Résultats pour "Andrew Roberts" dans Horreur

It's 1699 in the coastal settlement of Fount Royal in the Carolinas when Rachel Howarth is sentenced to be hanged as a witch. She's been accused of murder, deviltry, and blasphemous sexual congress, and the beleaguered, God-fearing colonial village wants her dead. But Matthew Corbett, young clerk to the traveling magistrate summoned to Fount Royal to weigh the accusations, soon finds himself persuaded in favor of the beguiling young widow.

In her second collection from Trepidatio Publishing, award-winning author Gemma Files takes her listeners on journeys out beyond safe borders—from the trackless depths of the sea, to the empty desert frontiers of the Weird West, even to the edges of cracks between worlds. Here, in these narrow spaces between the known and the unknown, behind the paper-thin curtains of reality, lurk monsters both human and ancient: selkies and avenging revenants, voodoo priestesses and pirate sorcerers, ghosts and vampires, and the most famous murderer of all time.

Hoch im Nordwesten von Schottland geht das Grauen um. Auf der Insel mitten im See von Loch Montrose ragt wie ein Mahnmal des Bösen auf ihrem felsigen Gipfel ein kegelförmiger Turm empor. Dort soll ein schreckliches Ungeheuer hausen, das die Bewohner des kleinen Ortes seit Jahrhunderten in Angst und Schrecken versetzt. Von all dem ahnte ich, Rick Masters, nichts.

Die Zinnen von Windcliff Castle heulten im Sturm wie die Pfeifen einer riesigen Orgel. Dumpfe, klagende Laute, dazwischen grelles Kreischen und das Grollen eines nahenden Gewitters weckten Noel Allister gegen zwei Uhr morgens. Verschlafen setzte sich der grobschlächtige Mann im Bett auf und griff sich verwirrt an den Kopf. Mit einem hässlichen Geräusch bohrte sich das schwere Werkzeug in die Brust des Mannes, durchstieß sie mühelos und drang in die Matratze. In diesem Moment brach die Hölle los … Ein neuer Fall für Rick Masters.

Jack Callum hatte schon viele riskante Reportagen für die Londoner Zeitung NEWS gemacht. Deshalb hatte er ihn auch nach Irland geschickt, um die aktuelle politische Situation auf der Grünen Insel zu analysieren. Doch nicht nur eine Untergrundbewegung sorgte für Unruhe, nein, auch die Mächte der Finsternis trieben ihr grausames Spiel und Jack Callum war mal wieder mittendrin in einem neuen unheimlichen Fall.

Representing the dark underbelly of Romanticism and beyond, these stories reach the shadowy corners of the human soul as seen through the writings of some of the most prominent authors of the 19th and early 20th centuries.

In this ambitious and wildly original debut -- part social-political satire, part international mystery -- a new virus turns people into something a bit more than human, upending society as we know it. This panoramic fictional oral history begins with one small mystery: the body of a young woman...

Alec Reid’s ghosts of the 21st century seldom lurk in old houses or waft across chilly moors. His dark tales may breathe alongside the supernatural, but they take place in broad daylight, in our daily lives. Their themes include dead warriors resurrected via Bluetooth, Rumpelstiltskin in the suburbs, an algorithmic fear of ghosts, and the shattered dreams of immortality. The world they describe is the one you inhabit, but you would live in terror were you to recognize it for what it is.

Suburban soccer moms and soy latte-sipping men have no clue what these blue-collar men and women have to put up with on a daily basis. From chupacabras chewing the cable lines during the big game to zombie infestations boiling out from beneath that derelict double-wide on the other side of the trailer park, the heroes of It Came From the Trailer Park: Volume Two have their work cut out for them! Hold their beer, Romero and Hitchcock. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!

When the dead rose to destroy the living, Ron Cutter learned to survive. While so many others died, he thrived. His life is a constant battle against the living dead. As he casts his own bullets and packs his shotgun shells, his humanity slowly melts away. Then, he encounters a lost boy and a woman searching for a place of refuge. Can they help him recover the emotions he set aside to live? And if he does recover them, will those feelings be an asset in his struggles or a danger to him?

Carefully, I removed the thick syringe from its satchel. The liquid inside was almost colorless. Without hesitation, I pressed the needle against my abdomen, letting it puncture the flesh, another point in a neat field of tiny dots. I couldn’t really feel the methanal coursing through my body, but I knew the dead muscles were soaking it up, revitalizing, shaking a stubborn, scornful fist at death.

We know that we pose a threat to humanity. But so does every person with a common cold stepping into a metro on their way to work in the morning. We don’t ask to be hailed as heroes, or the next evolutionary step in human life, because we sure aren’t that. We just ask for the same fair treatment any patient gets, no matter what their disease might be. The humans call us zombies. We call ourselves humanz.

Explore diverse new universes of possibility through a variety of creative and fresh new ideas - all in one anthology. From dragons to mythical death dealers, from murder on the moon to deep space mystery, these stories bring you the hot new talent in science fiction, fantasy, and horror.

Brad and Jeffery are having the night of their lives when tragedy strikes like a slaughtering hammer to a cow's skull. After a fatal meeting with the Butter Boys, they will never be the same. Investigative reporter Veronica Hensley works on facts and instinct. After being taken off of her story following the strange abductions in the San Diego town of Hillcrest, she goes rogue, and what she finds is a bloody mess no one could have unraveled.

Dr. Harrison loved his daughter more than anything in the world. His life fell apart when she was taken away from him by reckless and unforgivable actions by her boyfriend. Now Dr. Harrison wants revenge. How will he do this?

Before we begin, let me tell you it is illegal to be overweight. Still with me? Good, now not only is it illegal to be overweight, but now all fast and junk food has been outlawed. If you are between the ages of eight and 29, and not following the law, you will be sent to a government run weight-loss camp. Trust me, this is not a camp you want to go to. Twins Jenn and Will have been hiding very well, they grew up in a state run facility and ran away before anyone could send them to camp. Unfortunately, they could only run for so long. They have been caught and sent to camp.

Die Zinnen von Windcliff Castle heulten im Sturm wie die Pfeifen einer riesigen Orgel. Dumpfe, klagende Laute, dazwischen grelles Kreischen und das Grollen eines nahenden Gewitters weckten Noel Allister gegen zwei Uhr morgens. Verschlafen setzte sich der grobschlächtige Mann im Bett auf und griff sich verwirrt an den Kopf. Da hörte er über sich ein Geräusch. Aus ungläubig geweiteten Augen starrte er auf die Hände, die aus dem Nichts kamen. Sie umklammerten eine bluttriefende Spitzhacke. Noel Allister kam nicht mehr dazu, Angst zu verspüren. Weit holten die körperlosen Hände aus.

So what do we have? A husband who glimpses his sinister future; a man haunted by his vivid nightmares; homicidal maniacs; creatures from the deep depths of the ocean, and a bullied child who fights back. We also drop in on an auditor on the brink of insanity; a young girl haunted by her dead best friend; a surgeon on a bloody, vengeful mission; a tale of the undead, and a vengeful clown.

A well-known and often told tale of murder and grave robbing in Victorian Edinburgh, supposedly in the interests of science. With the desecration of the bodies, a worthy comeuppance follows. 'The Body Snatcher' is taken from the second volume of the Victorian Anthologies Horror series, featuring short stories by classic writers of the spooky, the scary and the supernatural. Guaranteed to give you the shivers, each collection includes familiar and loved creepy tales as well as those less well-known. With music by Benedict Edwards.

You can always rely on your father to protect you. Who do you turn to when you need protecting from him?