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Mirror Image

"Horror the way it should be written." Brian Lumley

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In an auction house in London, there is a mirror no one will buy. Standing seven feet tall and reaching four feet across, its size makes it unusual. Its horrific powers make it extraordinary. For centuries, the mirror has fed off of the lives of humans, giving them agonizing deaths and sucking their souls into its hellish world.

When Jonathan Frazer, the wealthy owner of a furniture and antiques shop in Los Angeles, buys the mirror at an auction, he believes he is getting the bargain of a lifetime. With its age and size, it is easily worth eight times what he paid for it. At this point, the mirror has sat dormant for years. But within days of Jonathan's purchase, the deaths begin again. One employee is crushed when the mirror falls on top of him. A few days later, the corpse of another is found in front of the mirror, brutally stabbed. A third is burned beyond all recognition. All the while, an enormous man with a scarred face is following Jonathan, demanding that he give him the mirror and killing any police officer that gets in his way.

The police are becoming desperate. As the death toll rises, Jonathan himself becomes a suspect. He knows there is something wrong with the mirror. He knows it's dangerous. But he cannot bring himself to get rid of it. Every day he becomes more and more captivated by the mirror, for the mirror is awakening and its powers are resurfacing.


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"The glass was cold against her naked flesh.
She turned her face slightly, pressing her cheeks against its coolness feeling its sensuous touch against her breasts, belly and thighs. She shuddered, spreading her arms wide to clutch the edge of the plain wooden frame, opening her legs, pushing her groin up against the mirrors moist surface.
She felt her nipples hardening, her breathing quickening as the heat bloomed in her stomach.
“Forever and ever? She whispered.
The shadowy figure behind her barely glimpsed in the mirrors dull surface – moved closer. “Forever and ever, unchanging, unchanged. I swear it.”
“Yesssss,” she hissed. She closed her eyes, visualizing herself spread-eagled up against the mirror. Her heart began pounding with ever increasing force, throbbing against the glass, and the heat moved down into her groin, rippling through her muscles…
At the precise moment her orgasm took her, arching her body, the thin sliver of sharpened stone ripped through her throat.
Ultimate pleasure became absolute pain…"




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