It doesn't really make it clear or does it, and I missed it. It came like a malignant shadow with seductive promises of power. Then I met the others - and life got complicated all over again. He is survived by his wife, Eileen, and three daughters. He was one of our greatest popular novelists, whose books are sold in thirty-three other languages, including Russian and Chinese. Richard Matheson´s I Am Legend first came to mind with some segments of this story, but insted vampires, here we have lunatic nazi soldiers. Nobody True continues the theme of life after death, being narrated by a ghost whose investigation of his own death results in the destruction of his illusions about his life.
His best novels, The Rats and The Fog, had the effect of Mike Tyson in his championship days: no finesse, all crude power. In the 3 years since the event he has not seen any uninfected, and has gone slightly crazy. With a skillful blend of horror and thriller fiction, he explored the shaded territories of evil, evoking a sense of brooding menace and rising tension. And for a time he lived in peace. Not as good as the Fog and noway as good as the Rats trilogy, but not that bad either. Obviously as a man gets older, his tastes expand, and he kind of dropped of my radar as I got older. The actually story was woefully boring, just a catalogue of events of one man and occasional associates all with the correct blood type evading those with the wrong blood.
Door dit virus verdikt het bloed van zijn slachtoffers, tot het uiteindelijk zo dik is dat de aders verstopt raken. Er was genoeg geweld en 'horror' in het verhaal zodat een echtefan voldoende aan zijn of haar trekken kan komen. I thought the back-story shock reveal was not such a shock in this book and it went off like a damp squib. How I wish the great man was still around to thrill us with new tales. I liked the back stories and where there were twists they were fun.
Unsourced material may be challenged and. The really unfortunate took years. I loved this book's depiction of a post-apocalypic London, which showed in detail James Herbert's knowledge of the City. Uno de los inmunes, Hoke, es un norteamericano que llegó a las Islas Británicas como piloto voluntario para pelear en la Batalla de Inglaterra y que ahora lucha por sobrevivir entre los restos de la civilización. Dismas is hired to find a missing baby. Desperate to capture Hoke as his life draws nearer to its end, Hubble sends his entire force out to capture the American pilot. The women however see any uninfected as friendly, and stick up for the German Stern.
It's shocking stuff like this even gets published. Herbert was an old pro who understood how to write. The survivors - people like me, who had the blood group that kept us safe from the disease - were now targets for those who believed our blood could save them. He witnessed the grotesque acts of another, a thing that gloried in murder and mutilation, a monster that soon became aware of the observer within its own mind. I read James Herbert when I was very young and adored The Rats. A few survivors are immune while others are dying more slowly. Het resterende bloed zoekt een uitweg via allerlei lichaamsopeningen, en sommige slachtoffers sterven vrijwel direct, terwijl het voor anderen jaren duurden.
Now, in '48, a slow-dying group of Fascist Blackshirts believe their only hope is a complete transfusion of blood from one of Hoke's kind. Its two heads weaved to and fro and a stickiness drooled from its mouth as it remembered the taste of human flesh. There is lots of descriptions of the dead in London. I won't deny the book started at an intense pace and Herbert clearly has a great skill at being descriptive of the situation. So he fires off V2 rockets, which hold a deadly virus that freezes human blood and causes fast death, although some rare victims die more slowly.
We know and are told that this won't work, but the head of these Nazi crazies, Hubble, has clearly lost his marbles and is determined to catch the survivors. He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. Running for his life, Hoke is rescued by other survivors and together they're pursued in a spectacular but deadly chase through London's ravaged streets and historic landmarks, reaching a dramatic and explosive climax at the top of Tower Bridge. Whatever it is, it must be controlled; for wherever it goes it leaves behind a trail of disaster as hideous as the tragedy that marked its entry into the world. The woodland animals and birds couldn't have been more neighbourly. The premise is not exactly original, but it's in the pace and the action that Herbert comes up with the goods here.
They hunt the handful of those immune to the disease. Dead are everywhere, in cars, in beds, sitting at tables. Now the dark rats were restless, tormented by a craving they could not satisfy. Just goes to show that even the best of writers can sometimes have downtimes and even the best of ideas might not translate very well into writing. Others of Herbert's books, such as Moon, Sepulchre and Portent, are structured as and include espionage and elements along with the supernatural. He is trying to lay low This story is set, as the title suggests in the year 1948 shortly after the end of the second world war. Until the town was forced to face the shocking, dreadful truth about what was buried in the old graveyard.