Authors: Edward Lee
Slither
| Slither |
| Lee, Edward |
| Leisure Books (2006) |
SUMMARY:
A species of worms that can reach thirty feet long has begun attacking--and feeding on--the residents of a remote island.
trichinosis worm is one of nature's most revolting parasites. Certain
types of this tiny worm alter a host's DNA by injecting a virus which
mutates the reproductive system. This forces the host to bear the
worm's young. Typically these worms are never longer than a few
millimeters. But guess what? Now there's a subspecies that's thirty
feet long...
When Nora and her team arrive at the island, she
expects a routine zoological excursion...but it doesn't take her long to
realize they're not alone. Are her lurid sexual dreams making her
paranoid...or is she being watched? The dead bodies they find are bad
enough, but then her own team members begin to disappear, and when they
return, they've...changed. Indeed, there are other people on the
island...along with something else far worse.
"The living legend of literary mayhem. Read him if
you dare!"
-Richard Laymon, author of The Cellar
"Edward Lee's writing is fast and mean as a chain
saw revved to full-tilt boogie."
-Jack Ketchum, author of Off Season
"Lee pulls no punches."
Fangoria
"The hardest of the hardcore horror writers."
-Cemetery Dance
"Lee excels with his creativity and almost trademark
depictions of violence and gruesomeness."
-Horror World
"I found the hose!" Howie bellowed, running back
around the corner. He held the long length in one hand.
"fiam it o-" But then he stopped.
"Howie," Leona said with the sickest feeling in her
life churning in her belly. "That isn't the hose..."
It hung limp until the moment she'd said that, almost
as if it had sensed the trigger of Howie's fear. His eyes
snapped down...
Then the "hose" began to move...
Vaguely pink, glistening skin. About an inch thick. It
extended from his hand, behind him, its other end still
on the other side of the shack. Howie tried to drop the
grotesque thing but it was already too late for that. In
the space of that synaptic second, the creature energized
and wrapped around Howie's upper torso-
Then Howie was dressed in the thing, wearing it like
a corselet. His scream was severed when more of its
length coiled about his neck. Howie fell over.
His eyes still registered images as his vision clouded,
and then the thing's head made itself plain: slightly
tapered, less like asnake and more like a worm.
A pink hole dilated-a mouth opening?-then a
thinner pink tube of something fleshy slipped out and-
"Howie!" Leona screamed.
-slithered down Howie's throat.
THE BACKWOODS
FLESH GOTHIC
MESSENGER
INFERNAL ANGEL
MONSTROSITY
CITY INFERNAL
EDWARD
LEE
