Garbo, Monroe, John Wayne… Over the years, the Movie Palace had played host to all the immortal stars of the silver screen. Then came the long decline, until at last it was just one more run-down flea-pit, haunted by the ghosts of…
Garbo, Monroe, John Wayne… Over the years, the Movie Palace had played host to all the immortal stars of the silver screen. Then came the long decline, until at last it was just one more run-down flea-pit, haunted by the ghosts of Hollywood’s Golden Age. Except that these were no mere spirits or phantoms: they were creatures of flesh and blood, alive and lurking in the darkness. And they were no longer content to capture the imagination of their victims – they devoured them body and soul… Son of Celluloid is followed by such unforgettable tales of supernatural terror as: Rawhead Rex , Confessions’s of a (Pornographer’s) Shroud , Scape-Goats and Human Remains – by an author rapidly establishing himself as one of today’s most stunningly original masters of the horror genre.