title: VideoHound's Horror Show: 999 Hair-Raising, Hellish and Humorous Movies
author:  Mike Mayo 
description: As author Mike Mayo points out in his introduction to <i>VideoHound's Horror Show</i>, "We've gone from the darkened movie house to the darkened den and the VCR, but our emotions and expectations of horror have not changed." For the benefit of the den dwellers, Mayo has assembled a lively and functional guide that covers "the scariest, funniest, dopiest, and most unclassifiable" horror films on video. In addition to the obvious classics of the genre, <i>Horror Show</i> covers relatively obscure pictures, as well as foreign, made-for-TV, and cult entries. There are some rather surprising inclusions, such as <i><a href="/exec/obidos/ASIN/0792833171/${0}">The Wizard of Oz</a></i> or <i><a href="/exec/obidos/ASIN/6300274268/${0}">Alice in Wonderland</a></i>, and some equally surprising ratings (<i><a href="/exec/obidos/ASIN/6304680724/${0}">Plan 9 from Outer Space</a></i> gets 3 bones?), but Mayo makes a good case for their presence. Several dozen sidebars profile important performers and directors or trace trends in horror throughout the decades; quotations and black-and-white photos are sprinkled liberally throughout.
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  The Dresden Files
  
  
  Death Masks
  
  
  By Jim Butcher
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ##  Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water.
  Orange juice and toothpaste.
  
  
  Wizards and television.
  
  
  Spotlights glared into my eyes. The heat of them threatened to make me sweat
  streaks through the pancake makeup some harried stagehand had slapped on me a
  few minutes before. Lights on top of cameras started winking on, the talk-show
  theme song began to play, and the studio audience began to chant, "Lah-REE,
  Lah-REE, Lah-REE!"
  
  
  Larry Fowler, a short man in an immaculate suit, appeared from the doors at
  the rear of the studio and began walking to the stage, flashing his porcelain
  smile and shaking the hands of a dozen people seated at the ends of their rows
  as he passed them. The audience whistled and cheered as he did. The noise made
  me fli