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Guy N. Smith – Son Of The Werewolf

Posted by demonik on June 13, 2009

Guy N. Smith – Son Of The Werewolf (New English Library, 1978)



Margaret Gunn remembered that terrible night nine months before when she had been horribly raped by a man in a wolf’s skin. And now she was giving birth to his son.

Margaret prayed that he would be normal, but as he grew up her most dreaded fears were realised: his large head, hideous face, terrible temper and animal-like behaviour were all signs. Then came the first murder and the final realisation…

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Guy N. Smith – Return Of The Werewolf

Posted by demonik on June 9, 2009

Guy N. Smith – Return Of The Werewolf (New English Library, 1977)



The werewolf that had scourged the Black Hill was long since dead. The villagers no longer listened on nights of the full moon for its chilling howl, no longer had need to bar and lock their doors against the supernatural strength of the half-man, half-beast.

Until the grave of the werewolf was found ripped open, despoiled and the body gone! Gordon Hall, who had hunted the creature before, returned from London, but too late. Already mutilated sheep had been found and a man attacked.

Had the werewolf returned – or was some other ravening menace loose on the hills?

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Guy N. Smith – Werewolf By Moonlight

Posted by demonik on June 6, 2009

Guy N. Smith – Werewolf By Moonlight (New English Library, 1974)



The Welsh hills are beautiful by day, attracting visitors from miles away. But at night an uneasy silence reigns, and in the gathering mist and darkness lurk the ancient evils.

The people of the village near the Black Hill shunned the night. Only the shepherds stayed out to guard their flocks. Until one night, when a sheep was found savagely mangled. The old men muttered of the ‘Black Dogs’, harbingers of death, while the young men laughed uneasily.

Not only were animals in danger but the young women too. Soon no-one dared go out at night, for the danger that threatened was more fearful than anyone imagined. When the moon was full the shape of half-man half-wolf was seen on those hills…

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Derek Hyde-Chambers – The Orgy Of Bubastis

Posted by demonik on May 30, 2009

Derek Hyde-Chambers – The Orgy Of Bubastis [Horror #6] (New English Library, 1974)


What i was saying about Bradbury’s The October Country not being a “great NEL”? This is a great NEL.

Justin Marriott again from Paperback Fanatic #8 (Dec. 2008)

“…. a delightfully bonkers reprint of a Robert Hale hardback of a few years prior. Restaging the centuries old battle between ancient Egyptian Gods in a French health farm visited by four fading actors. Derek Hyde-Chambers takes a kitchen-sink-and-all approach to horror, chucking in a bestial dwarf with sharpened talons, a nurse who turns into a werewolf, rampant LSD abuse and torture scenes lit in multi-coloured strobes with a wardrobe published from S&M R US! …”

Thanks to severance for providing the cover scan

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Stephen King – Cycle Of The Werewolf

Posted by demonik on May 16, 2009

Stephen King – Cycle Of The Werewolf (NEL, 1985)


Bernie Wrightson: cover from NEL the 12th impression, 2006

Terror began in January, by the light of the full moon …..

The first scream came from the snowbound railwayman who felt the fangs ripping at his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her snug bedroom.
Now scenes of unbelieving horror come each time the full moon shines on the isolated Maine town of Tarker Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next.
But one thing is sure.
When the moon grows fat, a paralysing fear sweeps through Tarker Mills. For snarls that sound like human words can be heard whistling through the wind. And all around are the footprints of a monster whose hunger cannot be sated …

” …. he is found the next day propped against the War Memorial, headless and disemboweled …”

Carrie, Salem’s Lot, The Shining, Christine, Misery, Gerald’s Game …. i’ve liked just about every King book that’s come my way (most of the early ones, few of the later), but with the notable exceptions of Pet Sematary and the nastier shorts, never felt the slightest inclination to re-read them. Don’t know why that is, but i’m like that with post-The Fog James Herbert, too. Cycle Of The Werewolf which, i seem to remember, met with lukewarm reviews on publication, had entirely passed me by until this morning when I ventured into the ‘idea’s store’ to see what the horror section is up to these days or, indeed, if it still exists at all. This is King at his most trad horror – it actually reads like him doing Wrightson’s old collaborator on House Of Mystery, Jack Oleck – and, at 120 pages, many of which are devoted to Berni’s illustrations, you can devour it in less time than it’s taken me to hack out this dreary post.

The gory death’s come at you at pace. Arnie Westrum is first. Arnie’s a tough guy armed with a pick-axe, but he’s no match for the horror that comes in out of the snowstorm and scatters bloody pieces of Arnie all about the railway shack. Then there’s Harlequin Romance junkie Stella Randolph, opening the valentine cards she’s posted herself from Paul Newman, Robert Redford, John Travolta and Ace Frehley out of Kiss. Love sure bursts her door down! March, and it’s the turn of a drifter (never be a drifter in a horror novel: you’ve a life expectancy of approximately eight paragraphs if your lucky). April and what was eleven year old Bradley Kincaid doing out flying his kite after sunset anyhow? And so it goes on. May …. June ….. July …..

As you’ve gathered, it’s all very Legend Of The Werewolf with the reader scrutinising the cast of surviving characters for the least likely lycanthrope as, if experience has taught us anything, it’s that once you’ve identify the “I-never-would-have-thought-of-him/ her”, you’ve got your killer. Perhaps it’s the town juicehead Chris Wrightson (!) who’d just thrown his “Great Spring Drunk and stagger[ed] off in the silvery, unreal light of a nearly full April moon” the night the Kincaid kid was torn to pieces? Could it be the Reverend Lester Lowe, plagued by nightmares that his entire congregation have taken a turn for the Loup Garou? Then there’s Milt Sturmfuller, town librarian, and all round nasty piece of work who, in twelve years of marriage, has reduced his timid wife Donna Lee to a docile slave, terrified of her own shadow. How about that little kid in a wheelchair got a passing mention in chapter ‘July’? All we know is that the culprit is one of the town’s most prominent faces, someone the residents get to see every day …..

Cycle Of The Werewolf thread on Vault Of Evil Forum

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