Charles L. Grant – In A Dark Dream

Charles L. Grant – In A Dark Dream   (NEL, 1990: originally TOR, 1989)

Blurb:
`Something bad coming. Something bad … ‘

She huddled, shivering and sobbing against her father.

`Something bad..’

The nightmare she could barely explain.

New England summer. School’s out and the small town waiting for the arrival of the summer people, the cottage owners. The months of swimming in the lake, cookouts, woodsmoke and summer love. The carefree time.

But something bad coming. Something twisted and vile, prefigured in dark, tormented dreams. Evil, tracking and sniffing its way towards them, slithering out of imagination into reality.

Justin Marriott (ed.) Paperback Fanatic # 21

Justin Marriott (ed.) Paperback Fanatic # 21 (January 2012)

Contents:

Fanatical Thoughts

Fanatical Mail: letters from Bam!!!, Colin Clyne, Andreas Decker, Holger Hasse, Mark Savage, Mike Chivers, Steve Lines, Stephen Sennitt, Stuart Williams, Gary Dobbs, Andy Boot, Kev Demant, Nigel Taylor

Justiin Marriott – Bounding From the Thirties! The Corinth regency reprints of The Phantom Detective and Dr Death, plus Corinth Checklist.

Rob Matthews – Gold Medal’s Golden Age. Part 1 of a definitive A-Z

Andreas Decker – 50 years of Rhodan- a celebration of pulp astronaut Perry Rhodan’s 50th birthday

Andrew Myers – TNT “the overlooked and demented men’s adventure series”

James Doig – Frank Bernier: A Forgotten Australian Paperback Artist.

Abraham Merritt cover gallery- examples from around the world

Paperback Dungeon: Johnny Mains on John Burke (1922-1911)
Review of Hip Pocket Sleaze
Graham Andrews – Fit To Be Tied (new column devoted to film novelisations)
John Kenney – Glorious Trash (regular column)

For further details, orders, etc, visit Fanatic HQ – and do it soon!

Marc Marais – Duel For A Dark Angel

Marc Marais – Duel For A Dark Angel   (NEL, April 1976 )

Blurb
A wave of sickening murders hits the streets of Paris. The bodies of beautiful women are being found, almost casually, in rivers or up back alleys, by passers-by. The corpses have been killed and mutilated with a brutality that rivals Jack the Ripper. Claude Delorme, of the special branch of Paris Sûret, faces growing pressure to solve these crimes as panic mounts daily among the Parisians.

But he is faced by a baffling lack of clues and suspects. After many false starts and near disaster he at last stumbles upon what seems to be the trail, yet it leads him to the twilight world of the supernatural. Those who dabble with the Occult he finds, are now playing with human lives. Against the shadow of menace that threatens not only Delorme, but the whole of Paris, police methods are useless. It can only be dealt with on its own terms.

Thanks to Sara of the very beautiful My Love Haunted Heart blog for providing cover scan, blurb and a super review.

Stephen King – Salem’s Lot (1981: TV Movie Tie in)

Stephen King – Salem’s Lot  (NEL, 1981)

We’ve already had a couple of editions of this, but here’, for little better reason than I like the cover, the TV Movie tie-in edition from 1981 when vampires were still OK.

George R. R. Martin – The Armageddon Rag

George R. R. Martin – The Armageddon Rag     (NEL, 1984)

Blurb
A band, a legend, a generation had died that packed, apocalyptic night in 1971.
Sixty thousand had seen it happen, live on stage: the sniper’s bullet that had smashed into the lead singer’s head, dropped him dead. The Sixties Summer of Love had finally been killed off by a person or persons unknown and never found.

But now, ten years after, someone was pushing the remnants of the band back on the road again.

Tension-wrought and snarling, they were nerving themselves for a re-run of that last fatal tour through the hate-ridden heart of Amerika. While Jamie Lynch, who’d first found them and made them and grown fat on their success, lay spreadeagled back East, ritually cut down nd murdered.

Only Sandy Blair, well worn down into journalistic respectability, caught the crazed jingle-jangle echoes of some risen-again Manson Messiah. Only Sandy, tormented by electric night-time visions of flame-lit horror, knew that the bright, ungrieving Angel of Death waited out on the highway hitching a ride to Armageddon.