Винаги изпитвам перверзно удоволствие, когато се натъкна на някой умопомрачително добър хорър автор, за който само съм чувал (...и не знам защо винаги съм смятал, че пише книги във вселената на "Междузвездни войни"). В действителност Майкъл Маршал Смит не пише книги за джедаи и светлинни мечове, ...
This book is loaded with more Awesome than many I have come across...How much Awesome you ask?...More units of Awesome than a Vulcan DJ or Robocop riding a Unicorn…… That is significant Awesome!!!6.0 stars. This is the fourth book I have read by Michael Marshall Smith (MMS) and the lowest I have...
6.0 stars. On my list of "All Time Favorite" novels. I really enjoyed the two other books I have read by Michael Marshall Smith, Spares and Straw Men and so had fairly high expections going into this book. They were SIGNIFICANTLY exceeded. I loved this book from the opening page to the very last...
The first ever collection of Michael Marshall Smith's award-winning short stories. The first piece of fiction Smith ever wrote -- a short story called The Man Who Drew Cats -- won the World Fantasy award. It's included here along with many others, some unpublished, which show the incredible versa...
For young Mark, the world has turned as bleak and gray as the Brighton winter. Separated from his real father and home in London, he's come to live with his mother and her new husband in an old house near the sea. He spends his days alone, trying to master the skateboard, while other boys his age...
He was sitting by himself in lamp shadow amongst the trees, at one of the rickety green metal tables along on the north side, close to where the Barnes & Noble library area is during the day. He was warmly dressed in nondescript, casual clothing and sipping a Starbucks in a seasonally red cup...
As yet we had plenty, but that was nothing to be complacent about. The minutes had a way of disappearing when Rachel was getting ready, early starts culminating in a breathless search for a taxi. It was a party we were going to, so it didn't really matter what time we left, but I tend to be a lit...