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By Ray Russell

Horror legend Ray Russell’s haunting and macabre tales, together with “perhaps the best instance of the fashionable Gothic ever written” (Stephen King), with a foreword through acclaimed filmmaker Guillermo del Toro
 
Haunted Castles is the definitive, whole number of Ray Russell’s masterful Gothic horror tales, together with the famously terrifying novella trio of “Sardonicus,” “Sanguinarius,” and “Sagittarius.” The characters that sprawl through Haunted Castles are frightful to the middle: the heartless monster retaining fanatics in limbo; the gorgeous dame touring down a damned highway towards depravity (with the aid of an evil gypsy); the guy who needs to put on his deadly crimes on his face within the type of an lousy smile. Engrossing, ugly, and fully entrancing, Russell’s Gothic stories are the easiest type of dreadful.
 
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