Ultimate Horror ?It goes without saying that the mother loves her child,? said Reed. ?Mother Nature programmed the female of the species that way. But fathers . . . they can be different. Oh, they would say they love their children. But some can be quite indifferent. They?d rather spend their time with their friends, drinking beer, playing squash. But I believe you do love your son very much, Mr. Stainforth. You spend time with him, talk to him?not down to him, you treat him as someone very important in your life. Probably far more important than you yourself realize. I see you at Christmas, spending all morning playing on the living-room carpet, putting together toys, laughing and joking together. I truly believe you do that, Mr. Stainforth. Ah, now you?re wondering why I wanted to establish that belief, and why I am standing here above the North Sea, holding your beloved son?s arm. The reason is this, Mr. Stainforth. Because I am going to kill your son. And you are going to watch me kill him.? The power of words. I am going to kill your son . . .

Review

'The hottest new purveyor of horrific thrills currently working on these shores' -- The Big Issue 'A master of eerie thrills' -- Richard Laymon 'Readers will relish Clark's uncomplicated cocktail of chlorophyll and human blood' -- Financial Times on The Night of the Triffids

About the Author

Simon Clark is a well-established horror writer whose short stories have appeared in various magazines and anthologies. His work has been broadcast on BBC Radio 4 and he has also written prose material for the rock band U2.