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Cycle of the Werewolf
by Stephen King
Publisher: New American Library Trade
Published: Apr 1985 (Paperback)

 

 

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Dedication

In memory of Davis Grubb, and all the voices of Glory

First Line

Somewhere, high above, the moon shines down, fat and full -- but here, in Tarker's Mills, a January blizzard has choked the sky with snow.

About the Book

The first scream came from the snowbound railwayman who felt the fangs ripping at his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her snug bedroom.
Now scenes of unbelieving horror come each time the full moon shines on the isolated Maine town of Tarker Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next. But one thing is sure.

When the moon grows fat, a paralyzing fear sweeps through Tarker Mills. For snarls that sound like human words can be heard whining through the wind. And all around are the footprints of a monster whose hunger cannot be sated... Cycle of the Werewolf

Reviews

What can it be that's terrorizing a small town by the light of the full moon? The answer is a werewolf! Originally supposed to be a calender, this turned into a wonderful trade paperback/video production by the master of horror. The first scream came from the snowbound railwayman who felt the fangs ripping at his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her snug bedroom. Now scenes of unbelieving horror come each time the full moon shines on the isolated Maine town of Tarker Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next. But one thing is sure. When the moon grows fat, a paralyzing fear sweeps through Tarker Mills. For snarls that sound like human words can be heard whining through the wind. And all around are the footprints of a monster whose hunger cannot be sated...





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