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The second one e-book within the Year's top Horror tales series.

1. Gerald W. web page - Thirst
2. Brian Lumley - David's Worm
3. Gary Brandner - the cost of A Demon
4. Basil Copper - The Knocker on the Portico
5. Steve Chapman - The Throwaway Man
6. Rosemary Timperley - the girl With The Mauve Face
7. Ronald Blythe - Shadows Of The Living
8. Robert Block - The Animal Fair
9. J. Ramsey Campbell - Napier Court
10. T. ok. Brown III - Haunts Of The Very Rich

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