Isbn: 9798235444737 - at the threshold of the abyss (lovecraftian space horrors) (8 risultati)

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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. The ocean is not empty. It is patient.On the remote colony world of Wianig 105, a nameless laborer endures a living purgatory. The air chokes with the stench of sweet rot. The red ocean stretches to every horizon. And from the shoreline, strange amphibian creatures watch the research compound with depthless black eyes-silent, waiting, never blinking.When the expedition's scientists discover ancient structures far beneath the crimson sea, the laborer is forced aboard a decaying vessel bound for the abyss. As the ship descends through miles of crushing darkness, the crew begins to change. Dreams bleed into waking. A strange black infection spreads from an old wound. And something vast-something that has slept beneath the ocean floor since before the first stars-is beginning to stir.What waits at the bottom is not a ruin. It is not dead. And it has been expecting them.Told in the form of a found journal, this visceral Lovecraftian horror drags the reader into the lightless depths alongside its narrator-a man with no name, no rank, and no escape. For readers who loved the claustrophobic dread of William Hope Hodgson's The House on the Borderland, the body horror of John Carpenter's The Thing, and the cosmic indifference of Laird Barron.The descent is only the beginning. The abyss has an appetite. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. The ocean is not empty. It is patient.On the remote colony world of Wianig 105, a nameless laborer endures a living purgatory. The air chokes with the stench of sweet rot. The red ocean stretches to every horizon. And from the shoreline, strange amphibian creatures watch the research compound with depthless black eyes-silent, waiting, never blinking.When the expedition's scientists discover ancient structures far beneath the crimson sea, the laborer is forced aboard a decaying vessel bound for the abyss. As the ship descends through miles of crushing darkness, the crew begins to change. Dreams bleed into waking. A strange black infection spreads from an old wound. And something vast-something that has slept beneath the ocean floor since before the first stars-is beginning to stir.What waits at the bottom is not a ruin. It is not dead. And it has been expecting them.Told in the form of a found journal, this visceral Lovecraftian horror drags the reader into the lightless depths alongside its narrator-a man with no name, no rank, and no escape. For readers who loved the claustrophobic dread of William Hope Hodgson's The House on the Borderland, the body horror of John Carpenter's The Thing, and the cosmic indifference of Laird Barron.The descent is only the beginning. The abyss has an appetite. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. The ocean is not empty. It is patient.On the remote colony world of Wianig 105, a nameless laborer endures a living purgatory. The air chokes with the stench of sweet rot. The red ocean stretches to every horizon. And from the shoreline, strange amphibian creatures watch the research compound with depthless black eyes-silent, waiting, never blinking.When the expedition's scientists discover ancient structures far beneath the crimson sea, the laborer is forced aboard a decaying vessel bound for the abyss. As the ship descends through miles of crushing darkness, the crew begins to change. Dreams bleed into waking. A strange black infection spreads from an old wound. And something vast-something that has slept beneath the ocean floor since before the first stars-is beginning to stir.What waits at the bottom is not a ruin. It is not dead. And it has been expecting them.Told in the form of a found journal, this visceral Lovecraftian horror drags the reader into the lightless depths alongside its narrator-a man with no name, no rank, and no escape. For readers who loved the claustrophobic dread of William Hope Hodgson's The House on the Borderland, the body horror of John Carpenter's The Thing, and the cosmic indifference of Laird Barron.The descent is only the beginning. The abyss has an appetite. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The ocean is not empty. It is patient.On the remote colony world of Wianig 105, a nameless laborer endures a living purgatory. The air chokes with the stench of sweet rot. The red ocean stretches to every horizon. And from the shoreline, strange amphibian creatures watch the research compound with depthless black eyes-silent, waiting, never blinking.When the expedition's scientists discover ancient structures far beneath the crimson sea, the laborer is forced aboard a decaying vessel bound for the abyss. As the ship descends through miles of crushing darkness, the crew begins to change. Dreams bleed into waking. A strange black infection spreads from an old wound. And something vast-something that has slept beneath the ocean floor since before the first stars-is beginning to stir.What waits at the bottom is not a ruin. It is not dead. And it has been expecting them.Told in the form of a found journal, this visceral Lovecraftian horror drags the reader into the lightless depths alongside its narrator-a man with no name, no rank, and no escape. For readers who loved the claustrophobic dread of William Hope Hodgson's The House on the Borderland, the body horror of John Carpenter's The Thing, and the cosmic indifference of Laird Barron.The descent is only the beginning. The abyss has an appetite.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. At the Threshold of the Abyss | Vincent Knight | Taschenbuch | Lovecraftian Space Horrors | Englisch | 2026 | Vincent Knight | EAN 9798235444737 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.…