Bücher von Jonathan Raab

When the arrest of known moonshiner (and possible alien abductee) Larry "Bucky" Green goes south, several cops are left dead and Bucky goes on the run. His latest batch of moonshine is driving the locals mad-literally. Anyone who drinks it falls victim to some terrible form of mind control. They start tearing each other apart and building strange altars to forgotten gods. Strange lights in the sky, mob violence, militarized police, creatures from beyond time and space, and sinister government agencies descend on the idyllic autumn countryside, sowing chaos and terror in their wake. Only the paranoid Sheriff Cecil Kotto-who also happens to be the host of a popular conspiracy theory radio show-has any clue about the truth behind it all. He recruits a new deputy and joins forces with an ambitious public access television reporter to track down Bucky and stop the apocalypse from kicking off. Who's behind the evil of the age? FEMA? The Illuminati? Reptilians? Aliens? The Red Cross? Secret societies? The DHS? The CIA? The EPA? The Council on Foreign Relations? The Trilateral Commission? Only Sheriff Kotto and his team can find out. Only they can stop...The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre "A rollicking, helluva good ride! Soaked in unashamed craziness, bathed in cursed hooch and all things secret and wrong. Terrifying, funny, and whip smart. Keep your eye on Raab. His arrival draws near. Sheriff Cecil Kotto is a hero for the ages."- Mer Whinery, author of The Little Dixie Horror Show and Phantasmagoria Blues "With Xacto-sharp prose, more than a few helpings of dry wit, and a keen eye for Weird Madness, Jonathan Raab has concocted a conspiracy-rich tale that builds to a booming crescendo. Unpredictable, compulsively readable, and crackling with deranged energy, The Hillbilly Moonshine Massacre is the work of an electric imagination." - Matthew M. Bartlett, author of Gateways to Abomination and The Witch-Cult in Western Massachusetts

New Camlough Studios is making a horror movie about bloodsucking freaks, one harkening back to the Gothic horror classics of old. When a down-on-his-luck defense contractor accepts a position as the production's head of security, he discovers that the on-camera terrors are nothing compared to the real thing. Something blood-hungry haunts the forest... Something the producers may have known about from the start. What follows is a hallucinogenic descent into the fog-shrouded, blood-soaked, fang-punctured world of cinema-as-sorcery, archetypal horrors, and subliminal systems of control.