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Malthorpe had been a coal mining town. It had slid into a small, dark place verging on extinction and despair. It was a place of grey buildings, grey people, grey skies, unemployment and a lot of rain. It was a place of near terminal boredom . . .
. . . at least, that was how Malthorpe looked before hell was relocated there.
The devil’s lieutenant in the person of Damian Gaye arrives in a small northern town and decides to make it the horror story of the century.
Seen from Mal Fell, Malthorpe’s main street snaked along the banks of the River Mal, crossed it once via a narrow stone bridge, passed the abandoned slag-heaps and buildings of Malthorpe Colliery and disappeared down the valley.
The road and the river ran parallel, separated by a lichen-covered dry stone wall and stunted willows that drooped over the shallow stream with the same tired air of defeat that pervaded the serpentine main street.
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There is nothing as terrifying as horror on a bright sunny day. It is out of place. It is unimaginable, and evil is alive and well. Demons exist. I know, for I have seen them. I have fought them and they are very real.
On the advice of his doctor, Allan Collins, an over-worked executive takes a sabbatical at the monastery of Agios Dimitrios on the lonely Grecian island of Melanos.
Collins meets Vincent Marat; a balding, middle-aged man of great wealth, impeccable taste and magnetic personality who has surrounded himself with a strange assortment of house guests, including the beautiful Alberta, the saturnine Diego and the self-absorbed twins. It is a menagerie of the unordinary, even the displaced, as Collins feels he has walked through the looking glass into some fanciful and erotic land.
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