Πέρυσι διάβασα δυο X-Files βιβλία, το ένα ήταν ουσιαστικά novelization του πιλοτικού επεισοδίου της σειράς και το άλλο novelization της ταινίας του 1998. Αυτό που μόλις τελείωσα είναι βασισμένο στους χαρακτήρες της σειράς και ακολουθεί το ίδιο μοτίβο, όμως έχει μια δική του ιστορία να πει. Οι πρά...
After a hiatus of ten years, Charlie comes back full force with the standard Oxrun formula: four longer stories with a framing story for the entire book. There is a little more interconnection between the stories themselves and the framing story (meant to introduce the new police chief to the p...
Δεύτερο βιβλίο του Τσαρλς Γκραντ στην σειρά The X-Files που διαβάζω και αυτό με την σειρά του μου φάνηκε καλούτσικο, αν και όχι κάτι το τρομερό. Κλασικά, οι γνωστοί πράκτορες του FBI Μόλντερ και Σκάλι θα αναλάβουν άλλη μια ασυνήθιστη υπόθεση που ανήκει στον χώρο του υπερφυσικού. Κάπου στο Νέο Μεξ...
A warm evening in Oxrun Station - a lovely time for a picnic. If only they hadn't chosen to visit the orchard... It was the last lovely time. The first death seems to be an accident. But there's no doubt about the suicide, or the mutilation murder, or the horror that seizes the movie theater, ...
Grant sure did love his seasons. I think every story of his that I've read thus far start out talking about what season it is. This is useful from a setting standpoint, but then he goes on and talks about how the season is ominous and portentous. Again, that's pretty useful for a horror story, bu...
In Oxrun Station, the wind carries dark musics and dark magics . . . and summoning the wind can call you to your doom. The spectral sound of folk music was a sound not everyone could hear. Only those desperate for love heard the haunting notes--and had their lives forever altered.
Charles Grant's stories are really not comparable to anyone else's, in my humble opinion. He writes with such atmospheric perfection that you will find yourself walking along with the characters, experiencing every chill and sense of uneasy that they feel. Grant has the power to convey such fea...
The third novel in Grant's Oxrun Station series.
Pat didn't want to hear it, but it refused to leave, becoming louder, more frantic, adding to it the faint call of her name. She groaned and sat up, wincing at a sharp tug in the small of her back. The heels of her hands pressed hard against her eyes to drive off sleep, and what felt like a thin ...
No one tried to stop him, though Judy gave him a look that almost turned him around. But he couldn’t stay. He kept looking at the windows, at the doors, expecting any minute to see someone else, another reminder of what had happened. It was foolish. It was ridiculous. He knew it. Yet the day had ...
The world changed when the cartons were all emptied, crushed, dragged out to the curb for the garbage truck to take away. Before, when dishes were still being unwrapped, when the toys were still jumbled in their boxes, when all the good clothes were still crammed into their hanging bags with th...
Its color had once been a midnight green, but sun and, winter had faded the shade to a patchy pale grey; stains of rust edged the wheel wells, crept up the passenger doors, stitched across the low, slightly humped roof. There had been an ornament on the hood at some time in its past, and too many...
Wires hummed and clotheslines stiffened; lampposts vibrated and window glass turned brittle; an automobile turning onto Mainland Road was caught in a broadside that slammed it close to a ditch. And when the explosion was over, the wind remained, weaker now and weakening. &...