And so, I have just come to the end of a lot of nine novels from the remarkable publisher known as Valancourt Books. And what an ennead they were! In chronological order: Ernest G. Henham’s Tenebrae (1898), a tale of fratricide, guilt, madness … and giant spiders; R.C. Ashby’s He Arrived at Dusk (1933), which tells of the ghost of a Roman centurion haunting modern-day Northumberland; G.S. Marlowe’s I Am Your Brother (1935),
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convinced me!
Ahhh… another person that doesn’t understand what fiction is. Also another person that lies as much as this Kat Hooper…
Bob… it’s explained in the book Bob… it’s a FICTIONAL STORY Bob.., You know what fiction is, don’t you Bob?…
Oh… my… god… This reviewer is a complete and total idiot that quite clearly simply hates John Ringo. Did she…
Wow, sounds terrific. Adding it to my list.