Reader Anthony Delgado was getting impatient with "The Mist." But now that Victoria is in terrible danger, he couldn't be happier!
The crazed mob fell on the night phantom, eager to drive the stake through him before his terrible curse doomed them all forever.
It was the master of a world of primitive beasts, sucking the living into its swirling vortex to fuel its emergence from the fetid pit.
From the moment she rose from the twilight sea, he was enchanted by her! He would give his life to protect her, to possess her!
The boy took a bite from his apple, aimed carefully with his rifle, and blew a good citizen to hell from his rooftop perch. Hell, this was fun!
There was no beast that Stark feared, no part of the jungle he dared not walk. What could have driven him into babbling lunacy
They'd warned Gilman that there was soul-damning horror in the message of the drums. But Gilman needed neither man nor the devil.
There had to be a way for Mannix to throw of his old, decrepit husk of a body and enjoy the riches he'd lied and gouged for! There had to!