One in every of 2012's HWA Lifetime success Award Winners, Rick Hautala had a writing occupation that spanned greater than 3 a long time. From Moondeath, his first novel released in 1980, to the republication of his best-selling novel The White Room (DRP, 2012), his novels and brief tales have entertained hundreds of thousands of readers worldwide.
Glimpses, a career-spanning "best of" assortment brings jointly twenty-four tales, together with 8 from every one of Rick Hautala's critically-acclaimed collections Bedbugs and coffee Demons, and 8 formerly uncollected tales.
gains unique disguise art and eight inside illustrations by means of artist Glenn Chadbourne.
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