At first I was like meh. It took me a minute to get past some parts in the beginning--occasionally this author tends to be a tad too obvious at times. I guess I'll get my criticisms out of the way first1) One of my pet peeves with apocalyptic books is that they ALWAYS start off like 6 months to ...
The graffiti spread through London that summer like wildfire. Its population carried on with life as usual in one of the richest cities on the planet. But beneath the surface there is change. Men and women are going missing without trace. What has the old African preacher seen emerging from under...
it seems as if this quasi-young adult, sorta post-apocalyptic, kinda zombie-horror, new-fangled Lord of the Flies type novel published in 1995 is somewhat of a cult classic. i think it completely deserves that status and wish it were even more well-known. i have rarely seen it referenced, but giv...
Nailed by the Heart is the first Simon Clark book published in the U.S. This English writer impressed me with Strangers and since then I have been picking up his novels whenever I find them. He can be a bit hit and miss and the main thing that suffers with his writing, from the three books I’ve r...
At the end of The Day of the Triffids, the hero, Bill Masen, his wife, and four-year-old son leave the British mainland to join a new colony on the Isle of Wight. The Night of the Triffids takes up the story 25 years later. David Masen, the now grown-up son of Bill, is a pilot, still searching fo...
The Luxor Dance Hall has seen a lot over the past hundred years. From Vaudeville, through the big bands and up to the hottest rock acts, the Luxor had them all. It's closed now, a boarded-up relic, standing alone in a run down industrial part of town. But the old dance hall isn't empty. A hideous...
Behind the cannon stood one hundred men armed with muskets. We had been summoned by the parish priest of Danby-Mask in order to destroy a beast that had been inflicting damage upon dwelling houses, and injury and death upon the villagers. Wisely, I had the foresight to bring a young wench from Wh...
The child’s entire body had seized up tight. Then he’d slowly walked away through the trees. Victor would have needed all the sensitivity of a concrete block to miss the fact that something had gone badly wrong with him. He’d gone after the boy, calling his name. When he touched one of Archer’s n...
Chester’s supposed to be my friend, and he’s gone and locked me up in this stinking room. Tom Westonby stared in disbelief at the thick wooden door. Surely, there’d be the click of the lock, the door would swing open, and there’d be Chester’s broad smiling face. After that, they’d laugh, Tom woul...
Luminous markings on the travel clock on his bedside table gleamed a faint spectral green. It told him it was half past twelve. Whether that was thirty minutes beyond midnight or midday he had no way of knowing. Usually, the first sensation to reach him on waking was the itch in his injured eye. ...
Lynne had slipped in early to cook breakfast. She did this every week or so. When I pictured her husband making breakfast for their two children at the same time I pulled the sheet higher over my head.As I heard her singing lightly to herself I imagined her moving ’round the kitchen to pour orang...
1000 AD.) By the light of a midnight moon the town of Leppington lay sleeping. Twenty hours of heavy July rain filled the streets with pools of water that glittered silver. Each one duplicated the image of the moon. A hard disk as white as bone that oh-so faintly revealed dead lunar seas. The g...