Darkness: Two Decades of Modern Horror
Here are classics, such as horror master Stephen King’s “Chattery Teeth,” the tautly drawn account of a traveling salesman who unwisely picks up yet another hitchhiker; Peter Straub’s eerie “The Juniper Tree,” describing a man whose nostalgia for the movies of his childhood leads to his stolen innocence; and George R. R. Martin’s sinister “The Pear-Shaped Man,” in which a young woman encounters a neighbor who likes her a bit too much.
Whether you grew up on Clive Barker’s Books of Blood; Joyce Carol Oates’s “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?”; Neil Gaiman’s Sandman; or are newly discovering Stephen King’s son, breakout author Joe Hill; there is something here for everyone who enjoys being more than just a little bit scared.
twilight. She felt sick, from the heat and from what she had heard. It was crazy, of course, Aurora was always crazy; but Linette hadn’t come back, and it had been such a creepy place, all those pictures, and the old lady, and Lie Vagal himself skittering through the halls and laughing.… Haley took a deep breath, balled up her T-shirt to wipe the sweat from between her breasts. It was crazy, that’s all; but still she’d find Linette and bring her home. On one side of the narrow bed Linette lay
Halfway up she nearly fell when she stepped on a glass. It shattered beneath her foot; she felt a soft prick where a shard cut her ankle. Kicking it aside, she went more carefully, holding her breath as she tried to hear anything above that music. Surely the grandmother at least would be about? She paused where the staircase turned, reaching to wipe the blood from her ankle, then with one hand on the paneled wall crept up the next few steps. That was where she found Gram. At the curve in the
like the ones Donnelly had seen while touring an aircraft carrier. Thick 220-volt cables snaked from the box to Cambreaux’s console. “You got gypped,” said Donnelly. “No ice-maker.” Cambreaux made the face he always made at Donnelly’s jokes. Donnelly noticed — not for the first time — that Cambreaux’s head seemed perfectly round, a moon head distinguished by a perfect crescent of hair at eyebrow level, punctuated by round mad-scientist specs with flecks of blue and gold in the rims. “New
Short Sun, and many stand alone novels including Pirate Freedom and An Evil Guest. He has won the World Fantasy Award, the Nebula Award, and the Locus award multiple times for his work, and also won the World Fantasy Life Achievement Award. He has also written some amazing shorter fiction, including the interconnected trio of novellas called The Fifth Head of Cerberus and the stories in his several collections, the most recent being The Best of Gene Wolfe: A Definitive Retrospective of His
her breast pressed into his arm. He could hear the music coming from her, along with the electric wrack and tumble of her thoughts. They had never been closer than they were right now, he thought. Like a couple of high school kids on a couch date. Leaning together, hearing the same music, hearts still, minds tuned to the same wavelength. He wanted to say something, to tell her how much he loved her, but found that he could no longer speak, his throat muscles slack and useless. Well, that was