Книги автора Powell Talmage

He had murdered the old man in his mind — and now the living corpse demanded retribution...

It was a romantic setting — the right place, maybe the right girl — but instead of cocktails, it turned out to be...

Steve had never even met the girl, yet her torrid love-making was leading him to the brink of disaster!

There’s a price no man should pay ex-con Quinn learned — even to rub out a... deathhouse dolly.

The only clues Barney could follow on this desperate manhunt, were the smell of murder, and the silent message in a dying man’s eyes.

With an iron-clad defense, Ralph Smith still had to remain silent when his last mile came. For a murder he’d never committed had trapped him hopelessly in the steel jaws of homicide justice.

Sam Tucker used his magic to save a friend — and woo a Sioux maiden.

She was buxom, beautiful — and bad. She was my prey. Tonight I would prove it to her — and her husband.

Amnestic Dash Smith couldn’t marry the lovely widow until he got rid of his double-crossing wife — and himself.

Crackling, burning death waited for me in that quiet Georgia countryside... But I had to go back for three reasons: To get Lucy, to get the money — and to kill my brother Charlie!

She started as a fictitious character, but the body they found was real enough and so was the murder charge!

Unfortunate that Phineas Slack should die of sunstroke on the night of his reconciliation with his black-sheep nephew... and strange that the sun shone so strongly that night!

She was blind — but eventually there were many things she could see clearly — for instance, who had murdered her son!

Hen-pecked, shrinking Sylvester Sneed was not a heroic character... what could he do with his houseful of desperate criminals?

Joey had read all the psychological thrillers — but he never dreamed he’d get personally involved...

Where there’s a will, there’s a way — and the grim, cold household, soggy with riches, waiting for the old man to die...

In that ill-assorted collection of relatives there was one who would do murder — for a fortune.

When a man finds a girl running his business, it’s bad... But when he finds his partner murdered — it’s terrible!

Swamps, particularly such vast and mostly uncharted swamps as the Florida Everglades, provide a natural habitat for all sorts of large and small creatures. Isn’t it likely, then, that one such creature might be a cousin, or at least a distant relative, of the Sasquatch and the Yeti of northern climes? Indeed, there have been many accounts of similar-looking beings in the bayous of Louisiana and in the Everglades itself. There is even an old Seminole Indian legend of the Stuestaw Enawchee, “gigantic beings from some nether world that had inhabited the Rivers of Grass from the time of creation,” who had come out of the swamps to war on the first Seminoles a thousand generations before the appearance of the white man.

When, as part of a routine military “Survival Exercise,” three tough U.S. Marines are first set down in a remote section of the ’Glades, they do not believe in, or fear, the Stuestaw Enawchee or any swamp creature. But what happens to them in that primitive and alien environment is enough to make a believer of any man — and in the case of one, Master Sergeant James C. Kelly, to add a whole new dimension to the exercise of survival. For even as creatures go, the one which he encounters is extraordinary…

Harrowing tales of mayhem, murder versus moonshine acting as counter irritants and prescribed by spine-tingling specialists chosen for you this month by the MASTER OF SUSPENSE

Welcome to The Seventh Ghost Story MEGAPACK®! Once more we have a wide-ranging assortment of supernatural fiction, with setting across the world — Europe, the Americas, Asia — and across the centuries. You will note that we have a larger than normal number of "Anonymous" stories. No, the authors weren't embarrassed by their contributions. Victorian-era literary magazines and newspapers often ran fiction without crediting the author, or with only vague terms like "A Lady," initials, or humorous pseudonyms (as with the story by "Q.E.D." in this volume). Authors later collected their stories in books, and that's when readers discovered who had actually written what. If a story never got reprinted, its author remained a mystery. Modern scholars are still researching these anonymous stories, but many authors will never be properly identified.