Most of the marketing quotes we see on the book covers
leave me cold, unless there are among the few that tend to throw me into disbelief.
I understand their existence and the mechanism behind them, but they still don’t
have much effect on me. Adam Nevill’s
books have a cover facelift for the upcoming re-releases of his novels and all
these new editions quote The Guardian
in naming Adam Nevill “Britain’s answer
to Stephen King”. Well, that is one marketing quote that leaves me cold, dead
cold. Because I tend to like writers for their individual work and originality
rather than the comparison or competition with another author. I love Stephen
King and I love Adam Nevill and each of them has a special place in my
preferences independent of each other. Other than that I am thrilled to see the
book covers for the new editions of Adam Nevill’s novels, all with such a
simple but effective design and following the same basic line, started with his
latest release “House of Small Shadows”,
for a maximum effect when they’re together. As a matter of fact, I like these
covers so much that I am already thinking of acquiring these new editions for
my personal library although I already have all of Adam Nevill’s novels on my
bookshelves.
Few
believed Professor Coldwell could commune with spirits. But in Scotland’s
oldest university town something has passed from darkness into light. Now, the
young are being haunted by night terrors and those who are visited disappear.
This
is certainly not a place for outsiders, especially at night. So what chance do
a rootless musician and burned out explorer have of surviving their
entanglement with an ageless supernatural evil and the ruthless cult that
worships it?
This
chilling occult thriller is both an homage to the great age of British ghost
stories and a pacy modern tale of diabolism and witchcraft.
Some doors are better left
closed . . .
In
Barrington House, an upmarket block in London, there is an empty apartment. No
one goes in, no one comes out. And it’s been that way for fifty years. Until
the night watchman hears a disturbance after midnight and investigates. What he
experiences is enough to change his life forever.
A
young American woman, Apryl, arrives at Barrington House. She’s been left an
apartment by her mysterious Great Aunt Lillian who died in strange
circumstances. Rumours claim Lillian was mad. But her diary suggests she was implicated
in a horrific and inexplicable event decades ago.
Determined
to learn something of this eccentric woman, Apryl begins to unravel the hidden
story of Barrington House. She discovers that a transforming, evil force still
inhabits the building. And the doorway to Apartment 16 is a gateway to
something altogether more terrifying . . .
It was the dead thing they
found hanging from a tree that changed the trip beyond recognition.
When
four old University friends set off into the Scandinavian wilderness of the
Arctic Circle, they aim to briefly escape the problems of their lives and
reconnect. But when Luke, the only man still single and living a precarious
existence, finds he has little left in common with his well-heeled friends,
tensions rise.
A
shortcut meant to ease their hike turns into a nightmare scenario that could
cost them their lives. Lost, hungry, and surrounded by forest untouched for
millennia, things couldn’t possibly get any worse.
But
then they stumble across an old habitation. Ancient artefacts decorate the
walls and there are bones scattered upon the floors. The residue of old rites
for something that still exists in the forest. Something responsible for the
bestial presence that follows their every step. And as the four friends stagger
in the direction of salvation, they learn that death doesn’t come easy among
these ancient trees . . .
Some secrets refuse to stay
buried . . .
Indie
filmmaker Kyle Freeman is a man at the end of his tether. He faces bankruptcy
and obscurity, until he lands a commission to make an unusual documentary. The
Temple of the Last Days was a notorious cult, which reached its bloody endgame
in the Arizona desert in 1975. Ever since, the group’s rumoured mystical
secrets and paranormal experiences have lain concealed behind a history of
murder, sexual deviancy and imprisonment.
Kyle
and his one-man crew film the cult’s original bases in London and France –
finally visiting the desert crime scene where the cult self-destructed in a
night of ritualistic violence. But when Kyle interviews survivors, uncanny
events plague his shoots. Frightening out-of-body experiences and nocturnal
visitations follow, along with the discovery of ghastly artefacts. Until Kyle
realises, too late, that they’ve become entangled in the cult’s hideous legacy.
They watch you while you sleep . . .
The Red House: home to the damaged genius of the
late M. H. Mason, master taxidermist and puppeteer, where he lived and created
some of his most disturbing works. The building and its treasure trove of
antiques is long forgotten, but the time has come for his creations to rise
from the darkness.
Catherine Howard can’t believe her luck when she’s
invited to value the contents of the house. When she first sees the elaborate
displays of posed, costumed and preserved animals and macabre puppets, she’s
both thrilled and terrified. It’s an opportunity to die for.
But the Red House has secrets, secrets as dreadful
and dark as those from Catherine’s own past. At night the building comes alive
with noises and movements: footsteps, and the fleeting glimpses of small
shadows on the stairs. And soon the barriers between reality, sanity and
nightmare begin to collapse . . .
