Janz is a descriptive master. He conveys a scene in total HD ultra having you almost believe you are living it. This was most defiantly the case at the gas station.
Joe, a family man with a young daughter, witnesses a young mother abusing her toddler in the back of their truck. He intervenes to help the child and sets a disturbing chain of events in motion.
Joe and his family are soon stalked and terrorized by the family of Angie, the young mother who took her own life after she lost custody of her son. They are members of a cult and will go to any lengths to get their revenge on Joe and to bring back their daughter.
The premise of this story is filled with promise. The wonderfully dark and sinister cover conveys this too. A family man, just wanting to do the right thing . What is that they say about the road to hell… ?
A thrilling read from the outset. The characterization is on point as always from Janz and the story telling, deliciously creepy with many layers of nasty.
Flame Tree Press just keep putting out great books (mostly). Janz is as always, a wonderful author.
I’m quite annoyed at myself that I couldn’t get into ‘House of Skin’ as much as I would have like. I have become quite the fan of Janz’s work lately, but sadly this isn’t one of my favorites.
I like the premise: Nephew inherits estranged dead uncles creepy estate. Town tarnishes nephew with the same brush as his not so nice uncle. Murder and ghostly goings-on ensue.
It has a really good start to with the despicable Ted Brand getting his comeuppance after the cheating philanderer messes with the wrong women.
I think, well for me, I believe this it where it went wrong. I was loving the Ted Brand/Julia arc, but I was a lot more interested in that than in the Paul Carver arc, who of course is our main character. I couldn’t really attach myself to the character of Paul the way I like in a book. For me to really, and I mean REALLY enjoy a story, I need to be 100% behind the characters. Without this I have a habit of losing interest rather quickly.
This is by no means a shot at the story or the author himself. I firmly believe Janz is a wonderful story teller, and this story is not completely terrible. It just wasn’t for me is all.
I am looking forward to my next Janz read, ‘Nightmare Girl’.
Another exquisitely creepy read from Dona Fox. I love these shorts, they are written with a depth and expertise that’s hard to find. I can only hope to write something half as good one day.
This starts pretty innocent and simple, but quickly develops into a tragic story of family and the dark secrets within. I can’t say too much as I really wouldn’t want to spoil the ending, or the build up, but my word it’s a good one.
It is another really quick read, about 20-30 minutes. Perfect for those train journeys and lunch breaks at work. It has a quick pace. great characterization and depth and is one I feel I could read over and over and still be surprised and horrified.
It’s truly quite shocking, down to the last line.
“I like mine bloody. I get whatever I want now; I’m not a child anymore”.
This is yet again a wonderfully intricate story from Dona Fox. A Perfect Memory sucks you in, chews you up and spits you back out ten fold. A very clever piece of twisted psychological horror. You never quite quite know what’s real or who is who. I’m still a little unsure. A chilling tale of identity and government secrets from start to finish.
It is put together with such perfection down the last detail. The characters are woven deeply into the plot with a level of writing ability one could only hope to aspire to.
There is so much involved for such a short piece. I really am in awe of the writing of Dona Fox.
A new story from the Scaeth Mythos, The Bledbrooke Works
does not disappoint.
I love reading these stories, John F. Leonard has a talent
for subtle horror yet disturbing all the same. The Bledbrooke Works I feel is
one of the subtlest yet. I was engaged with the two characters from the onset.
Donald Hobdike, a cranky older gentleman who resents youth, yet at the same
time he resents getting old. He is tasked with wayward youth Michael Bassey,
‘Mikey B’, who is sent to Hobdike to work of his debt to society.
Hobdike takes Mikey down under Bledbrooke, into the sewage
system to search for what could be a ‘fatberg’ – A
fatberg is a congealed mass in a sewer system formed by the combination of
non-biodegradable solid matter, such as wet wipes, and congealed grease or
cooking fat. –Thank you
Wikipedia for that definition. As they work their way through the darkness and
stench of the towns waste Mikey begins to get nervous. He thinks he feels
something touch him in the water. He sees shadows and movement. Things that
cannot be real, that cannot exist. Hobdike tells him it’s just the darkness;
being so far below the surface can have an effect on people – A plausible
explanation. Mixed with being soaking wet after a tumble into the sewage, and
too hot from the unnatural humidity down there, Mikey could almost accept that
he was just being paranoid, almost.
The truth of the matter is far
worse. It’s no fatberg at the end of the tunnel.
This book goes from ‘normal’ to
creepy in one giant monster leap. The twist, the payoff, I have to admit I had
no idea. The best way of course is when you are taken completely by surprise.
The Bledbrooke Works reeled me in good. Hooking me from the start with
believable characters, a musty old sewage works and some dark and smelly
tunnels (and of course my favourite, a mention of rats).
It is such a simple yet effective
setting, old factories and ageing buildings are ready-made for horror stories.
They have unlimited potential, as John shows in his writing, with an atmosphere
of suspense and horror built into them from their creation.
The sights, sounds and smells were
all but palpable. John really has a knack for descriptiveness. You can almost
envision yourself there, walking though the ripe narrow passages behind Hobdike
and Mikey, as well as suffering the claustrophobia and paranoia that Mikey
I felt there were undertones of the
harsh realities of ageing within the story. Hobdike, not the young
whippersnapper he used to be, being somewhat resentful of Mikey’s youth. He
recognises himself in Mikey, something I feel we all do as we get older, we see
the younger generation making the same mistakes as we did, yet we still hold
contempt and criticise in what becomes an infinite loop. He isn’t ready to grow
old and retire. He doesn’t want to die. Who does of course? But some things are
meant to be. The symmetry between young Mikey and old Hobdike at the end I feel
validated my thoughts on this with a somewhat ‘passing the torch’ moment.
“Michael Bassey, a blundering boy, crippled by
circumstance. Packed with potential and denied opportunity. A horrible reality
for the vast majority of the underprivileged in the modern era. This vicious
circle that kept the underclass confined to poverty. Wedged and forever stuck
at the bottom of the pile.”
The Bledbrooke Works is yet another
fantastic story from The Scaeth Mythos. John F. Leonard just keeps coming back
with all things subtle and scary; I swear they get better and better.
Master of Pain, this is one for the extreme horror/genre fans. It is extremely graphic in the content, sex, violence and BDSM. It is far from one for the sensitive/faint of heart.
Melanie has always been attracted to assertive, dominant , alpha males. She has always been curious about sadism and masochism, bondage, and submission, but when she meets a man on an online BDSM website, who calls himself SLAVEMASTER, she will experience a level of sadomasochism the goes far beyond safe, sane, and consensual. Inspired by the true story of America’s first online serial killer. From the twisted minds of Wrath James White and Kristopher Rufty, comes a story of extreme violence, sex, perversion, and the occult.
It’s a well written story, abet a little on the graphic side and far too much sex for me, but I accept that this is all needed as it is based on a true life sex killer. The characters have many layers and provoke a rapid response in the reader. The offset between the killer and Melanie works very well, such different temperaments and lifestyles. They compliment each other wonderfully.
This is a good, yet tough, read if you are a fan of the more extreme genre and true crime/serial killer works.
Many thanks first of all to Flame Tree Press for the copy of Ghost Mine by Hunter Shea. This is part of the Flame Tree Press May releases.
Ghost Mine is a cowboy/gold rush/Djinn mash up which does work really well for the most part.
Teddy Roosevelt wants the gold from the mining town of Hecla, the problem… well Hecla seems to swallow men whole. He decides his man from the Rough Rider days, Nat, now an NYC cop is the man for the job and sends him in to see what exactly is going on there. Taking is long time friend and fellow adopted Rough Rider, Teta, with him they head out to the unknown.
My favourite thing about this book is Teta, he is a fantastic character. You can feel his sassy energy bouncing of the page and his little digs and quips really worked for me. I hate to say that Nat on the other hand, felt a little, robotic (if thats the right term). For me this let the book down a bit. It’s a great story, and the Wild West setting is wonderful – I love a good western. Sadly the majority of the characters just took the shine off. Selma too, I found her quite irksome for the most part.
The story itself is rather good, opening in Hecla with the naughty kid Billy killing rats in the mines. It seems that something down there did not want to be disturbed and it definitely made itself known. I enjoyed the subtlety of the opening chapter, setting the story up whilst being very tight-lipped about the while ‘what’s down there’.
Ghost Mine is definitely worth a read. As always it’s a very subjective matter. Yes, I couldn’t quite get there with it, but all the same it’s a well set up plot, and Teta who I’ve already gushed over is great!!