'He gazed at the sightless eyes and blackening skin, at the tongue embedded in a sea of froth, at the blood from the opaque lips coursing down the broken neck...' - Sideshow, Fay Woolf.
'A richly seasoned liver paté obtained at enormous expense from the corpse of an unknown racing driver, minutes after final impact...' - Dante's Bistro, Carolyn L. Bird.
'The fetid odour of ageing flesh rose from the bedclothes. The yellow, wizened face gazed up, toothless and shrunken. "Good morning, mummy," said the hag...' - The Clock, Edwin Brown.
... come fourteen tales of stark and loathsome nightmare to people the dark hours with the most hideous of imaginings...
'He gazed at the sightless eyes and blackening skin, at the tongue embedded in a sea of froth, at the blood from the opaque lips coursing down the broken neck...' - Sideshow, Fay Woolf.
'A richly seasoned liver paté obtained at enormous expense from the corpse of an unknown racing driver, minutes after final impact...' - Dante's Bistro, Carolyn L. Bird.
'The fetid odour of ageing flesh rose from the bedclothes. The yellow, wizened face gazed up, toothless and shrunken. "Good morning, mummy," said the hag...' - The Clock, Edwin Brown.
... come fourteen tales of stark and loathsome nightmare to people the dark hours with the most hideous of imaginings...