James Herbert bol jedným z najväčších britských a svetových autorov thrillerov a hororov. Jeho inovatívny štýl majstrovsky kombinoval napätie hororu a thrilleru, ponoril sa do temných zákutí zla a vytváral dusivú atmosféru a stupňujúce sa hrôzy. Jeho diela, preložené do mnohých jazykov, si získali celosvetové uznanie a stali sa klasikou žánru pre svoju hĺbku a originalitu.
A peaceful village in Wiltshire is shattered by a disaster which strikes without reason or explanation, leaving behind a trail of misery and horror. A yawning, bottomless crack spreads through the earth, out of which creeps a fog that resembles no other. Whatever it is, it must be controlled.
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.
He was a stringy mongrel wandering the streets, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness, the dog they called Fluke knew that he was once a man.
For millions of years man and rats had been natural enemies. But now for the first timesuddenly, shockingly, horriblythe balance of power had shifted and the rats began to prey on the human population.
Partially incapacitated by a stroke, Thom Kincaid travels back to the wooded land where he grew up to recuperate. Surrounded by the comforts of Castle Bracken, Thom plans to relive old, forgotten memories. But his return stirs an ancient evil, one cloaked in the guise of a friend. His only chance for survival lies in a world in which he no longer believes.
Three nights of terror at the house called Edbrook. Three nights in which David Ash, there to investigate a haunting will be victim of horrifying and maleficent games. Three nights in which he will face the blood-chilling enigma of his own past. Three nights before Edbrook's dreadful secret will be revealed.... And the true nightmare will begin Remember with Fear!
Sometimes horror is in the mind and sometimes its real. Telling the difference isnt always easy. It wasnt for Joe Creed. Hed just photographed the unreal. Now he had to pay the price, because he always thought that demons were just a joke. But the joke was on himand it wasnt very funny. It was deadly.
In 'The Ghosts of Sleath', nothing ever happens in this quiet village - that is until the ghosts start to appear. A psychic investigator is called in but the events which unfold drive him to the edge of his sanity. In ''48', Hitler unleashes the Blood Death on Britain in 1945 as his final act of vengeance.
We thought we'd found our haven, a cottage deep in the heart of the forest. Charming, maybe a little run down, but so peaceful. That was the first part of the Magic. Midge's painting and my music soared to new heights of creativity. That was another part of the Magic. Our love for each other -- well, that became the supreme Magic. But the cottage had an alternative side. The Bad Magic. "What happened to us there was horrendous beyond belief. The healings, the crazy sect who wanted our home for themselves, the hideous creatures that crawled from the nether regions, and the bats -- oh God, the bats! Even now those terrible things seem impossible to me. Yet they happened..." 'Beautifully orchestrated crescendo of suspense...Herbert had brought the shivers back to the genre.' Washington Post