Never let it be said that Oscar Cook, whoever he was, did things by halves.Įxquisite boy’s-own tale of torture - the hero tied up - his sweetheart tied down - the evil Chinese intend to extract the vital information from him - never! never I say! I laugh in the fact of death! oh but what's this? A rat! - placed on his sweetheart's naked stomach and quickly covered by the copper bowl. Incest, rotting fingers and a deformed baby also loom large. Beautifully written.Ī manicurist extracts deliberately protracted revenge on a man who wronged her mother. Woman bursts on to the riverbank during one such, pursued by a man. Young lad had secret solo river swim sessions. The favourites from this first rather feeble volume are : There seem to be hardly any reviews of this nasty stuff, so here I boldly go. Within a few years it fell, nay, it swandived, into the filthiest of sewers, it became caked with disgust and it revelled in relentless cruelty. It started out here, the very first of the 30, with a most unscary black cat on the cover, and with some kind of literary aspirations. From 1958 to 1988 The Pan Book of Horror Stories was the annual British gorefest.
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