After reading "Last Days" by Adam Nevill, I couldn't wait to jump into another one of his novels.I immediately picked up Apartment 16. What a great novel, again the writers ability to create dread and atmosphere with words is undeniably masterful. The history behind the entity was riveting, the c...
Alors que dire sur ce roman sur spoiler ? J'ai eu l'impression de lire un mauvais Masterton... Tous les ingrédients sont là : le fantastique, le satanisme, le relent de nazisme... L'histoire est complétement abracadabrante et j'ai trouvé le tout assez embrouillé... La partie sur April était int...
The premise of the story started off very well, however about half way through I started to find the plot quite laughable.Very rarely in a book do you find something far fetched as long as it is well written and in keeping with the rest of the book however it got to a point in this book where it ...
Sleep pulled at her edges and softening corners. Maude’s hard hands prompted her body to stay upright with short tugs and prods whenever she felt herself start to lean. She was sick of apologizing. ‘Sorry’ when she swayed. ‘Sorry’ as she blinked herself back awake. ‘Sorry’ as she moved an arm to ...
Quickly, he walks into the kitchen and scribbles the name, Rhodes Hodgson, onto a piece of notepaper. He sticks the note on the tack to which the wall calendar is suspended. He sits down, to take in what Eliot just suggested, confirmed even, to put it together. But before he knows it has happened...
When no one answered him, he turned his head and looked at the other three coming up the narrow trail, their elbows out, fending back the stiff wet branches that hung from the enclosing treeline and draped belligerently across most of the open space. Dom and Phil were both limping. Hutch was hang...
From the mirror that formed the entire rear wall of the master bedroom, back at him leapt his reflection: a caped horror show, his face defining itself pinkly through the sodden mask. Black with rain, the new hat drooped around his ears. About his bones, the army surplus poncho was seaweed-slick....
3 march 2011 And the woman could hear those old friends moving in the distant, and not so distant rooms of her home. Old friends she tried to forget for longer than she had the strength to remember. Until she understood her life had been one long wait for them to show up and commence with whateve...
How else is he able to follow me? I cannot countenance the idea that he can read my thoughts and guess my intentions in advance. And does he leave the building when I do, after sitting outside my door like some cruel dog, patiently waiting for me? Or has he been inside here with me since the last...