Tooth and Nailed
Georgie Allen – Cape Town’s most down-at-heel lawyer – is back, and this time he’s … Well, actually, he’s doing just fine. That is if fine can be classified as taking on a case for a promiscuous professor who may or may not have murdered one of his students, dealing with South Africa’s first gay divorce, and coping with feelings of inadequacythanks to the hotshot attorney he’s hired to pick up the slack at his office. On the upside, his relationship with the Witch, his sharp-talking ex lover, is on a better footing, but that’s only because she’s unaware of his burgeoning relationship with her clerk, Carmen.
But Georgie’s messy love life and even messier practice are put into perspective when he receives a panicked call from his brother, gung-ho game ranger, Greg. One of Greg’s clients – a twelve-year-old child – has been blinded in a horrific hyena attack, and the victim’s parents are accusing Greg of negligence. With his brother’s career on the line, Georgie heads into the Botswanan bush to investigate, accompanied by his ever-present sidekick, feisty Scottish Advocate Patrick McLennan (aka the Poison Dwarf). While there, the twosome face adversaries even the Poison Dwarf finds hard to handle, and Georgie finds out that the courtroom isn’t the only place where his adversaries like to fight dirty.
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The Mall by SL Grey
Warning: The Mall will chill your blood, pump your adrenaline, and leave an imprint on your brain. Don’t expect any sleep once you’ve turned the page…
Dan works at a bookstore in a deadly dull shopping mall where nothing ever happens. He’s an angsty emo-kid who sells mid-list books to mid-list people for the minimum wage. He hates his job.
Rhoda has dragged her babysitting charge to the mall so she can meet her dealer and score some coke. Now the kid’s run off, and she has two hours to find him. She hates her life.
Rhoda bullies Dan into helping her search, but as they explore the neon-lit corridors behind the mall, disturbing text messages lure them into the bowels of the building, where old mannequins are stored in grave-like piles and raw sewage drips off the ceiling. The only escape is down, and before long Dan and Rhoda are trapped in a service lift listening to head-splitting musak. Worst of all, the lift’s not stopping at the bottom floor.
Plummeting into the earth, Dan and Rhoda enter a sinister underworld that mirrors their worst fears. Forced to complete a series of twisted tasks to find their way out, they finally emerge into the brightly lit food court, sick with relief at the banal sight of people shopping and eating. But something feels different. Why are the shoppers all pumped full of silicone? Why are the shop assistants chained to their counters? And why is a cafe called McColon’s selling lumps of bleeding meat? Just when they think they’ve made it back to the mall, they realise their nightmare has only just begun…
The Mall is perfect for fans of cool cult films like “Fight Club”, “The Cube”, “Trainspotting” or “28 Days Later”, as well as fans of gory horror films like “Saw” and “Hostel”, and also for readers of contemporary horror novels like “Let the Right One In” or “The Graveyard Book”, and for fans of Clive Barker or Stephen King.
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Deadlands by Lily Herne
Ten years after Cape Town was destroyed in the War with the living dead, zombies ramble free in Cape Town’s suburbs (known as the Deadlands), and the remaining living are either in fenced in on farms or in urban shantytowns.
The living are watched over by the mysteriously robed Guardians, a race of humanoid figures who appeared at the end of the War and who keep the living dead at bay, albeit for a steep price. Every year the Guardians stage a human Lottery and select five aspiring teenagers to be whisked out of the enclave for a secret purpose. To be one of the chosen five is a highly sought after and prestigious accolade.
No one (yet) knows why it is that the Guardians prize teenage bodies so highly, how they control the zombies or what they look like under the robes that cover their bodies…