Michel Parry

Michel Parry (1947–2014) was a Belgian-born anthologist, screenwriter and author. He also wrote and edited under many aliases. Quotes as Michel Parry At this point, a few words on this term 'horror' are perhaps called for. Some amateurs of this kind of literature engage in endless hairsplitting disputes, centered around this word and its close companion 'terror', as to which stories may so be categorized and which may not, and whether or not descriptions such as weird or fantasy or macabre are preferable. The designation 'horror', with its connotations of revulsion, satisfies me no more than it does the purists but I believe that it is the only term which embraces all the stories in this collection and which succinctly suggests to the majority of readers what is in store for them. Horror then, in this instance, covers tales of the Supernatural and of physical terror, of ghosts and necromancy and of inhuman violence and all the dark corners and crevices of human belief and behaviour that lie in between. Introduction to Reign of Terror: The First Corgi Book of Great Victorian Horror Stories (Great Britain: Corgi Books, 1976), "An Age of Horror", p. 10 Quotes as Steve Lee "I'm gonna pain you, Sloane," he said. "Not your body... Not yet. Most like you can take that... No, I'm gonna pain you where it hurts most — up here!"Carmello tapped his skull.He turned to Kathie, nodded to the brutish Mongolian behind her. "Khan, she's yours."With a slobbering grin, Khan circled his big hands round her neck. He began to choke her. . . .Khan slowly tightened the pressure on the girl’s throat. It seemed to give him immense pleasure. Kathie’s eyes appealed to Sloane for help. She retched...Sloane watched her slowly die, his entire body quivering with emotion. He strained against the ropes binding him to the corral fence, pulling on them, trying to snap them. The rope scorched into his skin.Kathie's life was ebbing fast. Desperately, she stared at Sloane, trying to tell him things with her eyes, things that might have been. She made noises in her throat... Unpleasant thick-tongued noises.Veins pulsed on Sloane's forehead. His muscles trembled with effort. But the ropes held.Kathie's young-girl prettiness was squeezed out of her face. It became bloodless, bluish. Her tongue pushed from her mouth."Kathie!"Her legs sagged beneath her. The life in her eyes flickered and died.Khan dropped the limp body like a sack of garbage. He wiped his hands together, showing satisfaction at a job well done. Sloane, Fastest Fist in the West (London: Futura, 1974), ch. 11, p. 145 External links Q62612999 Category:1947 births Category:2014 deaths Category:Novelists from Belgium Category:Immigrants to the United Kingdom