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A nude woman collapsed on my doorstep. Someone I knew somehow. Of course, I carried her in and cared for her. Gave her shelter, clothes, and food to heal. In her normal form, she was one of the most powerful entities on this planet, in all known history. Harpy. But for now, she was simply human. And to regain her strength, she said she needed to make love with me. The weird part was the last time we met, she tried to kill me. And now I had...

Irish crime fiction, long present on international bestseller lists, has been knocking on the door of the academy for a decade. With a wide range of scholars addressing some of the most essential Irish detective writing, Guilt Rules All confirms that this genre has arrived. The essays collected here connect their immediate subjects-contemporary Irish crime writers-to Irish culture, literature, and history. Anchored in both canonical and emerging themes,...

Her club. Her rules. Except where magic came in. Then it was her way or the highway. And, all of her regulars knew not to cross that line. Vamps, psychics, shifters, they were all welcome. But, any serious spell-casting inside her club and they'd be worse than banned. They'd be extinguished. Her bouncers were the toughest anywhere. Even the ones that were no higher than your kneecap - or the ones you couldn't see. Dixie never used magic in her...

One too many. And, I couldn't remember last night, either. Both unlikely for a witch. But, my powers were still here. Well, sort of. And, that's all I remembered. Not my name, not how I got dressed (or un-dressed) like this. Or where I was. Helluva hangover, especially for a witch. The problem was that I didn't remember anything before I woke up. Nothing. No childhood, no witch training, nothing. Not even my own name. I'd been spelled but good. Now...

The Boomerang MysteryA strange 'whodunit' mystery for the Jay-Pea-Eyes to have as their first case! Three children go missing and police have organised a massive search of the town of Dudleigh and surrounding areas. A phone call from a security officer at Russington Hospital immediately has several Detectives heading for the Accident & Emergency Department. All three missing children have somehow been returned to the Hospital. No-one sees or hears...

Where I had come from, how I had got here, I didn't know. All I knew were my powers, the one's I knew from my childhood. The one's I'd spent my youth learning and perfecting. Witchcraft that could kill someone, or save their life. But, now I was here in a strange world, different people, unusual customs... I didn't even know if my spells would work here - or if they burned witches at the stake - or tortured non-witches. And, on top of that I was...

In this little Maine town, Halloween brings a homicide: "[A] charming setting and likable cast...enjoyable reading."—Publishers Weekly

The locals in Tinker's Cove are busy planning haunted-house parties and ghostly galas, and Lucy Stone is whipping up orange-frosted cupcakes, recycling tutus for her daughters' costumes, helping her son with his pre-teen rebellion, and breast-feeding her brand-new baby. But amid the...

Detective Kurt Wallander searches for the link between "four nuns and an unidentified fifth woman [who] are found with their throats slit in a convent in Africa ... [and] in Sweden, a birdwatcher [who] is skewered to death after falling into a pit of carefully sharpened bamboo poles."--Jacket.

Child psychologist Lynn McLeod returns to Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains to help her ex-husband Stephen's ten-year-old daughter Jilly and finds herself caught up in a dangerous mystery.