From the New York Times bestselling author of NOS4A2 and Horns comes this award-winning collection of short fiction.
Imogene is young, beautiful . . . and dead, waiting in the Rosebud Theater one afternoon in 1945. . . .
Francis was human once, but now he's an eight-foot-tall locust, and everyone in Calliphora will tremble when they hear him sing. . . .
John is locked in a basement stained with the blood of half a dozen murdered children, and an antique telephone, long since disconnected, rings at night with calls from the dead. . . .
Nolan knows but can never tell what really happened in the summer of '77, when his idiot savant younger brother built a vast cardboard fort with secret doors leading into other worlds. . . .
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past. . . .
“Alternately sad, scary, strange and at times even sweet, these tales will haunt you long after you’ve read them.”
“[A] lovely, earnest collection of short fiction.”
“[O]ne of the best [horror] collections of the year. Hill is a relative newcomer who consistently creates creepy, very disturbing stories.”
“Each tale is unique, and the collection proves that Hill’s talent is not limited to horror, but extends well into the mainstream.”
“[An] inventive collection . . . brave and astute.”
“[A] new take on the fantasy-horror genre...Highly recommended.”
“The selections range from the mundane to the surreal, with a strong emphasis on the kind of horror tale perfected by Ray Bradbury, Peter Straub and Stephen King.”
“This solid, inventive, scary collection of stories reveals a writer who has thought hard about the problematics of horror.”
“Each of these chilling tales arrests you from the opening sentence and leads you — trustingly, thanks to the simple mastery of the story-teller — into a place of gulping fear.”
“Subtle and disturbing in equal measure.”