote*||"Each of these chilling tales arrests you from the opening sentence and leads you - trustingly, thanks to the simple mastery of the story-teller - into a place of gulping fear."|