terror

As the grey light of dawn filtered through the ancient windows of the Carpathian castle, young Jonathan Harker found himself shivering against the cold stone of his chamber. A sense of dread hung heavy in the air, woven into the very tapestries that clung to the walls. He was in the home of Count Dracula, a man - or so he thought - steeped in tales of the macabre and the supernatural.

In the gloom of the night, Alex Cross, the distinguished detective, was seated on his sofa, engrossed in thoughts about his nemesis, Kyle Craig. The phantom threat of Craig, a serial killer also known as 'The Mastermind', had started looming over the city again. Rumours had been circulating that he had escaped custody, sending chills down the spine of Washington D.C.

In the space she knew as the entirety of her world, Ma whispered comforting words to Jack, her five-year-old son. They lay on the creaky bed in 'Room', their world being an eleven-by-eleven-foot square. The room, furnished barely with a bed, a toilet, a wardrobe, a kitchen sink, and the omnipresent skylight, had been their cage for as long as Jack could remember.