This was a very entertaining and even unique mystery/procedural/crime/slasher type deal. The odd way it bounces back and forth between horror and police procedural stuff totally gripped me. One on hand this is a totally trashy and gory horror exploitation film in novel form, but on the other it's...
Swastika and Aryan believe they are acting as cleansers of society-necessary evils to empower a new master race. But there's still one secret about them no one knows. When an elite team of investigators is assigned to hunt them down, they stumble upon a terrifying government conspiracy-and a myst...
Isolated in the Riverside Insane Asylum is the Ripper. He believes he's the notorious butcher who terrorized Whitechapel more than a century ago. In the black hole of his imagination he reenacts the crimes. In the darkness of his heart he still craves the thrill of the kill. Thank God he can't es...
I hate to admit this, but I did not really finish this book. I skipped ahead, and read the very confusing and unsatisfying ending. It has been two weeks since I started it, and I am less then two hundred pages in. The reason is simple: the book simply has not caught my attention. Here is what I t...
A killer turns the child's game of hangman into a nightmare of escalating horror after his first two victims are discovered in Seattle and Vancouver. "A psycho to end all psychos. Makes Hannibal seem like an Oxford don". ("The Vancouver Sun").
Decades ago, Inspector Robert DeClercq suffered a tragedy when his young daughter was kidnapped and killed after he was unable to save her. Only now, with a young girl named Katt in his life, can he put his demons to rest. Until DeClercq's Special X Team receives a shrunken head, heralding the re...
Had this been the Munich Hofbrauhaus tent, there would have been ten thousand inebriants drowning in a sea of suds. True, this wasn't Bavaria, but the local brewmaster was capitalizing on Oktoberfest all the same. In the far corner played an oompah band, leading the drinkers in a rousing version ...
The black-and-white headshot from 1941 had yellowed slightly with the passing of time. From back then, Viv Barrow beamed up at her daughter in the here and now, while Lyn Barrow stared down at the wartime nightingale. “Were you once that happy, Mom?” she asked. The dying nurse didn’t answer. Lyn ...
had been her stage name for as long as she could remember. It came from her mother’s obsession with the movie Gone with the Wind. “Fiddle-dee-dee!” her mom would say as she dressed her daughter up as a Southern belle for child beauty pageants. And whenever they lost to some “little tramp,” her sn...