![]() ![]() ‘John…’ she sighed, and her voice sounded like four or five voices speaking at once. ![]() Jane, you’re dead! You can’t be here, you’re dead!’ ![]() ‘Jane,’ I said, in a constricted voice, ‘you’re not real. In those dim white robes, she stood nearly seven feet, her hair almost touching the ceiling, and she looked down at me with a serious and elongated face that sent dread soaking through me like the cold North Atlantic rain. What frightened me most of all though, was how tall she was. ![]() Thin, and sunken-eyed, her hair waving around her in some unfelt, unseen wind, her hands raised as if she were displaying the fact that she was dead but bore no stigmata. She gradually began to appear, standing at the foot of the bed. Croakily, I answered, ‘Jane? Is that you?’ Buy a cheap copy of The Pariah book by Graham Masterton. There was no mistaking whose voice it was. Now it rises once more to the light of day to plunge the world into everlasting night BEWARE THE PARIAH One of the first bigger books Masterton wrote before 400+pages became the norm. “I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was awakened by the sudden dimming of my beside lamp. THE PARIAH The single greatest evil ever recorded in the Codex Vaticanus. The Pariah, by Graham Masterton (Star, 1983).įrom a charity shop on Mansfield Road, Nottingham. ![]()
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