Most zombie stories have more to do with braaaaains than heart, but Isaac Marion’s Warm Bodies is different—quirky, poetic by spells, and lovely.
When I was in elementary school, I read many, many books on monsters and the paranormal. Books about ghosts, UFOs, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, mummies, werewolves...and vampires. Outside of books, there wasn't a lot to see with vampires at the time. You might catch classic Universal monster movies or the later, bloodier Hammer horror movies on late night TV (assuming you could convince your parents to let you stay up that late).
Dr. Frankenstein’s Daughters by Suzanne Weyn is about Giselle and Ingrid, the identical twin daughters of Dr Frankenstein. In fear for his daughters' lives, Dr Frankenstein abandons them shortly after their birth. To keep them safe from his creation, he tells no one of their existence. Shortly before their 17th birthday, they are informed of their father's existence and to their surprise and excitement he has left them a castle.
In the very first bit of this book, you learn that Jack lives with his grandparents, is best friends with Connor, and that he is kidnapped while drunk, nearly raped, and escapes through sheer luck.
It's all downhill from there.
When seventeen-year-old Tana wakes up hungover from a wild party at a remote farmhouse, surrounded by dead classmates, she thinks things can't get any worse...until she discovers a mysterious vampire named Gavriel chained up in the same room as her bitten ex-boyfriend Aiden, who is about to turn into a full-fledged bloodsucker at any moment.
Robert is the last man in New York City after a massive epidemic that turned everyone into vampires. By day he sharpens stakes, makes runs to the abandoned grocery stores for dry goods, and maintains his generator and the protections around his house. By night they come. Crowding around the doors and windows they call to him, begging him to come outside. The loneliness is enough to drive a man insane, but to have to listen to them every night is almost too much for Robert.
Meg and Minnie board the ferry to Henry Island expecting a weekend of partying and fun, but what they find instead is an elaborately laid trap—an isolated house with no power, cut off from the mainland, and a mysterious DVD that claims “Vengeance will be mine.” In this murder mystery inspired by Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None, ten teens have two days to outlast a killer who’s planned gruesome deaths for all of them, and to surv
I freely admit it—I had to make a second, running start at Dark Harvest. But once I got past the idea that the evil presence holding the entire town captive was a pumpkin-headed boy with a butcher knife, the story was plenty creepy for my taste. Every Halloween, all boys between the ages of sixteen and nineteen are set loose on the town to prevent the October Boy from getting to the church before midnight. The winner earns the one and only ticket out of town.
A good ghost story works beneath the surface of our attention, shifting it now and again to a telling plot insight and then letting it sink back into eerie atmosphere. In the recently republished novella Mrs. God, author Peter Straub so masterfully submerges our attention into the uncanny that we cannot see the direction of our journey, or even better, where we had been led.
Earlier this week, readers everywhere were saddened to hear about the death of author William Sleator.
The Harvard graduate, and classical pianist, was well known for writing macabre and scary stories for kids and teens. His book House of Stairs was widely read and critically acclaimed book about a group of teens who are trapped in a house containing nothing but endless flights of stairs. Sleator described his books as "gleefully icky", and that they were, creepy and gross and fantastic!