Showing results for "Edward Lee" in Suspense

Rape. Murder. Brain-eating. Never before has a work of fiction dared to delve so deeply into the realms of perversion, sexual dementia, and bad taste. Who is he? What is he? An inbred homicidal pervert? A supernatural psychopath? Who or whatever he is, he's on a roll now, raging out of the Virginia backwoods and leaving in his wake a trail of blood, guts, and disgust far beyond the limits of your reckoning.

Six-foot-9 and 400 pounds, hailing from parts unknown, he is the one-man walking gore machine of the Deep South Wrestling Conference, and his name is Goon. But Detective Phillip Straker isn't a wrestling fan. The bodies pile up like dirty laundry: sex-obsessed tramps used as playthings by some unspeakable creature. Straker is determined to solve the rash of mutilation murders with trimmings that beg description. Is it just coincidence, or do all the victims have something in common?

Psychopath: She shackles them to the bed, and she glues their eyes closed. She punctures their eardrums. She sews their lips shut.

Death has come twice to Ravenbank, a remote community in England’s Lake District, each time on Halloween. Just before the First World War, a young woman’s corpse was found, with a makeshift shroud frozen to her battered face. Her ghost - the Faceless Woman - is said to walk through Ravenbank on Halloween. Five years ago, another woman, Shenagh Moss, was murdered, and again her face was covered to hide her injuries.

Rob Anderson had enjoyed his continuing involvement with the Drug Enforcement Administration, serving as a “Special Projects” consultant. At 60 years of age, he was fit and energized. But he was ready to hang up his guns. He had more money than he’d ever dreamed he would. Thanks to his pal Kevin McMenimen—and some very smart investments—he could do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted. The time was right to take advantage of all that. Then came the call from DEA Acting Administrator Anna McCann.