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Agreed here, baddad. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by baddad
I can easily respect anyone's opinion, especially while, myself, having a taste in literature that rarely appeals to others. I could never grow tired of Ernest Hemingway, the little I have read of his (only one novel and most short stories), but I realize how readers could not fully enjoy his work, his style seeming so unique.
If we are trying to see which one of the most famos authors sucks the most (Prestige Vs. Quality).... i would have to say George Orwell...
1984 is not sciense fiction, as is generally classified. If you want to classify it as Sci Fi, then you need to know that it has thousands of "genre errors" that were pointed out at their time by Asimov, Clarke, Card, among others. There is no scientiffical base whatsoever in NOTHING that he says in this book, and his foresight was really bad.
Regarding his other big work, Animal Farm, i regard it as a very very cheap metaphore, and i see absolutely no value in it.
Talking about both his works at the same time, Orwell just strived to find new ways to attack communism, he tried in sci fi... he sucked. He tried in "metaphore" he sucked. And i really dont see any point in basing a life's work in attacking communism.
Of course, Senator MacCarthy thought this was VERY functional, along with all the other Commie Haters in the US and the world at that time, and thought "Hey, this is a nice book for our kids to read so they can learn to hate Stalin"... so they bloated up this books, as Anti-Commie propaganda, and it became famous just because the guy could write two sentences in a row and hate communism at the same time... which is a long way from being a good writer.
Of course, when we read 1984 today... and we see things that are slowly appearing on reality, its Capitalism the one that's doing them... ironic, huh?
I want to clarify that im not against neither capitalism or communism (In this thread, im just against George Orwell)... not trying to make politics here...
No, me boy, it isn't correct at all.
1. Orwell is one of the authors who managed to raise the very low level of post-war fiction, ok, he is not Joyce, but there are so many writers worse than him, today every one becomes a writer, even the Pope!!!
2. He attacked stalinism, not communism (a difference that your very politicians DO KNOW SO WELL!!!)
Communism is not a political nor economic theory but a particular social sistem Karl Marx regarded as the final consequence of capitalism.
Most of Marx's economic theories is nowadays shared by the whole world; there is no capitalism against socialism, there have been two different ways to look at society and economy, and one has failed, it wasn't better or worse, it just ended; anyway the second is living its decadence, you know: Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis.
James Joyce
Hands down.
On George Orwell.......[QUOTE=AlucardArg].....and it became famous just because the guy could write two sentences in a row and hate communism at the same time...
Ouch!!.......thats gotta hurt......even if your dead.......
I'm with Razeus here. I must confess to finding Joyce impenetrably slow and dull. Some of his short stories were less terrible, but I fine it hard to understand how Ulysses manages to top so many lists of "best books ever."
Simple! Form, style and structure reflect the torn personality of twentieth century modern man, sufficitne?
Try and read "Finnegans wake", and you'll see.
P.S. Joyce's humour is quite amusing, if you read V. Woolf you will be able to see the difference, she is boring.
Hehe. We've successfully turned a thread about bad writing into a thread about authors we don't like. Hmmmm...
Hehe. We've successfully turned a thread about bad writing into a thread about authors we don't like. Hmmmm...
To be fair, the more I learn about any author and their works, the more I tend to appreciate and respect them. I'm willing to concede that I just don't know enough about Joyce to be able to fully appreciate his merrits.
I have to say Evelyn Waugh. Mostly because i despise Brideshead Revisited. There is no doubt that Waugh was a very capable writer, I've heard good things about Snap! and A Handful of Dust, but i can't bring myself to read them. My main problem with the book is it's bull**** nostalgia. It's set in the early decades of the Twentieth Century and describes the lives of very privileged and wealthy Oxford educated toffs through rose-tinted spectacled eyes. It's as if all the social problems of those years, The Great Depression etc, have been neatly folded away as the action unfolds. It's such a promoter of a class system that should be flushed down the toilet forever. Not only is this conservatism shown in content, but it is mirrored in style also. The book is written almost like a Victorian novel, ridiculously archaic. Considering it was published within ten years of Finnegan's Wake and The Road to Wigan Pier, this is unforgivable.
But he has got a girl's name, so it's easy to laugh at him!
Ha Ha, such a good comment on the evil old Evelyn Waugh!
I don't see the difference....Quote:
Originally Posted by Snukes
Stephen King and Dickens. I ended up throwing my copy of Great Expectations during a fit of rage!
Terry Goodkind
I once picked up a novel called Beijing Doll by Chun Sue simply because it sounded interesting. I was quite young and the shock value of it being banned in China probably apealed to me as well. In the forward she prattles on about how no one would publish the novel so she eventually had a friend do it for her. On completion i realized why she had to have a friend publish it for her. She wrote like the uneducate angsty 16 year old that i found out she was. Honestly the worse book i ever read, and probably the only book i couldn't find something, anything worthwhile to take away from. And this isn't to say that the young and uneducated can't or shouldn't write.
I agree....horrible stuff.:sick:Quote:
Originally Posted by JBI
Danielle Steel. ugh.
Umm.... Me?
Stephen King i can understand (although i personally like his books) but Dickens?? Why? I guess tastes differ :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Bakiryu
For me the worst author is probably Coehlo.
You're reading my mind..I was about to say these two lolQuote:
Originally Posted by Bakiryu
I hate Dickens gloomy world, he just makes me..wanna kill myself :sick:
And King..well, lets put it this way, I'm better off watching the movies than reading the actual book.
I can understand people not liking dickens (dont agree however) he does have a tendency to be verbose and use 20 words where maybe 2 will suffice (only part of this can be blamed on the magazine style publication). He is however a master of character development and is hilariously funny. One thing I have never understood is people disliking dickens and liking tolkien who rambles just as much if not more than dickens does.
Even if you do dislike him though, worst writer in the world is taking things to the extreme. As an example I detest reading Austen but I wouldnt call her the worst writer ever, I am sure it is relevant to some people (and therefore has merit making it impossible to be worst) just not to me.
I dont know about the worlds worst writer in general, but a scotsman named William McGonagall is generally considered to be the worlds worst poet.
hahaa! thanks for that! he's now on the list of authors to be added to the site :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
Well he was second to only shakespeare in the quality of his verse.......Quote:
Originally Posted by Logos
For me, the fact that the author "rambles" does not matter as much as the reason why he does so. In Tolkien's work, it's a part of style - he tried to create myth, not a novel. In Dickens - it's just innability to express himself better. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
I just had to explain this. :D
But I don't dare to say who is the worst author ever. The number of the book I've read is relatively small, only few thousands, and the number of authors is even smaller...
Gonna have to disagree here, Dickens was perfectly able to express himself succinctly (see hard times which is by no means a long novel). Dickens verbosity was a definite part of style, just as much as tolkiens rambling was a part of his. It was Dickens verbosity which allowed him to create his wonderfully real characters.Quote:
Originally Posted by Aiculík
Dickens is okay, Tolkien is better, Hemingway is the worst.
The worst writer ever already forgotten.
And one of their incarnations is John Saul, if some people feel critical about Stephen King, Saul is liable to give one a sheer fit of madness by which mobs will storm their local bookstores with a can of charcoal lighter fluid and have a bonfire C/O the shameful space his books have emptied. No kidding.Quote:
Originally Posted by Turk
No offense intended to anyone whom has recommended the author just once you're more familiar with more works it becomes extremely evident Saul has written himself into a hole in the wall.
If Paris Hilton ever writes a book about her life, I'll have an answer for you then :P
:lol: I've never read John Saul. But i played a game named Blackstone Chronicles when i was young. It was one of the most scary games i've ever played.:thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by Stieg
Wonderfully real? Seems our view on Dickens couldn't be more opposite. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
:brow: the sad thing is it would be a best seller! Personally i hope she doesnt write a book because then i'd have to refuse to sell it to customers, with is a bad thing because i'm all about customer service in work.Quote:
Originally Posted by kandaurov
Cecilia Ahern:sick: only got published cause shes the Taoiseachs daughter.
But you know, I can find an element of pity in my heart for the Paris Hiltons & the Anna Nicole Smiths of this world, who either offer themselves up to or get picked up by the media, after which whatever hope they may have had for a spontaneous, autochthonous life is forever lost.Quote:
Originally Posted by Niamh
Effing media! They're almost more of a threat to our liveliness than the Christian right!
I think the way the media is these days is a disgrace. But what annoys me more is the fact that people LOVE to read the crap that gets written in the media as if it was gospel! rediculous! you have one minute celebs, practically nobodies, lavishing in the limelight the media ctreates for them and write biographies about themselves like people care!
Hundreds of currently employed journalists.
Oliver Goldsmith and all the other restoration literature dillitantes
Hear Hear!! I'm all for describing a door, but must you describe it for four pages? Does a four page description of a door develop character, further plot, or enhance theme? I think not. GET TO THE POINT, MAN!Quote:
Originally Posted by Bakiryu
Wait wait! Paris Hilton knows how to hold a pen? I'm astounded.:eek2:Quote:
Originally Posted by kandaurov
The synopsis of John Saul books are as classic as his writing. Enjoy!
Suffer the Children
Dell, 1977
A novel of unnatural passion and supernatural terror.
One hundred years ago in Port Arbello a pretty little girl began to scream. And struggle. And die. No one heard. No one saw. Just one man whose guilty heart burst in pain as he dashed himself to death in the sea.
Now something peculiar is happening in Port Arbello. The Children are disappearing, one by one. An evil History is repeating itself. And one strange, terrified child has ended her silence with a scream that began a hundred years ago.
Punish the Sinners
Dell, 1978
The dark rapture of a medieval terror has come back to claim the young and innocent one by one . . . by one.
Italy, 1252: Inquisition. Accusation. Fear. Torture. The guilty and the innocent dying for sins real and imagined, in the flames of the burning stake...
Neilsville, 1978: Peter Balsam has come to this sleepy desert town to teach its youth, and finds a mystery of mounting horror. Something is happening to the young girls of St. Francis Xavier High School--something evil. In bloodlet and terror a suicide contagion has swept the town...while a dark order of its holy men enacts a secret medieval ritual.
Is hysteria manipulating these innocent children into violent self-destruction? or has a supernatural force, a thirteenth-century madness, returned to...Punish the Sinners.
Cry for the Strangers
Dell, 1979
And the Little Children Shall Lead Them, from Terror...to Terror...to Terror.
Could such a lovely little town hold something so evil?
Clark's Harbor was the perfect coastal haven, jealously guarded against outsiders. But now strangers have come to settle there. And a small boy is suddenly free of a frenzy that had gripped him since birth...
His sister is haunted by fearful visions... And one by one, in violent, mysterious ways the strangers are dying. Never the townspeople. Only the strangers. Has a dark bargain been struck between the people of Clark's Harbor and some supernatural force?
Or is it the sea itself calling out for human sacrifice? A howling, deadly...Cry for the Strangers.
Comes the Blind Fury
Dell, 1980
A child cried out...in torment. In terror. From out of the past, from out of the mists, a terrible vengeance is born.
Amanda: A century ago, a gentle blind girl walked the cliffs of Paradise Point. Then the children came—taunting, teasing—until she lost her footing and fell, shrieking her rage to the drowning sea...
Michelle: Now Michelle has come from Boston to live in the big house on Paradise Point. She is excited about her new life, ready to make new friends...until a had reaches out of the swirling mists—the hand of a blind child. She is asking for friendship...seeking revenge...whispering her name...
When the Wind Blows
Dell, 1981
Out of the night, out of the past, the terror comes...When the Wind Blows
The children were waiting. Waiting for centuries. Waiting for someone to hear their cries.
Now nine-year-old Christie Lyons has come to live in the house on the hill—the house where no children have lived for fifty years.
Now little Christie will sleep in the old-fashioned nursery on the third floor.
Now Christie's terror will begin...When the Wind Blows the children must die!
The God Project
Bantam, 1982
Something is happening to the children of Eastbury, Massachusetts...Something that causes healthy babies to turn cold in their cribs. Something that strikes at the heart of every parent's darkest fears. Something unexplained that is taking the children, one by one.
Sally Montgomery has just lost her beautiful little baby girl. Lucy and Jim Corliss, bitterly divorced, have been reunited by the sudden disappearance of their son. An entire town waits on the edge of panic for the next child to be taken. They all know there must be a reason for the terror.
But no one ever expected...The God Project.
Nathaniel
Bantam, 1984
From the blood of the past, evil rises to seek undying vengeance...
Prairie Bend. Brilliant summers amid golden fields. Killing winters of razorlike cold. A peaceful, neighborly village, darkened by legends of death?
Who is Nathaniel?
For a hundred years, the people of Prairie Bend have whispered the name in wonder and fear. Some say he is simply a folk tale—a legend created to frighten children on cold winter nights. Some swear he is a terrifying spirit returned to avenge the past. And soon...very soon...some will come to believe that Nathaniel lives still—darkly, horrifyingly real.
Nathaniel.
For young Michael Hall, newly arrived in isolated Prairie Bend after having lost his father to a sudden tragic accident, Nathaniel is the voice that calls him across the prairie night...the voice that draws him into the shadowy depths of the old, crumbling barn where he has been forbidden to go...the voice—chanting, compelling—he will follow faithfully beyond the edge of terror...Nathaniel.
Brainchild
Bantam, 1985
La Paloma...once home to a proud Spanish heritage...now a thriving modern community high in the California hills...where a boy named Alex is about to become the instrument of a terrible, undying vengeance...
Alex needs a miracle.
Alex Lonsdale was one of the most popular kids in La Paloma. Until the horrifying car accident. Until a brilliant doctor's medical miracle brought him back from the brink of death.
Now Alex has come back.
He seems the same. But in his eyes there is a terrible blankness. In his heart there is a coldness. And if his parents, his friend, his girlfriend could see inside his brain, if they could see his dreams, they would be terrified.
Now the people must die.
One hundred years a go in La paloma a terrible deed was done; a cry for vengeance pierced the night. In dark and secret places in La Paloma that evil lives still, that vengeance waits. Waits for Alex Lonsdale.
Waits for the ...Brainchild
Hellfire
Bantam, 1986
Pity the dead.
For one hundred years the old mill has stood silent, its dread secrets locked away and barred from view. Still, the people of Westover, Massachusetts, remember—remember and whisper of that fateful day when horrifying flames claimed eleven innocent lives. The day the mill's iron doors slammed shut—forever.
Pray for the living.
Now, Westover is a sleepy town tucked away beyond the Interstate, all but forgotten. Now, the last of the once-powerful Sturgess family dreams of reopening the mill. Now Philip Sturgess is about to unlock the doors to the past...and unleash an elemental fury. For beyond those doors, padlocked for so many years, deep within the dark, abandoned building, a terrible vengeance waits.
A vengeance conceived in...Hellfire.
The Unwanted
Bantam, 1987
Cassie Winslow is sixteen.
Cassie has just lost her mother in a terrible accident. Now Cassie, lonely and frightened, has come across the country to live with the father she barely knows and his new family in tiny False Harbor on Cape Cod.
For Cassie, the strange, unsettling dreams that come to her suddenly in the dead of night are merely the beginning. For very soon, Cassie Winslow will come to know the terrifying powers that are her gift.
And in the village of False Harbor, nothing will ever be the same...
The Unloved
Bantam, 1988
The House:
Lush and deceptively tranquil, with its pristine beaches and blossoming vegetation, the island basks in splendid isolation off the South Carolina coast. Here, where sudden storms unleash the murderous rage of wind and sea, stands the Devereaux mansion, a once-great plantation house now crumbling amid ancient oaks dripping with Spanish moss. Here, Marguerite Devereaux, fifty and childless, has cast off her dreams to care for her aged, demanding mother.
The Family:
Now, for the first time in twenty years, Kevin Devereaux has returned home to this secluded place with his wife and two children. They have come to visit Kevin's mother—hated, frightening Mother, with her slash of red lipstick, mask of bone-white powder, and a tongue that has always cut to Kevin's heart...and into his darkest nightmares. She said she was ill—but is that the real reason the old woman summoned the son she has not seen in so many years?
The Horror:
Suddenly, horribly, Mother dies inside the locked nursery. And now there will be no escape. For now, all the secrets of this once-proud southern family emerge like tortured spirits from the sinister past to wrap their evil around the unsuspecting children. Until, in the shadowed corridors and dust-covered rooms of this decaying old house, they learn the true terror of The Unloved.
Creature
Bantam, 1989
To the Tanner family, Silverdale beckons as a marvelous opportunity. For here, in this serene picture-postcard-pretty town nestled high in the majestic Rockies, a job promotion awaits Blake; new friends and activities beckon Sharon. And in the windswept mountain air, their shy, nature-loving son, Mark, will have the ideal opportunity to overcome the physical frailty an illness has caused.
Silverdale. It is the perfect town. Even Silverdale High School seems perfect--a model school where well-behaved students make their parents and teachers proud. And the football team never—ever—loses.
But soon, too soon, Sharon Tanner will come to doubt the sanctuary of her family's perfect new surroundings. Too soon she will begin to suspect the things she cannot yet know:
The secret rituals masked as science to which Silverdale's innocent children are unwittingly subjected...
The hidden places in deep cellars where steel gleams coldly against the dark—the steel of cages built to contain an unimaginable evil...
The sudden violence that turns a loving child murderous...
Soon—perhaps too late—Sharon Tanner will realize that beneath Silverdale's perfect facade a terrible presence watches...and waits. Through sleepless, fear-racked nights she will listen to an eerie cry of unfathomable rage and pain. A wail so horrifyingly unearthly it could belong to no living thing, animal or human, she has ever known.
And then, with crushing suddenness, Sharon will know—know that within Silverdale, perhaps within her own home, a monstrous evil is harbored, and evil so unspeakable it has no name except...Creature.
Second Child
Bantam, 1990
Secret Cove. Ruggedly beautiful and remote, bordered by dark woods and deserted beaches, this postcard-perfect village harbors the mansions of the wealthy—families who have summered in splendid seclusion at Secret Cove for generations. Here, one hundred years ago, on the night of the annual August Moon Ball, a shy and lovely servant girl committed a single, unspeakable act of violence—an act so shocking its legacy lives still.
And now, long after the horror of that night has faded to a tale whispered by children around summer camp fires, an unholy terror is about to be reborn.
Now, one family is about to feel the icy hand of supernatural fear—as Melissa Holloway, shy and troubled and just thirteen years old, comes to know the blood-drenched secret that waits behind a locked attic door... For in the dead of night a Secret Cove sleeps unaware, a soul-chilling presence slowly begins to enact a terrifying vengeance.
Second Child: It is unspeakable evil merely Melissa's nightmares made horrifyingly real? Is it the manifestation of deadly fury risen from the grave? Or is the heart-stopping horror soon to be unleased in Secret Cove something even more insidious--something unimaginably evil...and alive?
Sleepwalk
Bantam, 1991
Borrego, New Mexico. A peaceful little desert town. Except for one thing. Somebody here hates teenagers.
Hates them. These troublemakers, these rebels, have to be controlled.
Silenced. Forever.
Now he has discovered an insidious way to strike back at them. In their sleep. In their waking hours. Anytime. He is a madman with terrifying powers. And soon, he will draw Borrego's children beyond the brink of night...
Darkness
Bantam, 1991
The Andersons left the town at the edge of the swamp long ago, never meaning to return. There was something not quite right about the vast cruel lowlands of Villejeune...something murky, menacing, hostile...an influence too malevolent to be natural. But the Andersons' dream of a new life in Atlanta faded away with Ted's lost job and sixteen-year-old Kelly's emotional problems. Now, hoping a change of scenery might help their troubled daughter put her life back together, Ted and Mary Anderson have decided to come home. Home to Villejeune.
But something waits for them.
Something evil.
Far from the prying eyes of civilization, beyond the reach of human law, a mysterious unknowable society lives by its own rules. They have their own customs, their own ceremonies and blood rites—dark rituals of altars and infants, of candle, spirit and knife. Now the Andersons' return has completed a circle of destiny begun long ago. Now they must face a deadly drama of unholy ceremony and secret horror, of ancient greed preying upon young life, of unutterable depravity. For, like the other children of Villejeune—children without mercy, without tears—Kelly Anderson is about to be drawn into a darkness so terrible it spares no life, no soul...
Shadows
Bantam, 1992
They call it The Academy.
Housed in a secluded, cliff-top mansion overlooking the rugged and picturesque Pacific coast, it is a school for special children. Children gifted—or cursed—with extraordinary minds. Children soon to come under the influence of an intelligence even more brilliant than their own—and unspeakably evil. For within this mind a dark, ingenious plan is taking form. A hellish experiment meant to probe the ultimate limits of the human brain.
Computer whiz kid Adam Aldrich lives for his exploration of virtual reality. Lured ever deeper into his video fantasy world, he does not imagine that his reality will soon become a living nightmare. Until the moment he sees the blinding light. Adam's fate will be called a tragic midnight accident. But is it something far worse?
Amy Carlson, serious and shy, is fascinated by human behavior. But when she volunteers for an experiment in choice making, she unknowingly narrows her own options. When Amy's fate is sealed, will it be suicide—or murder?
For Josh MacCallum, brilliant but lonely, Amy's cry for help leads to a frightening knowledge. Soon Josh will suspect that Amy's desperate plea comes from the depths of darkness, from a blackness so horrifying that not even he with his genius-lever IQ could envision it. Soon Josh will uncover the terrifying truth about The Academy.
And he will come to understand that no one will believe him. Not unless he can pit his young mind against an intellect so powerful, so evil, so cunning, that nothing can resists its seductive invitation—into the shadows...
Guardian
Fawcett, 1993
A telephone ringing in the dead of night signals the beginning of a journey into fear as Mary Anne Carpenter, newly separated and struggling to raise her two children alone, hears the shocking news: two thousand miles away, her friends, the Wilkensons, are suddenly, inexplicably dead, their only child, Mary Anne's godchild, abruptly orphaned. Even as Mary Anne rushes to embrace her young charge the disturbing questions mount. Was it merely a chance—though tragic—mishap that took these lives? Or was it murder?
Soon Mary Anne will begin to suspect an even more sinister force at work. For Joey Wilkenson, a sad and silent adolescent, seems to harbor secrets beyond her most nightmarish imaginings.
Soon, as early winter closes in on the majestic, lonely spot where the Wilkensons have built their beautiful ranch, transforming the mountain landscape into a forbidding place of blinding storms and dangerous darkness, Joey's sly secretiveness, his volatile temper, begin to turn Mary Anne's tender feelings to icy fear.
And soon, as a series of horrific murders draws ever closer to her young family—killings that suggest some raging animal, or worse, and defy solution by a desperate police force—Mary Anne begins to know the true meaning of terror.
In Guardian, the forces of nature and the forces of evil combine chillingly in a complexly-woven novel of psychological suspense, as a peaceful haven becomes a prison where, alone in the howling winter whiteness, Mary Anne Carpenter must guard her children against an unseen, ever more insatiable killer—a killer who is closer than she thinks...
The Homing
Fawcett, 1994
It will be the sweetest kind of homecoming for Karen Spellman. After years of living in Los Angeles, the pretty, young widow and her two daughters are leaving urban chaos behind to return to the lush countryside of Karen's childhood: Pleasant Valley, a verdant, fertile place where Karen will rediscover not only the bounty of the land, but love. For Karen is going home to marry her high school sweetheart.
But something sinister awaits the Spellmans. Something as primal as nature itself. Something so hideous it seems not earthly, but spawned in hell. For here, long ago, amid placid rolling fields, a shadowy menace once stalked the innocent. Dormant, it waits or summer's heat to shimmer over the valley in a suffocating wave, waits for the arrival of its perfect victim.
And now, with the dizzying descent of a nightmare, Karen's homecoming will become a confrontation with terror, as she struggles to protect her vulnerable daughters from a menace that seems to rise from the very earth itself, like a swarm of insects stirred in the frenzy of a monstrous homing a malign, preternatural force that must satisfy its gruesome thirst for its unsuspecting prey...
John Saul weaves a dark web of psychological suspense and all-consuming evil in a novel as richly atmospheric, as riveting and chilling, as any he has ever produced.
Black Lightning
Fawcett, 1995
For five years Seattle was seized in the terrifying grip of a monster as black as evil itself. A sadistic serial killer methodically lured his victims to grisly deaths in order to satisfy a twisted passion for life, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies across the nation.
For five years journalist Anne Jeffers stuck to this gruesome story like a shadow through the killer's capture, trial and appeal doggedly keeping the wheels of justice churning toward the electric chair, despite the prisoner's reasoned claims of innocence.
Then came the day of execution. The police and the public, especially Anne, thought the five-year nightmare was over.
But it was just beginning...
Someone or something is murdering again, mirroring a sociopath's lurid desire to hold life in the palms of his hands. Despite mounting doubts, Anne Jeffers is determined to prove that the guilty man was indeed executed. Yet what she finds is a sinister, powerful force that defies even death. Now pure evil has taken a new form, and it longs for Anne....
In Black Lightning, John Saul strikes with a novel as electrifying as a jagged bolt from a pitch-dark sky, proving once again that he is a genius at both nail-biting suspense and the spine-tingling macabre.
The Blackstone Chronicles, The Serial Novel
Ballantine, 1997
From the top of Blackstone's highest hill the old Blackstone Asylum casts its shadow over the village. Built in the 1890s, the Asylum has stood vacant for decades. But now, the wrecker's ball is about to strike, smashing into stone--and unleashing a terrible evil, an unholy fear long locked within these walls. Soon, strange gifts will begin to appear on the doorsteps of Blackstone's finest citizens. Each bears a mysterious history. Each brings a horrifying power to harm. Each reveals another thread in the suspensefully woven web of The Blackstone Chronicles.
The Presence
Ballantine, 1998
A strange archaeological discovery.* Secret medical experiments on an island paradise.* A scientific theory torn from today's headlines.
Beyond the sparkling Hawaiian beaches, masked by the deceptive beauty of the rainforest, evil awaits sixteen-year-old Michael Sundquist and his mother, Katharine, an anthropologist who has come to the Islands to study the unusal skeletal remains unearthed on the volcanic flanks of Haleakala, Maui.
Yet far below the black depths of the pacific a mysterious substance snakes through undiscovered fissures in the ocean floor, as nature itself seems to portend the terror to come.
Then, with the sudden, unexplained death of Michael's friend, a disturbing truth dawns: the corporation that is funding Katharine's dig has a far greater investment than she ever imagined--an investment in medical terror.* And her son may be part of their hideous grand plan...
The Right Hand of Evil
Ballantine, 1999
When the Conways move into their ancestral home in Louisiana after the death of an estranged aunt, it is with the promise of a new beginning.* But the house has a life of its own.* Abandoned for the last forty years, surrounded by thick trees and a stifling sense of melancholy, the sprawling Victorian house seems to swallow up the sunlight.* Deep within the cold cellar and etched into the very walls is a long, dark history of the Conway name--a grim bloodline poisoned by suicide, strange disappearances, voodoo rituals and rumors of murder.** But the family knows nothing of the soul-shattering secrets that snake through generations of their past.* They do not know that terror awaits them.* For with each generation of the Conways comes a hellish day of reckoning...
Nightshade
Ballantine, 2000
NIGHTSHADE is the terrifying story of an innocent teenager who must confront the sins of the past-and a corrupting evil that threatens to consume his entire world.... Fifteen-year-old Matthew Moore seems to have it all: a loving mother, Joan; a caring stepfather, Bill, who treats Matt like has own son; residence at a sprawling estate in New Hampshire; and a growing relationship with the most beautiful girl at school. All signs point to a bright future. Until fate intervenes. A sudden fire leaves Matt's ailing grandmother homeless. After moving in with the family, the caustic Emily insists on re-creating the bedroom of her deceased daughter, the favored child who died tragically more than a decade ago. Joan and her older sister had always shared an uneasy bond-and a shameful secret that would forever join them...even from beyond the grave. Then Matt's life insidiously begins to change. He starts to smell his aunt's pungent perfume, so strong and immediate that it is as if she has returned from the dead. At night, he finds himself haunted by nightmares of unimaginable terror. While his grandmother drives a wedge between his once devoted parents, Matt transforms from a gregarious teenager to a hostile one, tortured by chilling memories and prone to fits of range. Then a shocking tragedy shatters the family beyond repair, propelling Joan and Emily into a final, explosive confrontation...a showdown in which old wounds will be viciously torn open-and a horrific shadow from the past will spring an implacable life of its own, clawing toward Matt with the ferocious inevitability of death itself.
Manhattan Hunt Club
Ballantine, 2001
MANHATTAN HUNT CLUB You are invited you to descend to chilling new depths of darkness-and discover a secret, savage world that exists beneath our very feet. The promising future of New York City college student Jeff Converse has suddenly been shattered by a nightmarish turn of events. Falsely convicted of a brutal crime, Jeff sees his life vanishing before his eyes. But someone has other plans for Jeff, in a far deadlier place than any penitentiary. He finds himself beneath the teeming streets of Manhattan, in a hidden landscape of twisting tunnels and forgotten subterranean chambers. Here, an invisible population of the homeless, the desperate, and the mad has carved out its own shadow society. But they are not alone. The pitch-dark tunnels and abandoned subway stations are haunted by the unmistakable sounds of predators in search of game. Someone has made this forsaken civilization beneath the city a private killing ground…and the hunt is on. Trapped in a treacherous underground maze, cut off at every turn by ragged gangs of sinister "gamekeepers," and stalked relentlessly by unseen hunters, Jeff faces overwhelming odds in the race to reach salvation and elude capture. With no weapon but his wits, and an unimaginable threat lurking around every dark corner, Jeff must somehow move heaven and earth to escape from a living hell.
Midnight Voices
Ballantine, 2002
MIDNIGHT VOICES What if insidious evil flourished in the one place where you feel most safe? The chilling answers comes fro New York Times bestselling master of suspense John Saul-in a new novel that reminds you there is no place like home…for sheer terror. The sudden, tragic death of her husband leaves Caroline van alone in New York City to raise an eleven-year-old son and a twelve-year-old daughter on little money and even less hope. But then she meets and marries handsome, successful Anthony Fleming, who wins her heart and embraces her children. When Caroline settles her family into Anthony's spacious apartment on Manhattan's Central Park West, her fears of an uncertain future give way to a sense of abundant happiness. But soon, new terrors will come home to roost. In the luxurious, exclusive building named The Rockwell. Midnight voices whisper of a cruel and hungry presence that also calls the Rockwell home. First Caroline's daughter begins to suffer from recurring nightmares of strangers in her room at night. Then her son insists that a neighbor's recently deceased child isn't dead at all-but being held captive somewhere in The Rockwell. And when Caroline discovers a startling secret about Anthony's past, it seems she, too, is falling victim to the creeping paranoia infecting her family. Should she doubt her perfect husband, their kindly fellow tenants, or her own sanity? Does someone-or something-in her new home have sinister designs on the Caroline and her children? Is her new life charmed or cursed? Ste; across the threshold of The Rockwell-and into the dark realm of John Saul…in a spine tingling novel that will haunt you wherever you live.
Black Creek Crossing
Ballantine, 2003
Black Creek Crossing The dark history and dire secrets of a peaceful small town are summoned from the shadows of the past. Unholy forces are stirred from long slumber to monstrous new life. And two young misfits discover the chilling art of turning persecution into retribution. With these eerie ingredients, bestselling master John Saul once again works his unique brand of sinister magic to conjure an unforgettable tale of unspeakable terror. For most of her young life, fifteen-year-old Angel Sullivan has been on the outside looking in, enduring the taunts of cruel schoolmates and the angry abuse of a bitter father. Then Angel's family moves to the quaint town of Roundtree, Massachusetts—where a charming home is available, a promising job awaits Angel's unemployed father, and most of all, the chance to make a brand-new start beckons to the shy, hopeful teenager. But when she is shunned by her new classmates, Angel falls deeper into despair. Until she meets Seth Baker, a fellow outcast—and a fateful kinship is forged. It's Seth who tells Angel about the legacy of murder that hangs over her family's home—and the whispered rumors that something supernatural still dwells there. Uncertain whether the stories are true, and desperate to escape the torment of their daily lives, Angel and Seth devote themselves to contacting whatever restless soul haunts the dark recesses of Black Creek Crossing. But once they have begun, there is no turning back. Guided by an anguished and vengeful spirit, they uncover the shocking events and centuries-old horrors, that lay buried beneath the placid veneer of Roundtree. And along with the ghastly revelations comes a terrifying power—one that feeds upon the rage of the victimized, turning the basest impulses and most dangerous desires into devastating weapons,. Now, the closer Angel and Seth are pushed toward the edge by their tormentors, the deeper they descend into the maelstrom of dark forces they've unleashed…and the more unspeakable the hour of reckoning will be.
Perfect Nightmare
Ballantine, 2005
If you open your house to strangers, who knows who might come in? And what they might be after? Or who? Now, ponder the unthinkable, and surrender to your darkest dread, as sinister storyteller extraordinaire John Saul weaves a heart-stopping tale of lurking terror and twisted intent.
Every parent's nightmare becomes reality for Kara Marshall when her daughter, Lindsay, vanishes from her bedroom during the night. The police suspect the girl is just another moody teenage runaway, angry over leaving her school and friends behind because her family is moving. But Lindsay's recent eerie claim-that someone invaded her room when the house was opened to prospective buyers-drives Kara to fear the worst: a nameless, faceless stalker has walked the halls of her home in search of more than a place to live.
Patrick Shields recognizes Kara's pain-and carries plenty of his own since he lost his wife and two children in a devastating house-fire. But more than grief draws them together. Patrick, too, senses the hand of a malevolent stranger in his tragedy. And as more people go missing from houses up for sale, Patrick's suspicion, like Kara's, blooms into horrified certainty.
Someone is trolling this peaceful community-undetected and undeterred-harvesting victims for a purpose no sane mind can fathom. Someone Kara and Patrick, alone and desperate, are determined to unmask. Someone who is even now watching, plotting, keeping a demented diary of unspeakable deeds . . . and waiting until the time is ripe for another fateful visit.
IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT
Ballantine Books, 2006
IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT Summer vacation becomes a season in hell for an ordinary family who unwittingly stir something invisible, insidious, and insatiable from its secret slumber-unleashing a wave of horror only the darkest evil could create, that only a master of spine-tingling terror like John Saul could orchestrate. For deep in the shadows in the dark of the night lurks something as big as life . . . and as real as death.
It has waited seven years for someone to come back to the rambling lakeside house called Pinecrest, which has stood empty since its last owner went missing. For upscale Chicago couple Dan and Merrill Brewster, the old midwestern manse is an ideal retreat, and for their kids, Eric and Marci, it's the perfect place to spend a lazy summer exploring. Which is how Eric and his teenage friends discover the curious cache of discarded objects stowed in a hidden room of Pinecrest's carriage house. The bladeless hacksaws, shadeless lamps, tables with missing legs, headless axe handle, and other unremarkable items add up to a pile of junk. Yet someone took the trouble to inventory each worthless relic in a cryptic ledger. It has all the makings of a great mystery-whispering, coaxing, demanding to be solved.
But the more the boys devote themselves to restoring the forgotten possessions and piecing together the puzzle behind them, the more their fascination deepens into obsession. Soon their days are consumed with tending the strange, secret collection-while their nights become plagued by ever more ghastly dreams, nightmares that soon seep into reality. And when a horrifying discovery surfaces, so does the chilling truth-about the terrifying events that rocked the town seven years before, the mysterious disappearance of Pinecrest's last resident, and a twisted legacy with a malevolent life of its own . . . and a bottomless hunger for new victims.
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