He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was also something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the...
"We thought we'd found our haven, a cottage deep in the heart of the forest. Quaint, charming, maybe a little run-down, but so peaceful. The woodland animals and birds couldn't have been more neighbourly. That was the first part of the Magic....
Would you stay in a haunted house for more than one night?
Would you live in a place where ghostly things keep happening? Where a cellar door you know you locked the night before is always open the following morning? Where hushed whimpering...
The long-dreaded nuclear conflict has come. The city is torn apart, shattered, its people destroyed or mutilated beyond hope. For just a few, survival is possible only beneath the wrecked streets—if there is time to avoid the slow-descending...
For millions of years man and rats had been natural enemies. But now for the first time—suddenly, shockingly, horribly—the balance of power had shifted and the rats began to prey on the human...
'Not for the nervous'
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The mutant white rat had grown and mated, creating offspring in its own image. They dominated the others, the dark-furred ones, who foraged for food and brought it back to The Lair. Now the...
Wkrótce potem opuściłem te okolice, po złożeniu ostatniej wizyty na własnym grobie. Nie wiem dokładnie, dlaczego to zrobiłem; zapewne chciałem w specyficzny sposób złożyć sobie wyrazy...