Review: NOBODY TRUE / THE SECRET OF CRICKLEY HALL, by James Herbert
From Herbert’s worst novel, to his finest, The Secret of Crickley Hall is the one that makes up for Nobody True, and shows what Herbert was capable of at the top of his game.
From Herbert’s worst novel, to his finest, The Secret of Crickley Hall is the one that makes up for Nobody True, and shows what Herbert was capable of at the top of his game.
I don’t know where he came from. The hood on his jacket covered his face, but you could tell by the smell that he didn’t [Read more…]
His fingers move the clay all indents and curves pieces catching under his nails with breath he gives life to this soil gives form a [Read more…]
“Please. Don’t leave me,” she whispered. Her voice was so soft that I had to lean close to hear her. Her dark tendrils touched my [Read more…]
I am lifted up from the ground where once I stood I see the world of those whose memories I shared We are forever tethered [Read more…]
On the barren earth Robbed of Sight and Purpose He pulls himself along To future uncertainty Blood of Brothers Bathe his face Clasp to his [Read more…]
The tears catch my breath And fight with my need to scream To wail and lash out To curse the heavens That I can’t see [Read more…]
I watch you You feel me, admit it That tingling on your neck Like someone tracing with a finger That slides across your throat [Read more…]
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