Studio of Screams

RETURN IF YOU DARE TO THE HEYDAY OF HORROR . . .
To the era of British cinema when the bywords for terror and the celluloid supernatural were Hammer Films, Amicus Productions, and Blythewood the Studio of Screams (as the News of the World dubbed it in 1965).
Here, as never permitted before, are the authorised novelizations of four Blythewood classic horror films. Forgotten by some. Unforgettable to many. To chill your spine from the printed page as they once did from the silver screen . . .
SWORD OF THE DEMON Death and disaster stalk the members of a British expedition after they plunder the tomb of a legendary Chinese warlord, for among the artefacts they ship back to London is a sword rumoured to contain the spirit of a vengeful demon . . .
THE DEVIL S CIRCUS Le Circus Furneaux brings screams of joy wherever they travel, but there are other screams as well. Each searching for a missing brother, Yvette and Hugo will find those screams beneath the big top of The Devil s Circus! . . .
CASTLE OF THE LOST After surviving the war, Jack and his wife and child return to his family estate, Grayland Castle, the site of a scandal involving ritual sex and murder. That was all in the past, and now they're here to make the place their home. But in such places, the past does not wish to remain hidden. And in the castle's basements, shadows stir . . .
THE SQUEAMISH In the swinging sixties, Geraldine Copper works for the EBFC, better known as the censor, in London s Soho. When she clashes with a firebrand director, Marcus Rand, over cuts to his violent and sexually-charged film The Mortal Sins of Dracula, it sets in train a series of ghastly events as the film itself seems to haunt her . . .
BUT WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BLYTHEWOOD STUDIOS? Reclusive former movie producer Lawrence Blythewood agrees to surreptitiously meet with a college professor in rural Québec. Insisting upon the utmost security, he comes out of exile for just 24 hours. Long enough to discuss his cinematic legacy and the four films above but harbouring his own dark agenda . . .