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An ancient, powerful, and vengeful spirit attempts to reenter the world through the body of a terrified young woman in this horror classic.

Phony psychic and conman Harry Erskine never really believed in the occult until Karen Tandy approached him with a rapidly growing tumor on her neck, complaining of dark and disturbing dreams. When the mass is revealed by doctors to contain something living, the stakes skyrocket--not only for Karen and Harry but for all humanity.

Something terrible is returning from the shadows to which it has been confined for centuries--a Native American monstrosity determined to destroy every vestige of the white race that oppressed and preyed upon America's Indians. And unless a motley group of ill-prepared defenders can harness an ancient native magic, there will be no stopping the malevolent shaman's terrible rebirth--and no escaping the wholesale carnage it will engender.

The Manitou introduced the great Graham Masterton to the canon of horror, instantly placing him among the genre's elite. A longtime favorite for its bold originality, unrelenting creepiness, supernatural shocks, and otherworldly surprises that would have made H. P. Lovecraft proud, Masterton's classic continues to stand tall alongside Stephen King's Carrie, Peter Straub's Ghost Story, and other unforgettable literary horror debuts.

No one believed little Toby Fenner when he described the man in his wardrobe. A man whose face seemed to grow from the very wood. People smiled when Toby insisted he heard voices begging him for help. Until one day Toby woke up as someone else... And by then, things had gone too far to stop the return of a timeless, malignant force with a burning mission of vengeance for events centuries in the past. The Manitou had been vanquished once before. This time he would not fail. This time evil reborn returned triumphant...

Graham Masterton's The Manitou marked in a milestone in leading occult bestsellers. Now the acclaimed master of horror has returned with a spine-tingling sequel steeped in blood-chilling terror.

First published in 1991, this is the story of New York City. Friday night. Untouched by anything visible, Mrs Greenberg's furniture starts to slide across the room - and however hard she tries, she can't move it back.

Harry Erskine, self-taught fortune teller, agrees to investigate - but soon realises that Mrs Greenberg's moving furniture is just the beginning of a nightmare, for it is being drawn by the same inexorable force which drags us all to the grave.

City by city, America is on the brink of falling into the abyss - women and children, streets and buildings - one and all brought thundering and screaming into the dominion of the dead...

In one of the hottest summers for decades, New York City is swept by a strange and terrible epidemic. Doctors are helpless as victims fall prey to a bizarre blood disorder. They can no longer eat solid food, they become hypersensitive to sunlight and they have an irresistible need to drink human blood.

As panic grips the city, psychic Harry Erskine must enter the shadowy realms between the living and the dead, and call on America's native spirits to help him...

Misquamacus is back... - The President of the United States is suddenly struck blind. Thousands more people mysteriously lose their sight, and America descends into chaos. Self-styled mystic Harry Erskine is telling fortunes in Miami when his friend Amelia Crusoe calls on him for help. Algonquin medicine man Misquamacus has come back to life to seek a final revenge for the massacre of his people. But, this time, the odds of beating Misquamacus are suicidal indeed .

Virus expert Anna Grey is disturbed when a dying patient is wheeled past her lab vomiting fountains of blood and screaming like a banshee. To make matters worse, when she examines the man's corpse, she could swear she hears him whisper: 'Get it out of me.' John Patrick Bridges is dead. He's definitely dead. But if he's dead--how is he talking?

Anna wonders if she's going mad. But then a second man haemorrhages and dies; yet Anna hears him whisper, 'Please help me.'

There is no such thing as demons, Anna tells herself. But cynical fortune-teller Harry Erskine knows otherwise and a series of extremely disturbing events are forcing him from his Miami home towards the bereaved Anna, who as yet has little idea of the evil she is facing...