James Herbert

The nightmare home....

A ghostly twist. Three nights of terror at the house called Edbrook....

Book Two in Herbert’s classic ‘rats’ series....

Menace awaits. Sleath. Quiet, peaceful. A small village hidden away in the Chiltern Hills, almost forgotten by the modern world....

There is an old, empty house in Devil's Cleave, a deep gorge that leads from the high moors down to the harbour village of Hollow Bay....

Night falls. It came like a malignant shadow with seductive promises of power....

The peaceful life of a village in Wiltshire is suddenly shattered by a disaster which strikes without reason or explanation, leaving behind it a trail of misery and horror....

Book Three in Herbert’s classic ‘rats’ series. The final countdown....

Book One in Herbert’s classic ‘rats’ series.The terror begins....

David Ash, detective of the paranormal, is sent to the mysterious Comraich Castle, secluded deep in the Scottish countryside....

The ugly truth. Nicholas Dismas is a Private Investigator, but like no other that has gone before him. He carries a secret to which not even he has the answer....

The end is beginning. The time is just a few short years from now. But already the signs of global disaster are multiplying....

The bodyguard. There is a house, hidden away in a small valley, that holds a dark and dreadful secret....

Dark destiny. When Steadman agreed to investigate the disappearance of a young Mossad agent, he had no idea he would be drawn into a malevolent conspiracy....

A grim picture. Joseph Creed is a paparazzo, one of that un-illustrious band of photographers whose sole purpose in life is to chase and harass celebrities for candid shots, preferably of the seedier kind....

Force for evil. A little girl called Alice, a deaf-mute. A vision. A lady in shimmering white who says she is the immaculate conception. And Alice can suddenly hear and speak....

Upon a time. Remember the faery stories you were told as a child? Tales of tiny, magical, winged beings and elves, wicked witches and goblins....

A likely tail. He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define....

The living dead. It had been one of the worst crashes in airline history, killing over 300 people and leaving only one survivor....

The dark side. He had fled from the terrors of his past, finding refuge in the quietness of the island. And for a time he lived in peace....