In "Descendant", Masterton draws on the Romanian folklore of the strigoi, the immortal vampires, to weave a tale that crosses WWII and the decade or so after its end.Jim Falcon, is an American academician who, due to a paper he wrote, is called upon to hunt strigoi in WWII's European theater. Aft...
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The first in the new Sissy Sawyer series When Fidelio Valdes, a disaffected young Puerto Rican, and Robert Touche, a drunk and aggressive businessman who has lost his job and his wife, meet, they begin a spree of random shootings. The Connecticut Police are baffled until widowed fortune-teller Si...
When Jessica's parents are tragically killed in a car crash, she goes to live with her grandparents in their big old house in Connecticut. Bullied at her new school because of the injury she suffered in the crash, Jessica finds solace in her favourite fairies and the pictures she loves to draw. O...
"Gut ist der Schlaf, der Tod ist besser"Ponieważ to pierwsza książka Mastertona, którą tutaj dokładniej opisuję, to może kilka słów o nim na początek. Często jest on oceniany jako mierny pisarz przez to jak pisze swoje książki. Czasem dość brutalne sceny opisuje [żeby coś takiego wymyślić to trze...
Something is happening to Bonnie Winter. She's a working wife and mother, and her job is cleaning up crime scenes. Considering what she sees everyday, it must take a lot to disturb a woman like Bonnie Winter. You can't imagine. In this brilliantly unnerving novella, Graham Masterton spea...
A young woman brutally hacked to pieces in her Virginia home—with a weapon over a hundred years old. A retired Army officer butchered—by an invisible attacker. A young man blinded in his bathtub—then boiled alive. What do all the victims have in common? What malevolent nightmare stalked them? He ...
If you've read the reviews on this website before, you'll know we're die-hard fans (no pun intended) of Graham Masterton. Masterton is grossly overlooked and definitely deserves the title "King of Horror" more than Stephen King. Don't believe me? Just give his novels a try. Start out with Feast (...
Of course they thought he was crazy . . . . But Seymour Willis insisted his house was breathing and that he heard someone's - or something's - heartbeat pounding within the walls. So the disbelievers investigated, doubting the existence of ghosts or demons - until their reason was shattered by th...
I loved this book, I read it not knowing about the first two but still really enjoyed it, I could tell there was more to the story as the characters refer to before when they dealt with Misquamacus in the hospital. I found it easy to follow and it freaked me out of me in a few parts lol but I cou...
The Oaks is an idyllic, up-market country club - but behind its ornately carved walls is an horrific past. Sixty years ago the house was an asylum, home to crazed psychopaths, all of whom disappeared one night, never to be seen again.
I'm not familiar with his more recent output but back in his early works, Masterton apparently couldn't write convincing women. They seemingly existed only to be vague stereotypes or to be victimised in order to spur on the protagonist. Or, in the case of this book, both.On the whole though, the ...
Manitou Blood is the fourth novel in the 'Manitou' series.One key to having a book guaranteed for a reader to adore is by including a beloved hero. Harry Erskine is perfect for that role, being quirky, silly, over-the-top, and humorous while never being corny or self-apologetic. He admits he does...
I recognize that this a first novel (it's the first novel I've ever read by Masterton actually). I recognize that there are minor slip ups about American culture by a British writer (just little turns of phrase that don't ring true - can't even think of one now they were so few - the constant usa...
Josh's sister, Julia, moves to London and isn't heard from for 8 months. One morning, her body is found cut to pieces and dumped into the Thames River. Josh and his girlfriend, Nancy, fly to England and attempt to find out what happened to Julia. The police are stumped and have no leads. They end...
The secretary seeking a cosmopolitan lifestyle in Europe's most sophisticated city; the architect whose secret life is about to become all too public; the delighted beneficiary of a superb inheritance: all very different people trying to make the best of their ordinary lives. But all of them will...
When stuntman Noah Flynn finds a strange medallion with what appear to be ancient cuneiform markings, little does he suspect there will be disastrous consequences for those around him. When the Arabic would-be assassin of aid agency diplomat Adeola Davis turns out to have been wearing a similar m...
Started off really well, I couldn't put it down, then about two thirds of the way through it seemed to take a bizarre turn. There is an idiotic subplot which seems to do little more than provide the author an opening to portray a certain political party in the most evil, vile light possible; it w...
This is one of Masterton's early horror novels and as far as I'm concerned this author can do no wrong.Back Cover Blurb:New Milford was a peaceful old town where nothing ever happened. Until overnight the water turned a hideously sinister colour. Then Alison and Jimmy Bodine disappeared and the b...
I had a lot of mind changes while reading Tengu. For the first quarter or so, I didn’t think I liked it because I didn’t understand what was going on at all. The second third of the book picked up though and I couldn’t put it down. The last third, however, made me wish it would end mainly because...
Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later. Death Trance was, for me, a bad book. I can't say that it was bad for one main reason or several small ones because it just seemed bad altogether. The only positive thing I can say about it is that it shows, yet again, that Masterton can take on any...
In this story, Jim Rook's psychic powers bring him - along with his friends and students - into great danger. Rook is the only person who has the strength to fight against the destructive forces of the Swimmer.
M. Williams, un scénariste, fait l'acquisition d'un miroir ayant appartenu à Boofuls, enfant-star d'Hollywood, assassiné en 1939 dans des circonstances aussi tragiques que mystérieuses.
You have to take the greatest triumphs and the greatest disasters with equal equanimity. There is no more terrible sight than to come across explorers whose fear has overtaken their judgement; to find their huddled bodies not five miles away from supplies, and food, because they eventually lost c...
His father always used to say that whenever you saw more than seven hooded crows gathered together, they had come to gloat over a human tragedy.It was tragedy weather, too. Curtains of rain had been trailing across the Nagle Mountains since well before dawn, and the north-west field was so heavy ...
said Ranger Butowski. “I can’t find my buckle,” said Cayley. “It’s right there, honey, down by the side of your seat.” Cayley groped for it, but she still couldn’t find it. “Right there,” said Ranger Butowski, growing impatient. “I can’t see it,” Cayley told her. “I can’t see anything. I’m blind....
She smelled the shoes heaped up in the entrance hall and violently sneezed, and when she walked into the living room she stopped and looked around, and her tail slowly lifted as if she could sense something there that she didn’t like at all. Jim went through to the kitchen with his bags of grocer...
Before they went in, though, they waited for a few seconds, listening. The clinic was still silent, except for the soft persistent beeping of Natasha Kerwin’s monitor. Not even the padding of feet on the carpeted floors. ‘OK, let’s do it,’ said Michael, and they entered the room, closing the door...
Father Anton lent me a voluminous white nightshirt, white bed-socks, and a copy of L’lnvocation des Anges, leather-bound and smelling of dust, to read by the light of my shaky bedside lamp. We said goodnight on the second floor, where Father Anton himself slept, and then I creaked up through the ...
As they tried to explain to him what they had seen and felt in the woods, however, a beefy gray-haired man in uniform came across to them and said, ‘What’s the problem here, Deputy?’ ‘These folks think they saw somebody lurking in the woods over yonder.’ ‘Not necessarily some body,’ Jack correcte...
‘Hey man, you’re back super early,’ said Ricky, the cigarette waggling between his lips. ‘Don’t tell me – you took one look at your new class and totally freaked?’ Ricky was an artist and lived in the first-floor apartment. He was in his early sixties, with a wild mane of gray hair and a droopy g...
Nathan thought that Denver had inherited enough of their bad habits already. They didn’t talk about Doris Bellman any more, although Grace could tell that Nathan was still thinking about the basilisk, even when he was pretending to laugh at David Letterman. The phone rang twice, but each time it ...
I hooked my golf umbrella out of the forged-iron stand in the hallway, and took it out to the front gate, so that Mrs Bedford wouldn’t get showered on. She was wearing a dark mink jacket and her hair must have been waved that afternoon, for it swept up from her forehead in a blue-gray wing, and h...
‘You’re sure about that?’ ‘Absolutely positive. Don’t you remember the cards? Two men cutting wood. Then La Faucille Terrible. The man poking his eye out, and the other man laughing. What you just saw, that was exactly what the cards predicted, coming to life.’ ‘Not exactly. That guy didn’t poke ...
Blake? Lily? It’s Special Agent Kellogg.” “Oh, hi. How are you? Sorry—I was asleep.” “That’s okay. I’m sorry to wake you. Well, I’m not entirely sorry to wake you. We’ve found Tasha and Sammy.” Lily sat up in bed. She was so breathless that she could hardly speak. “You’ve found them? Oh, my God! ...
Pádraigin was wearing a plain long-sleeved dress in charcoal-grey wool and her hair was tied back with a grey satin ribbon, but Katie thought the severity of her appearance made her look unusually attractive, like a sexually repressed bunscoil teacher. ‘It took a while, ma’am, but I’ve found out ...
I lived here many years ago, next to the fifteenth-century residence of Anne of Cleves, and I always enjoyed its steep cobbled streets and its characteristic tile-hung houses. It was at Lewes in 1264 that Simon de Montfort defeated King Henry III; and the town’s strategic importance is remembered...
But then he screamed out, ‘Violette!’ He edged toward the doorway, knees bent, ducking down low and keeping one arm raised up in front of his face. Even so, the heat was too fierce for him to approach within less than four feet of it, and he could still feel his cheeks scorching. Besides, there d...
She stood next to the window wearing one of his shirts, her hair still greasy and tangled from yesterday’s ordeal. ‘You want some coffee?’ he asked her. She shook her head and continued to look out of the window. ‘The fire was on the news. It looks like the fire department managed to confine it t...
However, she postponed the meeting for an hour because she had something more important to do. She drove to the hospital in Wilton to pay her respects to Detective Garda Goold and to give her condolences to her family. The mortuary was silent and dimly lit. Rain was starti...
They appear in many different shapes and disguises, from statues to animals to spiders to waif-like children. They frighten us to the point where we hang protective symbols and herbs around our doorways to keep them out, and say prayers to prevent them from harming us.The reality is, however, tha...
There was one old lady who was busy talking to Marjorie’s baby-pink companion with the jutting teeth, and a florid-faced oil executive who was sitting with his head between his knees (he had brought his own hip-flask), but apart from those two, the old house was deserted. The guests had left noth...
We’re going to root out every criminal racket, from drugs to prostitution to money laundering. We’re going to purge the streets of gangs and violent crime. We’re going to change Los Angeles into the kind of place where everybody feels safe and secure and proud of their neighborhood, whether they ...
‘Where is he, then?’ asked his mother. ‘He’s not in the toilet, is he?’ ‘I looked in the toilet.’ Mary Buckley turned off the gas under her frying pan, which was crowded with curled-up rashers. ‘I declare you lads are going to be the living death of me one day,’ she told the three boys, who were ...
Rakes, hoes and edging-spades were hanging neatly on the walls and there were sacks of aromatic peat, of lawn-feed and rose fertilizer. Charlie edged between the sacks until he found another door on the far side of the room, a grey-painted steel door, with an automatic hinge to close it. He turne...
He saw a crowd of students gathered and he could heard a high-pitched howling, like a run-over dog. He ran across the grass and pushed his way through to the steps by the side of the arts block. Ray Krueger was standing at the top of the steps, holding onto the steel-pipe railing with both hands....
Trevor chose a double Jack Daniel's instead of a sedative, and Sissy joined him."I couldn't believe my eyes," he said, as he hunched in his armchair in the living room. "It was like a horror movie. There was so much-blood."They had already seen on the news that seventeen men, women, and children ...
Tyson trotted close to heel behind her, but already he was sniffing and snuffling and letting out little sneezes of excitement. Bob Kowalski was standing in the living-room talking to a young woman detective, Sandra Garnet. Detective Garnet was red-haired and freckly, with upswept eyeglasses and ...
They sat at the big scrubbed-pine kitchen table and Grannie brought them muffins, cookies and fruit bread. The kitchen was always warm in winter because Grannie cooked on a massive old cast-iron range. On the walls there were glossy green tiles with convolvulus patterns on them, and the floor was...
Robbie saw it pull up ahead of him only ten feet too late; but those ten feet were enough to send a scaffolding-pole smashing through the windshield of his Porsche and straight into his chest. The medical examiner told me that he never would have known what hit him. “I’m truly sorry, Mr Deacon; b...
‘You wouldn’t believe there’s any kind of a crisis going on at all!’ He had switched on the TV and changed to the local public service channel, but so far there had been no updates on the drought, or the water supply, or the riots. All that was showing was Julia Child ‘in my own kitchen’, baking ...
She looked around and saw that she was lying in a hospital bed, in a private room. The blind was pulled down, but only a little more than halfway, so that she could see that it was dark outside. She lifted up the blanket that was covering her. She was wearing a hospital gown with a pattern of sma...
Doctor Berman came into his room to find Nathan flexing the fingers of his left hand like a pianist preparing to play Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 5. He stood at the end of the bed watching him for a few moments, and then he said, ‘It’s almost back to how it was before you burned it, isn’t it?’...
The first was a man arrested for trying to run across the White House lawns with what appeared to be a gun, but was later discovered to be a piece of Kentucky fried chicken. He had told the police, “I just wanted to share my lunch with the President. He said he wanted to be a people’s President d...
I don’t like what goes on there, neither. Everybody behaves so cheerful and folksy but believe me that folksiness hides some real grisly secrets that would turn your blood to iced gazpacho. You can guess, then, that I was distinctly unamused when I was driving back home early last October from Pr...
‘Martin,’ he replied, ‘you should save your energy. Nobody, but nobody, is going to want to make a picture about Boofuls. Why do you think that nobody’s done it already?’ ‘Maybe nobody thought of it,’ Martin suggested. ‘Maybe somebody thought of it, but felt that it was too obvious. But it seems ...
“Arizona? Why on earth should I want to go to Arizona?” “I don’t know. You like cacti, don’t you? And the weather’s pretty good.” “The weather’s pretty good here. Besides, I’m right in the middle of the busiest semester I’ve ever had. And also, I thought that you and I were taking a raincheck.” “...
Katie eased herself out of bed and went through to her dressing room. She opened up her white satin-covered jewelry box and took out the folded slip of paper that Springer had given her. Before she opened it, she looked at herself in her dressing-table mirror. ‘You don’t have to do this, Katie,’ ...
He turned momentarily toward his BMW, parked alongside three blue-and-white patrol cars with To Serve And Protect emblazoned on their doors, but decided against it. He was too shaken to think about driving. He had to walk. Under a furnace-like blue sky, he crossed the street, and started threadin...
She could have followed him to see if she could discover where he was holding Noah, but it would be almost impossible to do that without him becoming aware that she was close behind him, and in any event what could she do even if she did manage to find out where Noah was? Francis had followed him...
His cheeks were florid and his eyebrows were unnaturally dark brown. He wore a white shirt and a bow tie, and his hands were demurely clasped in front of his well-pressed black shorts. John Lester Junior was a small man with rimless glasses and small polished shoes and a dyed chestnut pompadour. ...
I’m not going to pretend that everything’s fine and dandy. It’s not my style.’ Daniel sat down, and stared at his plate of Canadian bacon and eggs. ‘You think they’ve killed her?’ he asked. ‘No, said Kathy. ‘Everything points away from it. I mean, why would they kill her? If they want money, they...
David joined us in the kitchen for a supper of thick lentil soup, but every few minutes the phone would ring in the library and he would get up to answer it. Each time, when he returned, he looked increasingly anxious. Helena kept glancing out into the backyard, and when Kate tried to talk to her...