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By Simon Clark
Copyright © 2002
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WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ROSEMARY SNOW?
Do you want power?
More precisely, do you want power over people?
Do you want the power to command someone to die for you?
And for that power to be so absolute, so complete, that they
not only die for you willingly, they go to their deaths so
full of joy, so full of pride, that they cry out your name
with their final breath.
Do you want that kind of power?
Tuesday afternoon. A quiet country road. 57 hours left.
Do you want power?
When the stranger asked Rosemary the question she looked up at
him, startled. It was as if he'd read her mind.
Rosemary Snow: long black hair down to the small of her back;
one small birthmark on her left cheek; a shy sixteen-year-old,
still holding on to her virginity with a grip that would have
been the envy of a professional wrestler.
She sat on the roadside bench. The June sun, hot enough to
melt road tar into sticky black pools, turned cars into ghosts
in the rippling heat haze. The meat pie she was eating
disgusted her, tasting like pulped cardboard and pepper. It
had only been sheer brutal hunger that had driven her to buy
it from the crappy service station down the road. Rosemary
Snow would have sold her soul for a burger from a drive-thru
As she picked off scabs ofburnt pastry to feed the sparrows
hopping around her feet, the man pulled up in the BMW. The car
was so perfectly white it looked as if it had been molded from
icing sugar. Without a shred of hesitation its driver wound
down the window and began talking to her as if he'd known her
all his life.
And, in a way, Rosemary Snow felt as if he had.
He was, she guessed, in his late thirties with the good looks
of someone who might have been a pop star once: his brown hair
had been brushed rather than combed; she'd describe his grin
as boyish and relaxed. But it was his eyes that were the most
striking feature. If you looked in a mirror, placed a finger
on the edge of each eye and pulled gently down it would give
the same effect as those downturned eyes that Rosemary found
she couldn't stop gazing into. They were gentle eyes that told
her: This is a man who cares deeply about people in trouble.
People just like Rosemary Snow.
"The devil nicked your tongue?" he asked cheerfully. "Come on,
you can tell me."
The question had been: DO YOU WANT POWER?
"Yes." Rosemary answered so decisively that it surprised her.
"That's exactly what I want."
Tuesday night. The Manchester road. 49 hours left.
"Why are you driving so fast?" Rosemary asked.
"Because I need to get where I'm going quickly. Does it
Which was true. She knew he was in complete control of that
white BMW as it flashed along the mountainside roads like a
The only question that Rosemary asked herself now was: Where
is he taking me?
Wednesday morning. A coastal road. 37 hours left.
The only breaks in driving were brief stops at service
stations. Twice they stopped for him to sleep. Then he'd sleep
in the reclined driver's seat for precisely one hour.
Sometimes she wondered with a feeling that she couldn't decide
was a thrill or panic whether he'd stop the car in a remote
spot and order her to take off her clothes. Nothing she could
do would prevent what might happen then.
Excerpted from Darker
by Simon Clark
Copyright © 2002 by Simon Clark.
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This book was so scary it gave me nightmares, but I couldn't put it down. It hooked me from the first page. It was very graphic. Plenty of gore. The invisible beast literally crushed anything and everything in its path. I like gory supernatural horrors, action-packed nail biters, and techno-thrillers. They're not boring like love stories. I like books with action. No cheesy, mushy, sappy romance novels for me.
A stranger asks Rosemary Snow if she wants the kind of power that will make people do anything for her and she says yes. They drive to a distant area and something invisible but monstrous and huge comes to where the teen is. The stranger drives away and Rosemary is taken to the hospital badly injured.------ After months of non-stop work, Richard Young takes a vacation planning to do nothing but lounge around the house. All that changes when a bloody Michael arrives on the scene. He asks the family for help and although they try to aid him, the invisible Beastie keeps following them killing everyone that gets in its way. At one time the Beastie was inside Michael in a symbiotic relationship where it got to experience life and Michael got to have power and sways people¿s opinions due to the charisma that is a by-product of the symbiosis. When Michael came to England, the Beastie separated itself from him but he has a devised a plan that involves Richard¿s daughter Amy getting the Beastie back under his control. Richard with the help of Rosemary intends to stop Michael or die trying.------ Anyone who wants to read a big thick juicy horror novel that will snare the reader so much that they will want to go to sleep with all the lights on will definitely love DARKER. Simon Clark taps into the primal fears of his audience yet there are scenes when Michael seems like an ordinary man which makes him all the more frightening. If ever a book deserves a Bram Stoker award nomination, this is one that does.--- Harriet Klausner