From malevolent snowmen to Father Christmas - with a difference ... Chris Priestley is on absolute top form in these atmospheric, clever and thoroughly chilling stories. Add a new kind of thrill to the fluffiest of seasons with seven brilliantly conceived examples of why you'd better be good at Chri
Christmas Tales of Terror
โ Scribed by Priestley, Chris
- Book ID
- 108125291
- Publisher
- Bloomsbury Publishing
- Year
- 2012
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 811 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781408838402
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โฆ Synopsis
From malevolent snowmen to Father Christmas - with a difference ... Chris Priestley is on absolute top form in these atmospheric, clever and thoroughly chilling stories. Add a new kind of thrill to the fluffiest of seasons with seven brilliantly conceived examples of why you'd better be good at Christmas time. For stories which can be enjoyed by the whole family, unwrap these perfectly formed festive tales of terror, each with a gripping yarn and genius twist. Singing carols may never seem quite the same again ... especially after dark.
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