IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE HARVEST . . . Each year, as summer fades to memory, and the sky begins to grow dark, and the leaves change color and fall, the faint, fetid scent of death--of slowly rotting things--begins to drift in, hanging on the chill air like a ghostly pall. Making us wonder, what this year's harvest will produce. Well... the harvest is here. And it is dead.With these 50 dark tales and nearly 700 pages of terror,...