Authors: Bentley Little
Tags: #Fiction, #Horror
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BENTLEY LITTLE KEEPS THE HIGH-TENSION JOLTS COMING.
Praise for the Novels of Bentley Little
A plethora of gore and perversion.
Stephen King-size epic horror.
Little has the unparalleled ability to evoke surreal, satiric terror . . . should not be missed.
An explicitly repulsive yet surrealistically sad tale of everyday horror.
A chilling tale.
A master of horror on par with Koontz and King. . . . so powerful that readers will keep the lights on day and night.
Midwest Book Review
A must-have for the authors fans.
Littles often macabre, always sharp tales are snippets of everyday life given a creepy twist.
IF THERES A BETTER HORROR NOVELIST WORKING TODAY, I DONT KNOW WHO IT IS.
Los Angeles Times
Haunting . . . terrifying . . . graphic and fantastic . . . will stick with readers for a long time. Just enough sex, violence, and Big Brother rhetoric to make this an incredibly credible tale.
A wonderful, fast-paced, rock-em, jolt-em, shock-em contemporary terror fiction with believable characters and an unusually clever plot. Highly entertaining.
is the horror event of the year. If you like spooky stories you must read this book.
is a waking nightmare. A spellbinding tale of witchcraft and vengeance. Scary and intense.
Michael Prescott, author of
In Dark Places
Flowing seamlessly between time and place, the Bram Stoker Award-winning authors ability to transfix his audience . . . is superb . . . terrifying. [
] has the potential to be a major sleeper.
This is Bentley Littles best book yet. Frightening, thought-provoking, and impossible to put down.
LITTLE POSSESSES THE UNCANNY ABILITY TO TAKE EVERYDAY SITUATIONS AND TURN THEM INTO NIGHTMARES.
A singular achievement by a writer who makes the leap from the ranks of the merely talented to true distinction with this book. This one may become a classic.
Little is so wonderful that he can make the act of ordering a Coke at McDonalds take on a sinister dimension. This philosophical soul-searcher is provocative.
Winner of the Bram Stoker Award
I guarantee, once you start reading this book, youll be up until dawn with your eyes glued to the pages. A nail-biting, throat-squeezing, nonstop plunge into darkness and evil.
Los Angeles Times
A thinking persons horror novel.
Los Angeles Times
By the time I finished, my nerves were pretty well fried, and I have a pretty high shock level.
is unlike anything else in popular fiction.
ALSO BY BENTLEY LITTLE
This book is dedicated to Paul Smith, whose tales from the trenches gave me nightmares.
Special thanks to Rachel Jackson-Smith, who allowed me to use her name in this novel in order to raise money for Golden Hill Elementary School.
What do you wanna do? Van asked.
Kurt shrugged. I dunno. What do
The two teenagers leaned against the closed garage door, staring out at the street and looking before them at a long boring afternoon.
Lets play some hoops, Van suggested.
All right, Kurt agreed. Neither of them had been back to the campus since school let out, although the summer before, theyd practically
there. This year, however, he had his drivers license, so theyd gone to the beach a lot, cruised for chicks (not that theyd found any) and generally taken advantage of his newly mobile status. Unfortunately, last week his dad had grounded him after getting the gas bills from Kurts two credit cards, and for the rest of the summer they were once again relegated to doing things that were within walking distance.
The two of them grabbed a couple of cans of Coke from the fridge, then headed down the hill to the high school, bouncing the basketball between them on the sidewalk.
Van was hoping for a pickup game, but when they arrived, they were the only ones there. Kurt was glad. He hadnt played in a while and wanted to be able to get in a little practice before going against someone. Lets play Horse, he said.
Van snorted. What are you, three? Lets play Shit. Or Fuck.
Fuck it is, then. Kurt took the ball, dribbled down the court, ran under the basket, threw the ball underhanded over his head and, miraculously, made it. He tossed the ball to his friend, who tried to copy his moves, but the ball hit the rim and bounced away. F! Kurt announced.
! Van called, going into Globetrotter mode and executing his fanciest dribbles.
But Kurt didnt watch. Instead, he looked toward the classrooms.
Something was wrong.
There was a chain-link fence blocking off the buildings in an effort to prevent vandalism. Behind the fence, he could see closed classroom doors and windows shaded by off-white institutional blinds. The sight of the shut-down school had made him feel happy last year, but now it made him uneasy. Even the field and the blacktop basketball courts put him on edge, their emptiness somehow emphasizing the fact that the two of them were all alone here.