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Old 09-04-2020, 11:37 AM   #1363
ZodWallop
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A couple of Ronald Malfi books are on sale, $1.99 a piece. I have a couple of his books from back when I was with the Leisure Horror book club (isn't 'Leisure Horror' a funny combo? Like 'Relaxing Surgery').

Bone White
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A landscape of frozen darkness. The scrape of bone on bone...

Paul Gallo saw the report on the news: a mass murderer leading police to his victims’ graves in remote Dread’s Hand, Alaska. It’s the same bit of wilderness where his twin brother went missing a year ago. As the bodies are exhumed, Paul travels to Alaska to get closure and put his grief to rest.

But the mystery is only beginning. What Paul finds are superstitious locals who talk of the devil stealing souls, and a line of wooden crosses to keep what’s in the woods from coming out. The more he searches for answers, the more he finds himself becoming part of the mystery...
Little Girls
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After years away, Laurie returns to the home where she was raised by a cold, distant father who recently exorcised his demons. But no amount of cleaning can wipe away the troubled past. She feels it lurking in the broken moldings, sees it staring from an empty picture frame, hears it laughing in the moldy greenhouse deep in the woods...

At first, Laurie thinks she’s imagining things. But when she meets her daughter’s new playmate, she notices her uncanny resemblance to another little girl who used to live next door. Who died next door. With each passing day, Laurie’s uneasiness grows stronger, her thoughts more disturbing. Like her father, is she slowly losing her mind? Or is something truly unspeakable happening?
Incidentally, the two that I have (Snow and Floating Staircase) aren't currently available as ebooks. Wonder what that's about?
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