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Dead Bait (Paperback)
David Dunwoody, Tim Curran, Mark Zirbal
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R513
Discovery Miles 5 130
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A husband hell-bent on revenge hunts a Wereshark...A Russian mail
order bride with a fishy secret...Crabs with a collective
consciousness...A vampire who transforms into a Candiru...Zombie
piranha...Bait that will have you crawling out of your skin and
more. Drawing on horror, humor with a helping of dark fantasy and a
touch of deviance, these 19 contemporary stories pay homage to the
monsters that lurk in the murky waters of our imaginations. If you
thought it was safe to go back in the water...Think Again
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Puppet Graveyard
Tim Curran
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R273
Discovery Miles 2 730
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Sow
Tim Curran
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R269
Discovery Miles 2 690
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Skin Medicine
Rebecca Clegg; Tim Curran
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R536
Discovery Miles 5 360
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Worm
Tim Curran
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R270
Discovery Miles 2 700
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Horrors of War
Joe Morey; Illustrated by Brad Moore; Tim Curran
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R537
Discovery Miles 5 370
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The Underdwelling
Tim Curran
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R261
Discovery Miles 2 610
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Vietnam 1970. A green hell where death waits behind every tree, in
every pooling shadow, and in every mist-haunted hollow. Boobytraps
and bullets, landmines and rockets. Mike McKinney went to write
about the war, about the terror and frustrations, soldiers and
people and a landscape forever altered by the conflict...but he ran
across something even worse: a primeval horror straight out of the
darkest Vietnamese folklore. A monstrosity that stalks human heads
among the twisted, jungled hills of the Central Highlands. Now it
is hunting him. And nothing can stop it.
Nearly 200 years ago they turned Cobton into a graveyard. They rose
from the darkness and drained it dry, feeding off its citizens, one
by one by one, their terrible thirst sparing no one. The village
was shunned as cursed ground, its tall, narrow houses fell to
decay. The Resurrection. Now the haunted ruins of Cobton have been
rebuilt as a tourist trap. A TV crew descends on it one cold winter
night and is trapped there by a howling blizzard that shuts them
off from the world. And in the subterranean, charnel darkness
below...the evil is reawakening, ancient hungers renewed. The
Colony is rising. Their thirst is unspeakable. And for the TV crew,
it's Hell on Earth.
William Zero, a.k.a. Dr. Blood-and-Bones. One of the most infamous
butchers in U.S. history, a serial killer who skinned and dissected
his victims. He killed a dozen people and then vanished without a
trace. Now his deranged son, Eddy, is searching for him. He
believes his father escaped into an alternate reality and the only
way to follow him is by recreating his crimes and opening the
doorway to Hell. And as Eddy hunts his father, he is hunted. Dr.
Lisa Lochmere, a psychiatrist is hot on his trail, motivated by
sexual obsessions she can't even begin to understand. When she was
a teenager she had an affair with an older man that turned into
brutal abuse. Years later, she discovered her lover was none other
than William Zero. And ever since, despite herself, she has had a
certain sexual compulsion concerning him. A compulsion that only
grew when Eddy was placed under her care at an asylum, only to be
released by her superiors prematurely. Now she has tracked Eddy to
San Francisco-the scene of his father's crimes. She intends to find
him, telling herself it's for his own good and a book she wants to
write, but in reality the reasons are much more personal. She has
enlisted the help of James Fenn, a homicide detective, who wants to
help her, but in reality has fallen in love with her, a woman who
can know no love, only obsession. As Eddy kills and kills again and
Fenn falls deeper in love with her, Lisa is drawn to the house
where Zero dispatched his victims, believing it to be the place
where Eddy is most likely to go. But it isn't Eddy she finds there,
but something far worse. Nothing-and no one-is what they seem in
the House of Skin.
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