James Herbert

The nightmare home....

Book Two in Herbert’s classic ‘rats’ series....

Upon a time. Remember the faery stories you were told as a child? Tales of tiny, magical, winged beings and elves, wicked witches and goblins....

There is an old, empty house in Devil's Cleave, a deep gorge that leads from the high moors down to the harbour village of Hollow Bay....

David Ash, detective of the paranormal, is sent to the mysterious Comraich Castle, secluded deep in the Scottish countryside....

Night falls. It came like a malignant shadow with seductive promises of power....

The peaceful life of a village in Wiltshire is suddenly shattered by a disaster which strikes without reason or explanation, leaving behind it a trail of misery and horror....

Book One in Herbert’s classic ‘rats’ series.The terror begins....

Book Three in Herbert’s classic ‘rats’ series. The final countdown....

The end is beginning. The time is just a few short years from now. But already the signs of global disaster are multiplying....

The ugly truth. Nicholas Dismas is a Private Investigator, but like no other that has gone before him. He carries a secret to which not even he has the answer....

The bodyguard. There is a house, hidden away in a small valley, that holds a dark and dreadful secret....

Menace awaits. Sleath. Quiet, peaceful. A small village hidden away in the Chiltern Hills, almost forgotten by the modern world....

The dark side. He had fled from the terrors of his past, finding refuge in the quietness of the island. And for a time he lived in peace....

Force for evil. A little girl called Alice, a deaf-mute. A vision. A lady in shimmering white who says she is the immaculate conception. And Alice can suddenly hear and speak....

A ghostly twist. Three nights of terror at the house called Edbrook....

The running man. In 1945, Hitler unleashes the Blood Death on Britain as his final act of vengeance....

Dark destiny. When Steadman agreed to investigate the disappearance of a young Mossad agent, he had no idea he would be drawn into a malevolent conspiracy....

A likely tail. He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define....

Half light. The shadow of his past was always with him. But he never knew what it was, or when it would strike next....