The Web By Richard Lewis

The Web
By Richard Lewis
1981 Hamlyn
Paperback, 204 pages

 

                When Alan Radnor turns into Richard Lewis, he writes books for me! As Lewis, he wrote a half dozen creepy-crawlies-versus-humans novels and all of them are loads of fun. This one is a sequel to his successful debut critter novel Spiders (1978). Many of his books don’t stick in your head for a long time, but they deliver the goods and are a hoot while you’re digging in.

 

                Of course, James Herbert’s The Rats (1974) started the whole Britain-under-attack genre, but we must also credit the same author’s The Fog (1975) for the folks-going-murderously-insane storyline that also frequently turns up in these books. The spiders that return in Lewis’s sequel are a little different. Sure, some of them devour their victims down to the bone, leaving just a husk, but a mutated form of spider can envenomate their victim and that, my dear, will cause violent insanity. They also enjoy wrapping up humans in tight webs to be devoured later. Evolution, that’s what it is.

 

                Much of the book is just a bunch of brief vignettes, characters set up only to be slaughtered. One fun passage is with the spinster schoolteacher whose routine is broken up after being bitten by one of the new spiders. She goes bonkers on her class of cheeky, young students and starts killing and beating them, as well as anyone who tries to stop her. I love it when bratty kids aren’t spared! Another fun set piece is a prison attack where the trapped convicts are sitting ducks for the arachnid army.

 

                It doesn’t matter if you haven’t read Lewis’s first spider novel; when the action from the first book is referenced, it is notated for your convenience. Since we have new mutations here, consider it an all-new story and enjoy the onslaught. Derivative? Yes. Any new ideas? Nope. Do I recommend it? Hell yes! Fun, gory, stupid, 80s pulp… just the way I like it.

Bestial By Ray Garton

Bestial
By Ray Garton
2009 Leisure Books
Paperback, 339 pages

                Bestial is Garton’s sequel to 2008’s Ravenous (reviewed in Midnight #9) but there’s more to it than that. Martin Burgess hires Investigators Karen Moffett and Gavin Keoph to look into the werewolf rumors he’d heard about in Big Rock, California. Those three characters are returning from Garton’s Night Life (2005) which was a sequel to his successful vampire novel Live Girls (1987). Got that? It doesn’t really matter if you have read any of the previous books; Bestial is self-contained and any references to the earlier works are easy to follow.

 

                So, the rumors are true; there is werewolf activity in Big Rock, and Burgess’s previous investigator has disappeared. Karen and Gavin know how tough their job is. As they begin to believe what we already know, we get treated to a pure werewolf birth. It gets fed a human baby to munch on upon it’s emergence into the world. Yes, there is plenty of graphic gore here and that scene is in the prologue! And, of course, as in Ravenous, werewolf-ism is spread by sexual activity. Lots of fucking and gore ensues.

 

                The main thrust (you’re welcome) of this one is to start a new race of pure werewolves and take over the law and the church in town and grow their new race. I’ll admit that there were a few too many characters that I had to juggle with as I struggled with the small and tight typeface, but it all became crystal clear in an epic scene in a hospital emergency room as a second wolf kid is born. After that, I knew everybody and couldn’t put the book down. The ER slaughter is a magnificent segment of the novel that works up some beautiful bursting visions of horror. The characters are all fleshed out enough to make you care one way or another, and their situations become very important to the reader.

 

                The ending is another explosive and exciting scene that kept me on the edge of my… well, pillow, I guess, since I usually read in bed. For my money, this sequel is better than the original book. There is ample room for a sequel to this but since Garton sadly passed away in 2024 (he was younger than me… not fair!), we’ll never get it.

The Festering By Guy N. Smith

The Festering
By Guy N. Smith
1989 Arrow
Paperback, 191 pages

 

                A word to the wise. If you ever find yourself in a Guy N. Smith novel and you’re thinking of leaving the bustling city life behind for a new, relaxed life in a remote area of England, do not follow your dreams. As the Great Scribbler has shown us over and over again, it is a bad idea.

 

                Mike and Holly Mannion have made such a decision. Mike is an artist, and they have spent every last dime on Garth Cottage because of Holly’s desire to leave the rat race. With very tight expenses, they lose their running water due to a drought; the water pumps in from a stream that is very low. They decide to have a well put in behind the cottage and a dependable company comes in to drill the borehole. They have to go very deep and, unknown to anybody, they drill through a diseased carcass of a man buried there centuries ago.

 

                It starts with the stink. It continues with festering boils that pop up and spew foul custard. It imbues it’s victims with madness and sexual deviations. It ends with death. The work crew is the first to succumb, being closest to the contagion. With water unfit to use, a sludge covered yard, and that permeating stench, the Mannions aren’t pleased with their situation. And wait a minute, aren’t the two of them acting a bit overly amorous with the wrong people?

 

                This is GNS at his most visceral best. The seclusion, the hopelessness, the smell and the discomfort are beautifully portrayed on every page. We get everything we want in a great pulp horror novel: weeping sores, bursting pustules, pointless inappropriate sex, nasty characters whose suffering you can’t wait to witness, and a breathless narrative. And lots of pus and oozing liquids. Two of my favorite words, squelch and slurry, are used numerous times. I smiled as I winced. Perfection.

 

                This has become a tough book to find (and afford) these days due to the fact that it has had but one printing from Arrow Books (though Black Hill books put it out on Kindle in 2012). Add the amazing Terry Oakes cover to the scarcity and you have a collector’s item worth doling out the big bucks for.

The Wilds By Claude Teweles

The Wilds
By Claude Teweles
1989 Dell
Paperback, 213 pages

                Of course, the first reason that you need this book is to pore over Jill Bauman’s amazing cover art. If that doesn’t grab your eye, I don’t know what will. Some readers have complained that despite the cover, this is not a horror book, but I beg to differ. The events that the characters go through are horrific indeed and though this is mainly an adventure story, the horrors are very real. The back cover mentions Deliverance and Lord of the Flies and I can see both in here; humans trying to survive while nature kicks their ass.

 

                A couple of counselors take a group of teen and younger kids on an overnight hike into “The Wilds”, a section of the Sierra Nevada mountain range, to show them how to track and really get along in the wilderness. Gordon, a counselor, is back as the mountain expert, even after a fatal mishap the previous year. He has a lot to prove to himself. Del is a 15 year old who looks and acts older and thinks of himself as an unofficial counselor, though in reality he is still just a kid. Kyle is a moody kid who would rather just be left alone and has a love/ hate relationship with Del. And so the group ascends. What could possibly go wrong?

 

                The tension between Del and Kyle makes them split up going up the mountain, forcing Mr. Dugan, the man in charge, to go look for him and take a near fatal fall. And then Gordon takes a fall, leaving most of the kids to their own devices high up in The Wilds. No problem, right? Until an unexpected blizzard hits. Hey, it was June but up there, there’s always a chance of snow.

 

                Not everyone is going to survive. Each chapter (except one) starts with either Gordon, Del or Kyle’s name and we see things from their point of view and food runs out, hope runs out and nature has its way with them. Each of them has personal baggage that will weigh heavily on them during their ordeal. The smaller kids also worry about “Donner Man” thanks to a campfire story about the Donner Party and the cannibalistic results. The suspense, the tension and yes, the horror really ratchets up to eleven and you can feel The Wilds taking them in. I had the misfortune of reading this during a cold snap in May and I was shivering under the blankets.

 

                This is a top shelf struggle for survival story right here. Fathom Press reissued the book in 2025. Look for it with Julia Teweles as the author as she transitioned in 2007. I will be keeping my eye out for Teweles’ other horror book The Stalker (Zebra Books) because I liked this one a lot.

Demons By Guy N. Smith

Demons
By Guy N. Smith
1987 Arrow
Paperback, 184 pages

                Demons is the sequel to Smith’s 1980 Hamlyn Horror masterpiece Deathbell, which was a visceral, violent and very fast-moving read. This sequel isn’t quite as satisfying as the first one but that isn’t to say that it isn’t worth my giving it a massive recommendation. I was so enthralled with this book that I plowed through it in just
a couple of sittings.

 

                Ten years after the horrid happenings in the first book, the town of Turbury is all but a ghost town. Plans have been made to flood the entire area to make it into a reservoir. A group of kids are poking around the deserted town pre-flooding and rehang the toppled Deathbell in Caelogy Hall. What could possibly go wrong? Well, with each peal of the bell, madness and violence ensues. Even when the town is completely flooded, the bell still has its powers, making the entire reservoir a dangerous place.

 

                The book is filled with a number of excellent horror set pieces, especially when workers are attempting to move bodies from the Turbury cemetery to a new place of rest. Coffins and bodies fall from moving trucks, big machinery squashes people and vulnerable humans can’t control a thing. Meanwhile, Vicki Mason, returning from the first book, is attacked by a neighbor who is under the bell’s influence in a harrowing scene. Even the surrounding towns aren’t safe from the ringing of the bell.

 

                This book has all of the earmarks of GNS’s top-shelf work of the period. It is violent as hell, has a whirlwind romance that, even if it isn’t entirely believable, has a certain sweetness to it that offsets some of the grueling horror. The reservoir doesn’t keep its water and as Turbury reemerges from beneath the water, the muddy, dank left-over town is a thing of pure atmospheric horror. Add three hundred hippies, stir and you’ve got a set-up for a spectacular climax.

 

                Terry Oakes provides a beautiful cover, whether it actually depicts a scene in the book or not. Well, it sort of does. Then again, there is no mention of a demon in the book, either though I guess the Seekers of Silence, a Tibetan cult who worship the Deathbell, might as well be demons. While not quite as effective as Deathbell, this is still top tier GNS that will be on my deathbed’s bookshelf, filed next to the first one.

The Beast of Kane By Cliff Twemlow

The Beast of Kane
By Cliff Twemlow
1983 Hamlyn
Paperback, 190 pages

                Do yourself a favor and acquaint yourself with Cliff Twemlow (1933-1993). The best way is through the 2023 film Mancunian Man: The Legendary Life of Cliff Twemlow by Jake West. Twemlow was an actor, screenwriter, bouncer, musician and all-around creative dynamo. He wrote a couple of horror novels, too; this one and The Pike (reviewed here) and I’ve gotta say, the guy was a pretty damn good novelist.

 

                This one takes place in Kane, Canada, seventy miles north of Quebec during a cold and frosty winter. The Gordons want to get their son David a dog for his birthday, and he wants the massive, black Elkhound at the shop. His folks are nervous about the vicious looking beast and say no. No worries… the dog breaks out and comes to David on his own, selling himself to the family. All is well, it would seem, but the local priest thinks otherwise. He thinks the dog might be the devil himself, fulfilling an old prophecy. Even the family vet says the dog is a throwback that seems to have… human blood running in its veins.

 

                Of course, everyone thinks the priest is a crazy old sop. Until the local farm animals get decimated. Wolves are found mutilated. And then the good folks of Kane themselves start getting eaten by the local dogs. Even by the ones who were the victim’s pets! It seems old Elk is their evil leader and they do his bidding. This makes things sticky for the Gordons who really don’t want to crush their boy’s love for his pet. A pet that is using him as his familiar.

 

                This one moves along very quickly and Twemlow has a good grasp of small-town life in the Canadian heartland. The characters are all pretty believable and well formed and when shit goes down, you can feel what the townsfolk do. This book also points out that a drink of whisky will help you get over pretty much any hardship. Even death in the family and madness.

 

                No, it’s not a perfect book but it is a lot of fun at times, especially when the canine attacks are in full bloom. The gore is poured on nice n’ thick, the way I like it. A word of warning, however: there is a lot of doggie-death at one point that might have you reaching over the pet ol’ Rover a little more vigorously. But it’s nothing that two fingers of whisky won’t help you get through.

 

                Both The Pike and The Beast of Kane have been reissued by Severin Films and Encyclopocalypse Publications to coincide with the release of the Cliff Twemlow movie box set!

Bloodshow By Guy N. Smith

Bloodshow
By Guy N. Smith
1987 Arrow
Paperback, 207 pages

 

                A crumbling castle in the Scottish Highlands becomes the site of a horror lovers’ attraction, including the horror-themed Lochside Hotel and the castle’s dungeons filled with animatronic monsters. It sounds like the kind of place that my wife and I would love to visit. Mike and Kim Armstrong chose it for their honeymoon. What could possibly go wrong? Well, the long-dead, real-life Laird of Benahee’s evil spirit might still be around, looking to take out his ire on unsuspecting tourists, so there’s that.

 

                The Armstrongs meet very few people while there; it is the off-season. Oddly enough, the reporter and author that they do connect with both wind up dead, killed in grisly fashion. News of the deaths, of course, attracts macabre thrill-seekers as guests. Kim, for her part, doesn’t seem like much of a horror fan, easily scared and timid as she is. As reality and vivid visions blend under the Laird’s spell, she just wants to leave. Too bad a major hurricane is moving in, battering the hotel and castle, taking out electricity and phones and stranding the guests.

 

                It’s not as claustrophobic as it sounds but GNS does put the small cast through their paces. The Armstrongs face a never-ending line-up of horrors. The figures from the cheesy castle sets become all too real: the vampire, the werewolf, the cannibal and more. Kim faces the worst, not knowing if she has actually attempted suicide while in a dream and did she really give birth to that gruesome, toothy slug thing? The Laird’s mind-tricks are varied, gruesome, and always dangerous. A woman capable of exorcism and astral projection is present among the guests. Can she save the day?

 

                This one plows along at a very good pace. It is full of chilling set-pieces, and the gore level is respectably high. The second half of the book is non-stop build-up and gripping action as the reader barrels towards the climax. There is a surprising abundance of religious faith and God stuff in this book; far more than GNS usually offers, but I still score this one high on my Guy N. Smith scale of greatness. Despite a few potential misfires (the mostly neglected skeleton crew of the hotel and the kitschy monster figures on display) this one has everything I need for a few days of happy reading. The cover by Terry Oakes is both wonderfully lurid and kind of cheesy in its own right. Nothing wrong with that. Recommended reading.