PRAISE FOR JOHN EVERSON!
“With
—Jonathan Maberry, multiple Bram Stoker Award–winning author of
“John Everson’s
—James A. Moore, author of
“Robert Bloch lives! John Everson’s
—Jay Bonansinga, National Bestselling Author of
“John Everson brings something new and edgy to the genre. It’s like reading a killer rock record.”
—Paperback Horror
“A creepy, sharply written grisly tale that will make you think twice about the jack-o-lanterns you see in your neighborhood this coming Halloween.”
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“. . . One of the best horror writers that is out there.”
—The Horror Review
“Everson consistently offers creepy, gothic settings, disturbing kill scenes, plenty of thrills, and writing that’s more addictive than crack.”
—Horror Fiction Review
“John Everson has guts, and clearly likes to explore and tamper with boundaries. He is a good enough writer that he can get away with murder, as well as multitudes of morbid mayhem.”
—Hellnotes
“. . . A richly lyrical and melancholic meditation on loss and desperate yearning. Also a superbly effective exercise in soul-ripping terror. Modern horror doesn’t get much better than this.”
—Bryan Smith, author of
“John Everson hits one out of the park and into deep water!
—W. D. Gagliani, Author of
“. . . A twisted fable of lust and obsession—with a very salty finish.”
—Amber Benson, author of
“John Everson went to the darkest part of the subconscious to create a tale of terror that will leave you haunted, days after the last page is read.”
—Brian Yount,
“A thoroughly engaging tale . . . Everson’s excellent prose and vivid storytelling riff on the depths of obsession and sexual addiction.”
—Brinke Stevens, horror movie actress
“Tautly sensual, obsessively dangerous, this siren will get under your skin . . . with her teeth!”
—Christa Campbell, actress
“It was as if I was under a siren’s call myself. I had to read John Everson’s
—Amy Lynn Best, director and star of
THE FACE WITHIN
The knives were relentless. Always the carver dipped his knife into the model, sampling the essence of the man with his blade, drawing something of him into his tool. Then he moved his fingers to the pumpkin and slid the wet blade into the hard shell, carving the image of the man into the gourd with the man’s blood as lubricant and his lost soul as the bridge between flesh and portrait. The carver cut first with a long, curved edge, outlining the form, marking the way. Then he set the opener to the side and refined the incision with a tiny wire-thin implement: a shaper. His hands moved back and forth from pumpkin to knife kit in a blur. Time was short.
Some blades were hooked, with edges on both sides. Others stabbed. Still others shaved. But they all worked together to reveal the face beneath the surface. Piece by piece, the face of the victim took shape.
Other books by John Everson:
THE PUMPKIN MAN
John Everson
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