Midnight's Lair
Richard Laymon
Language: English
Pages: 180
ISBN: 0312088450
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Mordocks's cave is one of the wonders of the world: a place where, every year, thousands of sightseers go deep beneath the earth's surface to marvel at Nature's handiwork. But it's also home to things Nature never intended - violent, evil things. And when a power failure traps a group of tourists underground, the creatures emerge from the darkness...
The Day the Dead Came to Show and Tell
The Gates of Byzantium (Purge of Babylon, Book 2)
each of you to be responsible for three things. First, stay beside your partner. Second, keep track of the people directly in front of you. If it’s too dark to see them, keep a hand on one of them. Third, pay attention to the people right behind you. Don’t leave them behind. There’s no hurry. ‘With a flashlight at each end of the group, there should be at least a little light. Some of you have matches, lighters, and cameras with flashes. If necessary, use them. But don’t waste them. The trip
don’t you, and help me hold up the wall.’ ‘I won’t be needing this.’ He handed the flashlight to Darcy, then took his place against the wall close by her side. Darcy raised the flashlight. ‘Okay, folks,’ she said, ‘the tricky part’s over. All we have to do, now, is sit tight and wait. Obviously, none of us knows the reason for the power failure. I don’t think that speculating on it will do anyone much good. Let’s just look at it as an irritating fact of life – like a traffic jam. ‘I don’t want
that, and there is none.’ Darcy stopped talking. There was silence. Then the voices started again. She thought it sounded like a classroom when the teacher was out, a dozen or more quiet conversations going on at once, creating a steady murmur. Here and there, matches or lighters flared. They fluttered in front of faces with cigarettes or cigars clamped between lips, and formed pools of light throughout the group. Darcy saw that everyone was seated. Most were in small clusters of two or three.
dock. It seemed impossible, but Darcy had heard the slosh. So close behind her! And it wasn’t her imagination. Greg had heard it, too. If we don’t make a sound . . . Something touched her right shoulder. Flinching, she pushed her mouth against Greg’s shoulder to stifle a gasp. Her shoulder was patted, squeezed. Her hair was stroked. She heard a faint sigh. Carol? Darcy let go of Greg. His arms loosened around her. He, too, must’ve guessed the intruder’s identity. Darcy turned slowly,
breast under his wrist. ‘Hey,’ she murmured. ‘It’ll be better this way,’ he said and slipped the blouse clear of her shoulders and went on with the massage. She seemed a little rigid at first, but soon she was limp and swaying again. Kyle slipped the bra straps out of his way. Now her shoulders were sleek, warm skin and he knew that the hanging straps left her bra loose and if he wanted he could slide his hands right down into the cups. His mouth was dry, his heart racing. He lowered a hand,
