Children are going missing, and it is up to Leonard Miller to discover the truth behind the disappearances and to clear his own name, as thanks to his past, has him as the number one suspect.  As the mystery is revealed and the true nature of why the children are going missing, Miller will find himself confronting  a master villain  and his own past. 

 
Having previously read “Drive” by Mark West, I jumped at the chance to read his horror novella, “The Factory”. Although his previous thriller wasn’t to my taste, I was impressed enough by the writing to want to read a horror offering from this author. And four friends exploring an abandoned factory with fatal consequences sounded just my kind of thing.
 
It started well, introducing us immediately to the creepy building which gives the book its title. The first chapter sees Tom venturing in alone and meeting an untimely fate, which is the catalyst to bring the other characters back together for the rest of the book. West built up the atmosphere brilliantly, although I did feel he showed us the monster too early; I would have preferred a bit more left to the imagination, although that is personal preference and others might like to get straight into the supernatural. Tom’s final quandary of concrete versus canal was beautifully, darkly written and possibly my favourite part of the book.

The subtitle for this essay collection is ‘Slashers, Rape/Revenge, Women in Prison, Zombies and other Exploitation Dreck’. So, you know, fair warning; the essays cover some fairly extreme ground, and Berlatsky doesn't shy away from engaging with the subject matter fully. That said, unlike some of the source material, there’s nothing puerile or prurient about the content of this book; this is an intelligent, insightful dive into exploitation cinema.

The duality of man is a concept that has troubled us as a species since we first crawled through the undergrowth looking for sustenance.  It's a simple concept that can be used to great effect to explore the complex nature of what makes us human.  It is also a concept that is central to a lot of great horror stories and themes, from Robert Louis Stevenson 's  Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,  to numerous werewolf novels the duality of man has been used to make us think about how we tick, and how even the most respectable of us can turn to animalistic ways at the drop of a hat.  

Becoming David by Phil Sloman follows in the footsteps of Stevenson, Ellis and Endore, but does it tread over old ground, or does he break out and forge a new a path of his own in the literary world?

"There's a big storm coming, and its coming  for to wash us all away" or so says Scott H Biram in his song Judgement Day.  In many ways this is the perfect theme tune the the latest novel from Mary Sangiovanni.  Chills sees your typical all American small town cut of from the rest of the world by an unseasonably huge and devastating snow storm.  But that is the least of the worries for detective Jack Glazier as the discovery of a body, which appears to have been killed in a ritualistic murder leads him to uncover a secret plot to bring the old ones back to our realm.  As the bodies pile up and the fabric between our dimensions thins Glazier is in a race against time to save not just his home town, but to save the world being washed away by creatures beyond our imagination. 

Reading Levi Black’s debut novel “Red Right Hand” was an interesting experience for this humble reviewing. Normally for GNoH I simply review the best of what I read myself, but this was the first time someone had taken the trouble to send me something specifically to cover. Exciting! What if I didn’t like it? What would I say? I wouldn’t normally bother reviewing books that weren’t me cup of tea. If I’m being frank “Red Right Hand” isn’t normally the type of horror novel I would read myself, but I found this punchy 300 page read an enjoyable enough page-turner and had no bother finishing it over a blood-spilling and very violent few days. ​

In the Unoticeables Robert Brockway gave the gift that every horror fan secretly hopes for—a new and exciting horror mythos. The fact that the gift was wrapped in layers and layers of action, comedy, swearing, suspense and swearing was an attractive bonus. But, at its core, the story of the super beings that mathematically syphon the life force of their victims, and the punks that throw beer cans at them, was too compelling not to be further explored in a sequel.


While Brockway continues to build on the foundations of the wild and esoteric horror concepts that made the Unoticeables such a stand out work of fiction, he never lets the pace drop. You can almost hear him pulling back on the throttle as our heroes charge head long into greater odds, deeper mysteries and so, so much blood. Other than a few expository breathers, The Empty Ones does not stop moving, it raises the stakes and hits the ground running.