The Unholy ThreeStep right up, folks, and prepare to have your blood run cold as you meet the strangest, most bizarre trio of misfits ever spawned by a carnival of blood: TWEEDLEDEE, an adult man trapped in the body of a three-year-old toddler, whose mask of childlike innocence hides a seething brain plotting hideous revenge against all that is sane and normal! HERCULES, the circus strongman, brutal, bestial, revelling in carnage and murder - yet the submissive slave of a deadly dwarf! ECHO, the expert ventriloquist with the uncanny ability to throw his voice so that lifeless wooden dummies seem to speak even as you or I! Together, they are THE UNHOLY THREE, star attractions of Tod Robbins' classic novel of hate, murder and madness on and off the midway. Best known as author of the story which inspired the still-controversial fear-film FREAKS, Robbins first stunned the public with this intense account of a ruthless war on society waged by a triad of carny castaways. |
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Page 8 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 159 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Page 29 - It grew warmer in the tent. It was as though these people, this herd of sweating animals, were sucking the precious air through their great, gaping mouths; were taking it from Tweedledee. His breast rose and fell; he leaned back, sick and dizzy; and he felt that his overstrained nerves were giving way.
Page 29 - At sight of them, he felt tempted to spring forward, to dig his finger-nails into their soft flesh, to hurl them to the ground, to stamp them into unrecognisable bloody heaps.
Page 137 - Hector turned away from the cage, and, crossing the room to where his fiancee sat by the nursery window, put his hand on her shoulder and looked down into her eyes. "Don't you believe me, Dorothy?
Page 231 - He had seen her do it with his own eyes; and it was never bolted till night.
Page 270 - He looked about him wildly to see who had spoken — to see who it was that had just addressed the jury. All faces were turned his way; all eyes were fixed upon him. This must be the voice of God! "'Our Father, Who art in Heaven,' " he murmured through trembling lips. And the voice reiterated: "Gentlemen of the Jury." " 'Hallowed be Thy name,'