Frank Lindbergh's dreams have fallen apart. He wanted to get out of the grim neighborhood where he'd grown up and out of the shadow of his alcoholic father. Now both his parents are dead and he's back in his childhood home, drinking too much himself. As he sets in motion his plans for the future, he's assaulted by an intruder in his living room...an intruder who could be his twin.
In an elegant hotel, Tess will find mystery and terror in her own reflection. Outside a famed mansion on Beacon Hill, people are infected with a diabolical malice...while on the streets, an eyeless man, dressed in rags, searches for a woman who wears Tess's face...in Christopher Golden's Dead Ringers.
In the great kingdom of Quandis, everyone is a slave. Some are slaves to the gods. Most are slaves to everyone else.
Blessed by the gods with lives of comfort and splendor, the royal elite routinely perform their duties, yet some chafe at their role. A young woman of stunning ambition, Princess Phela refuses to allow a few obstacles—including her mother the queen and her brother, the heir apparent—stand in the way of claiming ultimate power and glory for herself.
Far below the royals are the Bajuman. Poor and oppressed, members of this wretched caste have but two paths out of servitude: the priesthood . . . or death.
Because magic has been kept at bay in Quandis, royals and Bajuman have lived together in an uneasy peace for centuries. But Princess Phela’s desire for power will disrupt the realm’s order, setting into motion a series of events that will end with her becoming a goddess in her own right . . . or ultimately destroying Quandis and all its inhabitants.
Meet the Malcolms. They've just moved in to a home they can't afford, they're trying to climb a social ladder that they don't belong on, and both are chasing careers that are just out of their grasp. They want a child, but every time they try, every attempt they make, fails.
Charles Malcolm, successful bestselling writer of cutting-edge, timely pop-science books finds himself staring at the blank screen. Unable to top himself yet again, he descends into writer's block, and finds himself taking long walks through Boston's historic cemeteries, his dog at his side.
Janet Malcolm finds herself chasing partnership at a high-powered law firm while facing her latest medical results -- she can't have children. Desperate, Janet will try anything to have a baby.
Charles watches as his wife seems to change before his eyes, spending more time with the mysterious and alluring couple next door. Then, one day a miracle occurs--Janet is pregnant. Charles is elated. Why wouldn't he be? But...was it a miracle?
Charles realizes that he can't remember certain periods of time, and has horrifying glimpses of memories--cult members, blood, and some...thing, from the deep ocean, risen, hungry, red-eyed. As his new infant son grows ever larger, he begins to suspect that the boy may not have been conceived naturally.
As Janet slips into madness, Charles begins to doubt everything in his life, from the people around him, from his next door neighbors, to his own wife, and finally—to his infant son.
Hope's scientist father is determined to exploit her frightening gift, a relentless government agent is out to kill her -- and a damaged soul called Monkey vows to deliver her to the mercies of the fiendish forces he serves...
For fans of Dean Koontz, Stephen King, and Guillermo del Toro.
"An omnibus of unexpected horrors!" -- Publisher's Weekly.
“Douglas Clegg knows exactly what scares us, and he knows just how to twist those fears into hair-raising chills…” – Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author of the Rizzoli & Isles series.
Books by Douglas Clegg
The Children’s Hour
The Hour Before Dark
Dark of the Eye
You Come When I Call You
The Nightmare Chronicles
The Machinery of Night
The AttractionThe Priest of Blood
The House Always Wins…
A young couple is surprised to find out their ultra cool mid-century modern Hollywood Hills dream house has a past steeped in blood and debauchery. But when the house starts exhibiting paranormal activity, they realize they've truly gotten more than they bargained for.
The House in the Hills is a novel about how the house of your dreams can sometimes turn into a nightmare.
The small New England town of Coventry had weathered a thousand blizzards . . . but never one like this. Icy figures danced in the wind and gazed through children's windows with soul-chilling eyes. People wandered into the whiteout and were never seen again. Families were torn apart, and the town would never be the same.
Now, as a new storm approaches twelve years later, the folks of Coventry are haunted by the memories of that dreadful blizzard and those who were lost in the snow. Photographer Jake Schapiro mourns his little brother, Isaac, even as---tonight---another little boy is missing. Mechanic and part-time thief Doug Manning's life has been forever scarred by the mysterious death of his wife, Cherie, and now he's starting over with another woman and more ambitious crimes. Police detective Joe Keenan has never been the same since that night, when he failed to save the life of a young boy . . . and the boy's father vanished in the storm only feet away. And all the way on the other side of the country, Miri Ristani receives a phone call . . . from a man who died twelve years ago.
As old ghosts trickle back, this new storm will prove to be even more terrifying than the last.
Spellbinding in scope and rooted deeply in classic storytelling, Christopher Golden has written a chilling masterpiece that is the best work of his career and a standout supernatural thriller. With richly textured characters, scarred and haunted by the ghosts of those they loved most, Snowblind is rooted deeply in classic storytelling. Christopher Golden has written a chilling masterpiece that is both his breakout book and a standout supernatural thriller.
"Part psychological horror, part supernatural thriller, Ararat is a masterclass in supernatural suspense. Don't read it before bed!" —Sarah Pinborough, New York Times bestselling author of Behind Her Eyes
"Ararat is a rollicking and horrifying adventure...as relentless as it is addictive." —Paul Tremblay, author of A Head Full of Ghosts and Disappearance at Devil's Rock
New York Times bestselling author Christopher Golden’s Ararat is a supernatural thriller about a mountain adventure that quickly turns into a horrific nightmare of biblical proportions.
Ararat is the heart-pounding tale of an adventure that goes wrong...on a biblical scale. When an earthquake reveals a secret cave hidden inside Mount Ararat in Turkey, a daring newly engaged couple are determined to be the first ones inside...and what they discover will change everything.
The cave is actually a buried ancient ship that many quickly come to believe is Noah’s Ark. When a team of scholars, archaeologists, and filmmakers make it inside the ark, they discover an elaborate coffin in its recesses. Inside the coffin they find something hideous. Shock and fear turn to horror when a massive blizzard blows in, trapping them thousands of meters up the side of a remote mountain. All they can do is pray for safety. But something wicked is listening to their prayers...and it wants to answer.
“Good Omens . . . is something like what would have happened if Thomas Pynchon, Tom Robbins and Don DeLillo had collaborated. Lots of literary inventiveness in the plotting and chunks of very good writing and characterization. It’s a wow. It would make one hell of a movie. Or a heavenly one. Take your pick.”—Washington Post
According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world's only completely accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.
So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon—both of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle—are not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.
And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . .