When I was a kid, I rather enjoyed Graham Masterton. There was one book in particular, The Walkers, that I remember reading over and over again and so, when I spotted Death Mask during a visit to the hairdressers, I thought I’d see if he was as good as I remembered. All I can say is that I must have had some seriously low standards as a kid, as Death Mask was utter gash from start to finish. It was so bad, in fact, that […]