Charles L. Grant

Gideon Sunday, an ex-semi-professional American Football player, goes to his pantry to retrieve an awful bottle of his (dead) sister's fruit preserves. When he gets there, he discovers a meadow in his pantry. He closes the door, takes a few breaths, and begins to investigate with as much sanity...

Mars vs. New Jersey! IT is big. IT is ugly. IT has a heat ray and a bad disposition. IT is, in short, the worst thing to happen to New Jersey since the last election. Nothing can stop IT. Not the army. Not the scientist. Not the preacher. Not even a cute little girl and her dog. Only one man can...

When Gideon Sunday is handed a ball, he takes it and runs. Unfortunately, the game this unemployed football player has found himself in will probably get him killed. The minute he stepped through his pantry door into the magical land of Chey, Gideon Sunday knew that the last thing he ever wanted...

Book Three of the Quest for the White Duck. Gideon Sunday, an ex-football player who found himself mysteriously transported to the magical world of Chey, must find a way to stop Agnes, the evil wife of the sorcerer Wamchu...

He's out of sight...and out of his mind! Don't look now, but a mad scientist has discovered the secret of (temporary) invisibility. He's not planning to sneak into the movies, either. He's mad, remember? He wants...revenge! It doesn't take a genius to see right through the faded fiend's...

To his neighbors in the sleepy hamlet of Inverness, New Jersey, Lincoln Blackthorne is a tailor. Far from major population centers, highways, airports, or trains, Inverness is just about the last place you’d expect to find an international soldier of fortune and treasure hunter. But that’s...

We've all seen them - the broken-down car by the side of the road, mutely signaling for help from passing drivers...the stubborn tail-gater who follows too close, for too long...the wild driver who weaves through lanes on a crowded highway...the driver who causes accidents but is never a victim...

Personal: Single green she-beast seeks single man. Color, creed, species not important. Down on the bayou, folks called the creature Zergopha. It had been around for quite a spell, slithering through the swamp, chowing down on the odd tourist here and there. Lately, though, it seemed to be...

A pain in the neck He turns into a bat. Drinks the blood of the living. And never pays income taxes. He's the Vampire Lamar, and since he's come to New England, the body count's been rising every time he rises. But even eternal nightlife can take on a chill without companionship. The unholy...

There goes the neighborhood. The housing market is depressed. But not as depressed as anyone who spends a night at 668 Langford Place. The decaying mansion next door - number 666 - will soon see the return of Bog-Muggoth, an ancient, evil demon that makes the Amityville Horror seem like Casper...

A piece of tail.... That's what Farren Upshire wants…. Well, actually, he wants the whole tail, taken from a legendary Arabian stallion called Knight. The tail is a talisman with magic powers, among them some curative ones, and Upshire has some problems that need curing…an overabundance...