9781539656135 - the 3rd spectral book of horror stories de burgh, dave de (2 resultados)
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. The 3rd Spectral Book of Horror Stories Twenty two tales that will keep you up long past the midnight hour and will etch fear into your very being. The storm went on for hours. I sped up, trying to outpace it. The thing that followed us, everywhere we went. I wasn't sure if it was a judgment…, if God or somebody was trying to punish us for what we did. Or-and maybe this was worse-it was just like what my sister said, in her messages. About the world coming apart. - Lacey by David Wellington The Gnasher vaulted over the chain-link fence and the Brute followed after, clearing the top rail in a single stride. Once in Penelope's backyard, the Gnasher pointed a too-long finger in her direction. -Penelope's Song by Samuel Marzioli Chase had a dangling skull earring in his ear and a sterling ball in his lower lip. Maggie sported eyebrow arrows through her flesh, three earrings per ear, and out of sight, a ring in each nipple. Carpenter wasn't a fan of body piercings, but he had enough tattoos to cover a tabletop. A dragon raged up one arm, a floundering ship slipped under water on the other. Around his neck was tattooed barbed wire. On his chest flew an eagle, talons clawing at air. On his back was a woman on a tropical beach; she was nude and beautiful, seeming to undulate as he flexed his big muscles. -Disappearing in the Desert by Billie Sue Mosiman This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
