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My Cemetery Dance Publications ‘Salem’s Lot: The Deluxe Special Edition finally arrived! It contains an introduction by King, an afterword by Clive Barker, deleted scenes, the prequel “Jerusalem’s Lot,” the sequel “One for the Road,” a town map drawn by Glenn Chadbourne, and interior paintings by David Palumbo! All in an oversized book, printed on thick paper, and encased in wonderful slipcase! It’s a dream come true, even better than their IT 25th Anniversary Special Edition! Can’t wait to see what they do with The Shining!

Montana Gothic, by Dirck Van Sickle

Bought from a charity shop, London.

“He put on the same clothes he’d worn since last summer; the shirt stiffly wrinkled with nose wipings, the top three buttons gone. His cowboy boots, a struggle to put on, lay trampled on the small floor. He hadn’t shaved for five days and his beard, although light, was almost unbearably itchy, but his razor hadn’t been honed for so long that the strop couldn’t restore the edge and he’d lost the whetstone. He pulled on his heavy sheepskin coat, found his floppy rubber boots, picked up the Winchester, kicked the door free from the wooden case and went outside.

The dog was gone. He wasn’t surprised and didn’t care; he hadn’t fed it, made it sleep outside. But it forced a decision; without the dog, Deke couldn’t bring what was left of the sheep down for the winter. The last mark on his calendar was October 5th; he’d lost track since, but assumed it to be the last week or two of November. He was overdue with the herd; they’d come looking soon, they’d find the sheep with their skulls blown off…better that they not find him than that he try to explain.

The cow looked miserable. She’d dried up some time ago; he hadn’t turned her loose to graze and she’d cropped all the weeds within range of her tether. But she was still meat, and he could carry that with him: he shouldered the Winchester and fired. The animal fell to its knees, then slowly onto its side as the boom died echoless in the thick air. He looked at the large coarse-haired brown-and-white hulk and thought of how Sam Franklin wanted him to do stock work…He was doing it now - he’d find the axe and chop out some beef before the corpse froze.

But killing the cow stirred the hated thing in him, and the feared compulsion spread its filthy tentacles through his mind - he wanted to cry from desperation as it made his choices with a loathsome urgency. There was only one way to quell the maddening terror now blazing like a rampaging forest fire across his brain: give in, because, like the alcoholic craving of a hopeless booze fighter, it is him now.

He went to find the sheep.”

The Mephisto Waltz, by Fred Mustard Stewart (Corgi, 1975).

From Oxfam in Nottingham.

There was something odd, something menacing about Duncan Ely and his raven-haired daughter, Roxanne. He’d been one of the greatest pianists the world had ever known - a maestro, an unnaturally talented genius - and now he was about to die. So the time had come to make preparations…

Myles Clarkson was the perfect choice. His hands were almost identical to Ely’s, his wife, Paula, was more than satisfactory; and as the time grew nearer he suspected absolutely nothing. It wasn’t until after Ely’s death that Paula began to notice the terrifying changes in the man who called himself her husband…

Hell House by Richard Matheson

Rolf Rudolph Deutsch is going die. But when Deutsch, a wealthy magazine and newpaper publisher, starts thinking seriously about his impending death, he offers to pay a physicist and two mediums, one physical and one mental, $100,000 each to establish the facts of life after death.

Dr. Lionel Barrett, the physicist, accompanied by the mediums, travel to the Belasco House in Maine, which has been abandoned and sealed since 1949 after a decade of drug addiction, alcoholism, and debauchery. For one night, Barrett and his colleagues investigate the Belasco House and learn exactly why the townfolks refer to it as the Hell House.

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This is really fucking cool. Inspirational. I know u guys haven’t been introduced to my 1st book yet (getting the product ready for hustle now ;-]) but I’ve been working on Book Deuce (continuing the story) and one of my characters has been cast into Hell. What I’m doing with my Hell (so it’s not too depressing and redundantly torturous) is separating the eternal torment from the Hell World, like we put criminals in jail, so the Hell we hear about is actually imprisonment under ground, but there’s a whole other world of random creatures and Hell’s natives living on the surface. I got a creature that this pic reminds me of that my character’s tangled up in now. Fun stuff to write. =] -z

Suffer the Children by John Saul

One hundred years ago in Port Arbello a pretty little girl began to scream. And struggle. And die. No one heard. No one saw. Just one man whose guilty heart burst in pain as he dashed himself to death in the sea. Now something peculiar is happening in Port Arbello. The children are disappearing, one by one. An evil history is repeating itself. And one strange, terrified child has ended her silence with a scream that began a hundred years ago.

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