The chilling new psychological thriller by S. K. Tremayne, author of the Sunday Times No. 1 bestseller, THE ICE TWINS.
IT TOOK ONLY SIX WORDS TO SHATTER HER DREAMS...
When Rachel marries handsome David and moves to a beautiful house in Cornwall, she gains wealth, love, and an affectionate stepson, Jamie.
But then Jamie s behaviour changes, and her perfect life begins to unravel. He makes disturbing predictions, claiming to be haunted by the spectre of his late mother. As September slips away and December looms, Rachel grows increasingly suspicious of her husband and begins to suspect there might be truth in Jamie s words:
Part of the Rats trilogy, international bestseller James Herbert's Domain pits man against mutant rats, who are back with a vengeance.
The long-dreaded nuclear conflict. The city torn apart, shattered, its people destroyed or mutilated beyond hope. For just a few, survival is possible only beneath the wrecked streets - if there is time to avoid the slow-descending poisonous ashes. But below, the rats, demonic offspring of their irradiated forebears, are waiting. They know that Man is weakened, become frail. Has become their prey . . .
The restless rats return in James Herbert's Lair, the second horror novel in the Rats trilogy.
The mutant white rat had grown and mated, creating offspring in its own image. They dominated the others, the dark-furred ones, who foraged for food and brought it back to the lair.
Now the dark rats were restless, tormented by a craving they could not satisfy. But the white slug-like thing that ruled them knew. Its two heads weaved to and fro and a stickiness drooled from its mouth as it remembered the taste of human flesh . . .
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Perfect for fans of It by Stephen King, The Chalk Man by C. J. Tudor and the TV show Stranger Things.
We were so young when it all happened. Just 13-years-old, making the most of the long, hot, lazy days of summer, thinking we had the world at our feet. That was us – me, Fat Bobby, Jim and Tara – the four members of the Outsiders’ Club.
The day we found a burnt-out car in the woods was the day everything changed. Cold, hard cash in the front seat and a body in the trunk… it started out as a mystery we were desperate to solve.
Then, the Collector arrived. He knew we had found his secret. And suddenly, our summer of innocence turned into the stuff of nightmares.
Florence Lovelady's career was made when she convicted coffin-maker Larry Glassbrook of a series of child murders 30 years ago. Like something from our worst nightmares the victims were buried...ALIVE.
Larry confessed to the crimes; it was an open and shut case. But now he's dead, and events from the past start to repeat themselves.
Did she get it wrong all those years ago? Or is there something much darker at play?
Praise for The Craftsman
'Grisly and comeplling.' - Sarah Hilary
'Utterly terrifying and gripping.' - Sabine Durrant, author of TAKE ME IN
'An original, dark, and twisted tale and the words just sparkle on the page.' - Niki Mackay
'I dare you to read it after dark. The Craftsman is a blood-chilling thriller that will cast a spell on you.' - Mark Edwards,No.1 Kindle bestseller
'Fabulous, utterly unique storyline, that will effortlessly stand out in the crowd of thrillers. It'll give you the creeps.' - Helen Fields
'Pitch perfect creepiness, air punching female empowerment and sinister mysteries kept me hooked to the very last page.' - Holly Seddon
'The Craftsman goes to some very dark places, and will have readers looking nervously over their shoulders with every page they turn.' - Mick Herron
'A brilliant blend of rich crime thriller with a hint of the gothic. Dark, disturbing and with women who totally rock, with the Craftsman Sharon Bolton has proven herself to be a master Craftsman herself. Buy it. Read it. Tell your friends. Then sleep with the light on.' - Sarah Pinborough
Fluke is the moving story of a dog with the memories of a human, with the signature twisting plot James Herbert is famed for.
A dog wanders the streets, compelled by a ravenous hunger. Hunting a prey he cannot not define, driven by a primal instinct he cannot ignore. He is more than he thinks, more than he can remember and in the depths of his brain the memory of what he once was is clawing for release . . .