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@dark-libraries
I guess Barnes & Noble carries Valancourt's Paperbacks from Hell reprints now, which is good, bc it's wild to encounter a book that looks like Hell Hound by Ken Greenhall in a bookstore in 2024, but also in context it's funny to have the horror table right behind ones for romantasy and Sarah J Maas. It's 2024 and there's one step between Heartstopper and Let's Go Play at the Adams'
Without Warning, 1981, by Fern Michaels (a prolific romance novelist whose Wikipedia page doesn't even list this one, lol)
When I first started looking for old horror paperbacks, this wasn't the first one I bought, but it was the first one that awakened me to the joys hiding in the racks. This one was in the lobby of a second-floor bookstore, who had lined the entryway and stairs up with shelves of cheap paperbacks; the delight I felt when I reached in to look at this one and saw SANTA HOLDING A BOMB is indescribable.
The cover is literal, too: this is a book about a psychic girl hunting a killer mall Santa. There's an entire middle passage where she goes and lives in his house for a few hours, which turns out to be irrelevant, bc it's a psychic impression left in another person's photo that cracks the case. There's also a memorable vignette about a sick little kid across the street begging to go to the mall to meet Santa seeing him leaving the bombs on the roof, and waving to him cheerfully
SPOILER ALERT: in a shocking twist, they fail to stop the Santa, and the mall is bombed. Lots of children are dead but a cop's wife had her baby so it all balances out, probably
Still adore this weird ass cover. Dig the dead cat floating inches off the ground. Dig the evil child. Dig the giant alien-from-V head in the background. Dig the NES-adventure-game ass room. And the glorious title SATAN SUBLETS.
Love how it doesn't exist in good quality anywhere online since only like five people have ever found this book, & I'm so glad one of them was Grady Hendrix, so he could include it in Paperbacks from Hell & do a review revealing how it's dedicated to a liquor store
Extremely 70s ads from late 70s/early 80s paperbacks