PRAISE FOR BANQUET FOR THE DAMNED
'From the half-glimpsed manifestations that haunt the entire book to the pure visceralhorror of the climax, from the understated menace that lurks under passages of dialogueto the lyrical terror we experience elsewhere, Nevill the novelist displays an impressiverange of skills and effects. For example, chapter thirty-seven offers a house possessed byevil, a condition so powerfully characterised that I would class the passage among thegreat sustained scenes of modern supernatural horror.' Ramsey Campbell
'an impressive piece of work... full of marvellous things.' Colin Wilson
'Pregnant with horror both visceral and suggestive, Nevill's novel-length study ofmounting dread, malignant forces and personalities whose very flaws invite occult interferencestands as one of the few supernatural novels capable of maintaining the atmosphereof menace and authenticity of setting most often successfully invoked in the shortstory.' William P Simmons, Cemetery Dance
'it's that rare beast: a novel which is by turns readable, well written, compelling andwith a great plot. Incredibly accomplished and with a really neat and original monsterat the heart of the story. It's a feast worth savouring.' David Howe, Shivers
'With Banquet for the Damned, Adam L G Nevill has written one of the most superblygripping and creepy books I'll be watching for more by this hugely talented author.'John Berlyne, SFRevu
'Nevill holds the reader's attention effortlessly and makes us believe the unthinkable,then wraps it up with a show-stopper finale in which all hell literally breaks loose...this is a novel in the tradition of M R James, complete with a chilling atmosphere andever mounting sense of dread, the occasional bloody set-piece to make the terror evenmore real, and the subtle use of occult texts and academic papers to provide credencefor all that takes place.' Peter Tenant, The Third Alternative
'The Brown Man and his witch followers stealing peaceful sleep and rendering their victimsvulnerable to attack worked horrifically well. I'd recommend this book to anyonewho enjoys horror. It has a haunting mystery that flows throughout the entire book.'Donna Jones, computercrowsnest.com
'The characterisations are well done; the atmosphere and setting (St Andrews, Scotland'soldest university town) are well evoked; the plot runs along at a good, fast pace, withjust enough twists and surprises, to a suitably apocalyptic climax.' Rosemary Pardoe,Ghosts and Scholars
'Banquet for the Damned is a first-rate read: one which contains a great deal for theenthusiast of the Jamesian manner to savour, and also offers as much to those whoprefer a more obviously contemporary approach to supernatural horror.' John Howard,All Hallows
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adam L G Nevill was born in Birmingham, England, in 1969 andgrew up in England and New Zealand. A graduate of the Universityof St Andrews Creative Writing Masters programme, he is the authorof nine novels under a pseudonym for Virgin Books. His most recentshort story appearance was featured in The Year's Best Fantasy andHorror 2006, edited by Ellen Datlow, and The Mammoth Book ofBest New Horror 17, edited by Stephen Jones. Besides eight yearsspent as a librarian and researcher for several British television companies,he has endured a variety of occupations, including temporaryoffice worker, night-club doorman, night watchman and porter. Hecurrently lives in London and works in publishing.
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From castles built of bones comes unknown music.
Arthur Rimbaud
CHAPTER ONE
It is a night empty of cloud and as still as space.
Alone, a young man walks across a deserted beach. His eyes arevacant and his mouth is loose. The steps of his unlaced boots in thesand are slow, as if they are taken under duress, or as if he is beingled.
Guided away from the jagged skyline of St Andrews town, hemoves west toward the Eden Estuary and the Tentsmuir Forestbeyond, until the distant streetlights become nothing more thanspecks winking at his back. As if beckoned, he then moves to the baseof the dunes, where the shadows are long and the sand cold.
Suddenly, he stops walking and makes the sound of a man surprisedby the touch of a hand from behind, or by the appearance of afigure at his side. He loses balance on his trawling legs, staggers backwardand drops to a sitting position.
He dips his head and then raises its weight on a neck made weakby sleep. Reaching his hands out, he fists the sand. It feels wet againsthis dry palms. Blinking sticky eyelids, he sucks all the air he can intohis lungs. Acids churn in his empty stomach and his heart starts tothump. Slowly, he lifts his face to the sky. His eyes widen. A dark butclear canopy of night comes into focus and a fuller awakening hits andspreads throughout his body. Some of the numbness in his walk-warmedmuscles goes right away, some of it stays, like in his gums andin his tongue, where the air has come in through parted lips.
Glancing about, he sees small waves from the North Sea lap andfizz against the shoreline. To his left stand the sand dunes, shadowyhumps with sparse grasses growing upon their round summits,through which the lights of a hotel flicker yellow and orange in thedistant hills.
Confused and alarmed, his mind peels itself from the final wrappingsof sleep. Standing up, he struggles to keep his feet and looksdown to discover that dressing has been hurried and incomplete.Beneath the padded jacket his naked skin slides against the coat'slining. Under his jeans there is no underwear and his naked toeswiggle inside a big and empty space until they touch smooth hide. Nosocks.
Shivers prickle his skin, though they are not caused by the midnightchill at sea level, and fear tightens his scrotum. Through themess of his mind comes the memory of his mother's hands reachingdown to collect him from the floor outside of an airing cupboard.She'd often recount the story to guests at Christmas: how her littleboy would sleepwalk and be found mumbling about the crows. Reliefdares to enter the young man's mind. He's not been sleepwalking foryears, but that's all it is. A sleepwalk, so there is no need to panic, it'snothing.
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