Professional liar, AKA author Paul Tremblay's web bio declares: "Paul is very truthful and declarative in his bios. He once gained three inches of height in a single twelve hour period, and he does not have a uvula. His second toe is longer than his big toe, and yes, on both feet. He has a master’s degree in mathematics, teaches AP Calculus, and once made twenty-seven three pointers in a row. He enjoys reading The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher aloud in a faux-British accent to children. He is also reading this bio aloud, now, with the same accent." The Cabin at the End of the World is currently spotlighted at Rob's Featured Nightmares.
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Terror goes domestic in this gripping home-invasion thriller from the Bram Stoker Award-winning author of HEAD FULL OF GHOSTS. When the four cultists of the apocalypse capture seven-year-old Wen and her two fathers, they give the family a horrifying ultimatum: sacrifice one of their own, or the world will end. The reluctant captors, brought together by cataclysmic visions, compulsively check death-watches that count down to extinction. The invaders are all-too human, desperate and frayed, trapped like Abraham and Isaac in the Biblical tale. Pressure-cooker tension builds as the family fights to survive, forcing the cultists to appease God with gruesome determination. A television reveals the horrors unleashed upon the world, but is the family’s defiance of God breaking the seven seals, or is awful coincidence greasing the cultists’ wheels? Would you sacrifice your family to save the world, if refusal meant there’d be no world to save at all? Tremblay is a master of ambiguity, and if you like safe books, this one’s not for you. CABIN AT THE END OF THE WORLD is a gut-punch of a novel, where believing is seeing, not the other way around. —R.J. Crowther Jr.