Showing results for "Katie" in Supernatural

Quando, nel 1871, la squattrinata e intrepida Philomela Drax riceve una lettera dal ricco nonno, che le rivela di temere per la sua vita a causa di una famiglia senza scrupoli, gli Slape, la nipote si precipita in suo soccorso. Ma il tempo stringe, perché Katie Slape, una donna crudele con il dono della chiaroveggenza e una certa abilità nello sferrare colpi di martello, sta per avere la meglio... Dalle strade polverose di un villaggio del New Jersey ai marciapiedi scintillanti di Saratoga e fino alle banchine di New York, Philo insegue Katie. O è il contrario?

For all those transmortis anomalies that need to be exterminated, there's Karma Marx - a woman who exorcises haunted houses, sending troublesome spirits to the ever after. What she'd really like is to banish Spider, her cheating, sleazy realtor husband, from her life. So, she makes him a deal: she'll clean one last home for him if he grants her a divorce. The only problem is that Adam, the house's former owner, isn't happy with Karma's plan. Using his poltergeist powers, he seals the place, forcing Karma, Spider, and a motley assortment of characters together....

The hunt for the three precious moonstones begins. For Allegria, Fireborn lightweaver, and her Starborn lover Hallow, it means saving more than worlds. It means rescuing their friend Deo, prisoner in the shadowlands of Eris, where the secrets of the moonstones are buried. Steering Allegria and Hallow in their ocean quest is a mysterious lifebound captain. And he's setting sail with a warning: no mere mortal has ever survived the journey to Eris, let alone come back alive...

When I was three years old, I was found homeless in the woods, alone and feral. When asked how I survived all of those years by myself, I had one answer: the Shadow Man. I have no memory of that time. No memory of anything, really, before the accident. I rely on stories from my fathers about this supposed imaginary friend. Got into a fight at school? The Shadow Man made me. Stole from a store? He forced me to. Snuck out of the house? He came with me.

Being hunted was the perfect excuse for a shopping spree. Just because I was probably going to die didn't mean I couldn't go down in style. My grandmother called it idiotic. I disagreed . . . right up until I came face to face with a demon. And the bastard ate my Prada shirt. Seriously, who does that? You'd think he'd be into souls, not silk. But apparently, my spastic magic makes me a walking buffet for supernatural weirdos. Which is exactly how I ended up shackled to River.

On December 31, 1981, high atop a snowy mountain peak in the rugged interior of British Columbia, Canada, 98 beautiful people eat, drink, laugh, and dance inside the opulent grand ballroom of the Sinclair Resort Hotel. The clock strikes 12, a cheer goes up, and the music swells; balloons drop and streamers swirl. Then blackness. Fifteen seconds later, the power returns and every living soul inside the ballroom has vanished. Forty years later, preternatural investigator Lively Deadmarsh and his psychic twin sister have been brought in to solve this decades-old mystery once and for all.

In this thrilling conclusion to the CLAW Emergence trilogy, Caleb Cantrill, Doc Brown, Sandy, and the rest of the town must now battle the trinity of horrors that have claimed the peaceful mountain valley. If they fail, not only will the town be wiped from the map, but the entire continent could be overrun with the monstrous blight that has been unleashed. The life of Kitty Welch hangs in the balance, her whereabouts unknown. If human predators don't get to her first, the inhuman ones might just finish the job.

Caleb Cantrill still can't find where he hid the bandit's gold or his cavern of riches. The only thing it seems he can find is more and more of the monstrous blight he unleashed on the peaceful valley he now calls home. Adding to his troubles, his twenty-four-hour reprieve from the gang is up soon, and the bandits will be returning, looking for their gold, or his life is forfeit. Kitty Welch is swept up in a corrupt scheme which may result in her arrest and deportation back to Scotland. Though she wants to flee, there is something keeping her in the valley.

Caleb Cantrill is an Irishman whose luck may have just run out. He has two fortunes in gold and can't remember the location of either. And that's the least of his worries. A gang of blood-thirsty bandits are riding north to claim his first fortune, sovereign gold, which he fled with after a bank job went wrong. His second fortune, an immense gold strike, comes with a monstrous blight attached, one he accidentally unleashed onto a small mountain town nestled in the heart of a remote Canadian valley.

On December 31st, 1981, high atop a snowy mountain peak in the rugged interior of British Columbia, Canada, ninety-eight beautiful people eat, drink, laugh, and dance inside the opulent grand ballroom of the Sinclair Resort Hotel. The clock strikes twelve, a cheer goes up and the music swells; balloons drop and streamers swirl. Then blackness . . . Fifteen seconds later, the power returns and every living soul inside the ballroom has vanished, never to be seen again.

The Sinclair Resort Hotel has many secrets. Some, it wants to share, and others it wants to keep buried deep. Lively and Minerva have discovered that they are connected to the hotel in more ways than one and that their involvement in the disappearance is more significant than they could have ever believed. John Harder and Amanda Jansen continue their investigation and find that things once thought buried beneath decades of sin and obscured by a century of corruption now have new life. Each must put aside their fears and doubts if they want to have any hope of solving the mystery.

Katie Berry continues the interwoven saga of Lively and Minerva Deadmarsh and Chief Inspector John Harder in this second book in the Lively Deadmarsh series.

My whole life has been characterized by fighting; fighting my family and fighting for my life. Trust me—the first one is completely voluntary, and a lot of fun. The second? Not so much. To say my family dynamic is weird is the understatement of the century. I held my first sword when I was only five years old, and I learned how to dispose of a body before I turned ten. I may have a penchant for pink and sparkles…but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to kick major a-s as well.

Being the dud in my coven wasn't the worst thing—until they decided to re-evaluate our contributions. Without magic, all I had was a resting witch face and a smart mouth. Neither will save me when the next full moon comes. Having the last name Byrne can only get me so far.

Their therapist told them that a mutual project would be useful. That it would help them to reconnect. Heal. That’s why when Marco Battista inherits a highly desirable property perched on a clifftop location in the idyllic fishing village of Porthcove, he and his wife see it as the perfect opportunity to turn their lives around. Their plan is simple. Move in, renovate, and get the property sold before deep winter. But with spiraling debts, a marriage in crisis and an unseen terror not of this world, will they even make it out alive?

Of all the things aspiring artist Haven Marbury expected to find while clearing out her late father's remote seaside house, Bedtime Stories for Monsters was not on the list. This secret handwritten manuscript is disturbingly different from his Pulitzer-winning works: its interweaving short stories crawl with horrific monsters and enigmatic humans that exist somewhere between this world and the next. The stories unsettle but also entice Haven, practically compelling her to illustrate them while she stays in the house that her father warned her was haunted.