Can it be true that God demands a terrible price of those He has gifted with great creativity? Giacomo Cassano, little known mentor of Dante, thought so. He held other beliefs too - beliefs that the Church found so abhorrent they had Cassano blinded and his tongue cut out to silence him forever.
Bestselling biographer Megan Hunter's new book about Cassano looks set to be as successful as her previous biographies of Caravaggio and Dante. As she embarks on a publicity tour, Megan finds her book attracting attention for the wrong reasons when her editor is found horrifically murdered. It is a classic locked-room mystery. The only pieces of evidence are the destroyed remains of Megan Hunter's Cassano biography and the latest blockbuster by horror writer John Paxton. But there is nothing to link the two authors. Nothing but another murder. And another.
And a secret beyond the belief of even Cassano himself ...
Shaun Hutson is a bestselling author of horror fiction and has written novels under eight different pseudonyms. He has also contributed stories to `Kerrang' and `Raw' and used to host Sky TV's `Monsters of Rock' programme.
DYING WORDS is the latest novel from the under-rated master of horror, and rest assured it's another gnawingly scary addition to the canon . . . Hutson's writing is oddly addictive, and over the years he seems to have developed something of a winning formula as far as page turners go. DYING WORDS is no exception. Harrowing and horrific in places, it is only slightly let down by the unlikely revelation at its climax: the mystery is so enjoyable that you actually forget you're reading a straight horror yarn until the supernatural element of the book leaps out at you and goes "urgh!".
If you want pacy, explicit, edge-of-the-seat storytelling, Hutson is always a good bet. Great fun.
One of the best fiction books of the year
Shaun Hutson is significantly better than many other Brits. His short, cliffhanger-capped chapters propel you through the story at pace; Hutson takes us, breathless, over the finish line at a point where King or Koontz would still be doing their stretchi