Terror Tales explores those things that make us most afraid, the things that keep us awake in the night and terrify and horrify us in the most unforgettable way.
In the vein of Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Bentley Little and drawing on the storytelling style of The Twilight Zone, Tales from the Crypt and the Outer Limits, Fan Fears asks you the questions you don't want to be asked:
What is your deepest, darkest fear? What makes you afraid to sleep with the lights off?
These questions are asked and answers given, from a chilling case of a shadow man called Preacher Black or a road rage incident turned into something life threatening on a global scale, to a chilling tale of isolation like no other and a story in which every heartbeat could be the last.
Will you be able to conquer your fears and discover a world where the darkness is real?
As with my other titles, this book has consistent sales numbers in multiple genres and ranked in the to 10 in horror as well as now consistently sitting in the top positions in multiple genres with strong monthly sales.
Whumph.
A beat, a whisper of spent breath which Colleen Cassidy thought might be her last. She was only forty-six, too young for this, too young to be staring down the grinning, twisted face of death as he waited for her.
Another beat, and with it another breath.
A reprieve, then, although who knows how long. She flicked her eyes towards Ashba, although he didn't much resemble a doctor anymore. He looked ghastly in the candlelight, a ghoul, a monster dressed in human flesh. His eyes were wild and flicking between her and the door. His hair was sticking up in the back and he had blood smeared on his face from where she’d punched him. The sounds at the door were becoming more and more urgent as the police tried to force their way in. Ashba grinned a yellow cheese wedge smile which scared her because there was no fear in it.
“There’s nothing they can do,” Ashba said, looking at the gun in his hand. “There’s nothing anyone can do. Your time is almost up.” He was psyching himself up, preparing to do what needed to be done.
Colleen would have answered, but she couldn’t move or breathe.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jéssica Oliveira Freitas
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Jorge Ledezma
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