The Best New Horror 5: No. 5 (Mammoth Book of Best New Horror)
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Best New Horror has established itself as the world's premier horror annual, showcasing the talents of the very best writers working in the horror and dark fantasy field today. In this latest volume, the multi-award winning editors have chosen razor-sharp stories of suspense and disturbing tales of terror by authors on the cutting edge of the genre. Along with a comprehensive review of the year and a fascinating necrology, this is the book no horror fan can afford to miss.
shark. “Anything but.” “So do I get an invite to the back-row during your next Dagon hoe-down?” She was businesslike again. “I think you’d better report back to Janey. Tell her I’ll have Laird call her when he’s in town and put her mind at rest. She should pay you off. What with the War, it’s a waste of manpower to have you spend your time looking for someone who isn’t missing when you could be defending Lockheed from Fifth Columnists.” “What about Franklin?” “Franklin the President?”
knobbled a maniac killer, solved fourteen more murders than they’d counted on (in five additional states, which made the police departments of those five additional states extremely pleased with the law enforcement agencies of the Sovereign State of Alabama), and made first spot on the evening news on all three major networks, not to mention CNN, for the better part of a week. Knocked the Middle East right out of the box. Neither Harry Truman nor Tom Dewey would’ve had a prayer. Ally went into
didn’t have a chance.” “You’re stronger than me, you kept me out,” I said. He chuckled. “Stronger? Is that all you think it is? Stronger? You still don’t get it, do you?” His face, then, grew terrible. “You don’t even understand now, right now that I’ve cleaned it all away and you can see what I did to you, do you? “Do you think I stayed in a jail cell, and went through that trial, all of that, because I couldn’t do anything about it? You poor jig slob. I could have jumped like a shrike any
time I wanted to. But the first time I met your Ally I saw you.” I cringed. “And you waited . . .? For me, you spent all that time in prison, just to get to me . . .?” “At the moment when you couldn’t do anything about it, at the moment you couldn’t shout ‘I’ve been taken over by someone else, I’m Rudy Pairis here inside this Henry Lake Spanning body, help me, help me!’ Why stir up noise when all I had to do was bide my time, wait a bit, wait for Ally, and let Ally go for you.” I felt like a
not cows.” He shook his head. “No ma’am. They’re wild boars. Least I think they are. Agricultural Extension Office is checking, make sure nobody had some hogs escape the last few days.” “Javelinas,” one of the other men explained. When I looked up at him he glanced away, but went on as though talking to the air. “That’s a sort of wild pig we got around here. Sometimes they breed with the other kind. These’re the biggest ones I ever seen.” A shuffle and a murmur of agreement from the others.