Taylor is the name, John Taylor. My card says I’m a detective, but what I really am is an expert on finding lost things. It’s part of the gift I was born with as a child of the Nightside.
           
I left there a long time ago, with my skin and sanity barely intact. Now I make my living in the sunlit streets of London. But business has been slow lately, so when Joanna...

Meet the Carnacki Institute's operatives JC Chance: the team leader, brave, charming, and almost unbearably arrogant; Melody Chambers: the science geek who keeps the antisupernatural equipment running; and Happy Jack Palmer: the terminally gloomy telepath. Their mission: Do Something About Ghosts. Lay them to rest, send them packing, or just kick their nasty ectoplasmic arses JC, Happy and Melody are investigating a haunting at the long-abandoned...

"Although he hasn't seen Robert Bergin for 40 years, Ishmael feels duty bound to respond when his old friend calls for help. Robert's daughter Gillian is about to be married, and he is afraid she'll fall prey to the ancient family curse. Arriving in rural Yorkshire, Ishmael and his partner Penny learn that the vicar who was to perform the ceremony has been found dead in the church, hanging from his own bell rope. With no clues, no evidence and no...

New York Times bestselling author Simon R. Green continues his Secret Histories series with debonair-yet-deadly paranormal agent Eddie Drood pulled into a hunt for a treasure worth far more than mere money… As part of a family legacy representing courage, determination, and the occasional dirty trick, Eddie Drood rather enjoys making his own rules-and breaking them. When it comes to facing down the darkest entities in creation and putting real...

"Ishmael Jones and his partner Penny have been summoned to remote Cardavan House, home of the world's largest private collection of Ancient Egyptian artefacts, for the unveiling of George Cardavan's latest acquisition: a bone fide Egyptian mummy. When a bloodstained body is discovered beside the empty sarcophagus, Ishmael is dismissive of the theory that the mummy's curse is to blame. Instead he sets out to uncover the human killer responsible. But...

"The Carnacki Institute exists to 'do something' about ghosts, and agents JC Chance, Melody Chambers, and Happy Jack Palmer will either lay them to rest, send them packing, or kick their nasty ectoplasmic arses with extreme prejudice"--Publisher.

The name's John Taylor. I work the garish streets of the Nightside-the hidden heart of London where it's always three A.M., where inhuman creatures and otherworldly gods walk side by side in the endless darkness of the soul. I have a talent for finding things. People... property... no problem. But now I'm after something different. A local diva called the Nightingale has cut herself off from her family and friends, and I've been hired to find out...

John Taylor's the name. I'm a PI working a small slice of mystical real estate in the hidden center of London. It's a place where the sun refuses to rise, where monsters and men walk side by side. And if you want something found in the Nightside, I'm your man. The editor of the Unnatural Inquirer - the Nightside's most notorious rag - has offered me one million pounds to find a man who claims to have evidence of the Afterlife stored on a DVD. The...

In the Nightside-that hidden area in the middle of London where time stands still at three A.M. and the sun won't rise to refute it-nightmares go walking in borrowed flesh, and not everything that looks back at you with human eyes is really human. I'm John Taylor, a PI with a knack for finding things, helping those the Nightside has chewed up and is about to spit out. All things considered, my life lately had been bright, even in this shadowy place. So...

P.I. John Taylor has a special talent for finding lost things in the dark and secret center of London known as the Nightside. He's also the reluctant owner of Excalibur, the legendary sword. To find out why he must wield the sword, John consults the Last Defenders of Camelot, a group of knights who dwell in a place that some find more frightening than the Nightside. London Proper. It's been years since John's been back--and there are good reasons...