The clock strikes midnight. It's April 8, 1994, and twenty-four hours of
terror begin in a town on the California coast:
12:03 A.M.: In a quiet cemetery, a man throws beer bottles at his lost
love's tombstone. Graveyard baseball is the name of the game. The pitcher
hasn't thrown a baseball or a bottle since he graduated high school in 1976,
but his concentration is perfect, his control unmatched... until someone
disturbs the game, and the pitcher explodes in a violent fury.
1:12 A.M.: A secretive photographer climbs the stairs of his basement
studio. Shadows drift across the cool green felt of a pool table in his
living room. A young woman waits for him in the darkness. She is naked, her
skin ghost-white, and her cold laughter stirs memories of a terrible night
1:38 A.M.: A wealthy thirty-five-year-old woman leaves her young lover's
apartment, thinking of the husband she plans to divorce. Outside she meets a
man from her past... a man from 1976 with a camera in his hands and a
twisted blackmail scheme in his heart.
3:31 A.M.: A battered pick-up truck bashes through the gates of an abandoned
drive-in theater. Five members of the class of '76 project an old home movie
that hides bitter secrets from the past... secrets that will forever change
So begins Slippin' Into Darkness, a wild ride of terror combining the
relentless suspense of Thomas Harris, the moody atmosphere of Twin Peaks,
and the sad longing of a Bruce Springsteen ballad. But ultimately this book
is Norman Partridge, writing with the gloves off, taking horror and suspense
in a direction all his own.