More Bloody Horowitz
Anthony Horowitz
Language: English
Pages: 112
ISBN: 1406317004
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From Anthony Horowitz, the bestselling author of "Alex Rider" and "The Power of Five", comes a collection of ten macabre tales...It may look like a book of innocent fables for nice, well-mannered boys and girls, but beneath the cosy exterior, this is Anthony Horowitz at his most wicked...Stories of ultimate revenge, from freshly sold human meat, and reality TV where death is the penalty, to a car that leads its driver to his death at an abattoir, and a snake-charmer's human curse - all told with dark humour and gruesome relish. This title is from award-winning author Anthony Horowitz, author of "Alex Rider" and "The Power of Five" - high-profile publicity opportunities through the year. The author features prominent horror-writing reputation through the highly popular, long-running TV series "Midsomer Murders". This title presents an old-fashioned cover look that belies the gruesome interior: makes for a great marketing story.
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people like him, simply to scare the people who read the books. Horror stories were nothing more than that … stories! He had been caught by surprise and had allowed his own imagination to get the better of him. An Irish writer made-up with white paint had outwitted him. He should never have allowed it to happen. There were no such things as ghosts. Or vampires. Cirque du Freak, indeed! Cirque du Complete Nonsense. It was very cold in the cell. In fact, it seemed to have got colder and colder in
