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After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell. No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested he’d let me stay with him “for a price” is here, too. He’s the whole reason I lost my job. My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy. “Andrew, you piece of… what are you doing?” “Who’s Andrew?” My blood runs cold. That’s not Andrew’s voice. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

After watching his asthmatic daughter suffer in the foul city air, Theodore Constantine decides to get back to the land. When he and his wife search New England for the perfect nineteenth-century home, they find no township more charming, no countryside more idyllic than the farming village of Cornwall Coombe. Here they begin a new life: simple, pure, close to nature - and ultimately more terrifying than Manhattan’s darkest alley.

Il a suffi de quelques jours au charismatique révérend Charles Jacobs pour ensorceler les habitants de Harlow, dans le Maine. Et plus que tout autre, le petit Jamie. Car l'homme et l'enfant ont une passion commune : l'électricité. Trente ans plus tard, Jamie est un guitariste de rock rongé par l'alcool et la drogue. Il va croiser à nouveau le chemin de Jacobs, et découvrir que le mot « renaissance » peut avoir plus d'un sens. Addiction, fanatisme, expérimentations scientifiques… Un roman électrique sur ce qui se cache de l'autre côté du miroir.

Das Ehepaar Lys und Patrick Francis wollten eine kostengünstige Reise machen, doch statt Entspannung warten auf sie eine ganze Menge skurriler Persönlichkeiten. Ob eine nervtötende Influencerin, unangenehme Dorfbewohner, ein wortkarger Busfahrer, ein schießwütiger Polizist oder ein unheimliches Schloss inklusive bedrohlicher Bewohner, unsere beiden haben einiges zu tun, um hoffentlich mit heiler Haut davonzukommen. Sie hätten nie gedacht, dass aus ihrem harmlosen Trip eine Horror-Tour wird, denn es wartet ... Das Grauen auf Schloss Moosdran.

It is the year 1715, and Thomas True has arrived on old London Bridge with a dangerous secret. One night, lost amongst the squalor of London's hidden back streets, he finds himself drawn into the outrageous underworld of the molly houses. Meanwhile, carpenter Gabriel Griffin struggles to hide his double life as Lotty, the mollies' silent guard. When the queen of all 'he-harlots', Mother Clap, confides in him about a deadly threat, he realises his friends are facing imminent execution. To the horror of all mollies, there is a rat amongst them.

England, 1645. After his half-brother dies, aspiring playwright Nicholas Pearce is apprenticed to Judge William Percival, an infamous former witch-hunter who is under pressure to resume his old profession. In a country torn apart by civil war, with escalating tensions between Catholics and Protestants, Royalists and Roundheads, and rumours of witchcraft, Nicholas hides a secret: the dead sing. He hears their secrets, but will he find the courage to speak up to save innocent lives, even if it means putting himself in great danger?

Catherine House is an American college with a difference. Only the most brilliant minds enter, and its graduates earn prestige, wealth and honour. But over the three years they attend the school, they remain within its black gates; they have no contact with their loved ones; no association with the outside world. Those who break these rules will find themselves facing time in the school's infamous tower. 

“Elisabeth Thomas had me mesmerized from the first page. Dreamy and brimming with dread, Catherine House will swallow you whole." — Rory Power, New York Times bestselling author of Wilder Girls Trust us, you belong here. A gothic-infused debut of literary suspense, set within a secluded...

Recovering from a terrible auto accident just before the turn of the millennium, college dropout and hobbyist computer-game programmer Lucien Swenson becomes the caretaker of a house in Northern Minnesota. Shortly after moving in, Lucien sets out to find a woman with whom he had an affair, who vanished along with money stolen from the bank where they had worked together. His search will take him to Rose of Sharon, a white supremacist church deep in the wilderness, where a cabal of outcasts await the end of the world at a place they call The Land. 

One evening, Gillis—a young Scottish minister who technically doesn't believe in god—falls into a hole left by a recently dug up elm tree and discovers an ancient disembodied hand in the soil. He's about to rebury it when the hand... beckons to him. He spirits it back to his manse and gives it pen and paper, whereupon it begins to doodle scratchy and anarchic visions. Somewhere, in the hand's deep history, there lies a story of the Scottish reformation, of art and violence, and of its owner long since dead.

Our story begins in 1785 when a young seafarer, Captain Thornhill, disappears while visiting the shop of a barber in London, a certain Sweeney Todd whose shop in Fleet Street is situated by St. Dunstan's church, just round the corner from the famous and popular meat pie shop run by Mrs. Lovett. Thornhill was carrying a string of pearls as a gift for Johanna Oakley, the sweetheart of his friend Mark Ingestrie who is missing, presumed lost at sea.

A disgraced TV news reporter returns to her violent hometown to investigate a series of deadly shark attacks in this nail-biting suspense novel from the author of The Stranger Upstairs. “A gothic coastal noir about generational violence and the cyclical nature of predation, The Only One Who...

Struggling with money, raising a child alone, and fleeing a volatile ex, Jess McMachen accepts a job caring for an elderly patient. Flo Gardner—a disturbed shut-in and invalid. But if Jess can hold this job down, she and her daughter, Izzy, can begin a new life. Flo's vast home, Nerthus House, may resemble a stately vicarage in an idyllic village, but the labyrinthine interior is a dark, cluttered warren filled with pagan artefacts. And Nerthus House lives in the shadow of a malevolent secret. A sinister enigma determined to reveal itself to Jess and to drive her to the end of her tether.

Lange schon wütete der Rote Tod im Lande, nie war eine Pest verheerender, nie eine Krankheit grässlicher gewesen. Blut war der Anfang, Blut das Ende – überall das Rot und der Schrecken des Blutes. Mit stechenden Schmerzen und Schwindelanfällen setzte es ein, dann quoll Blut aus allen Poren, und das war der Beginn der Auflösung. Die scharlachroten Tupfen am ganzen Körper der unglücklichen Opfer – und besonders im Gesicht – waren des Roten Todes Bannsiegel, das die Gezeichneten von der Hilfe und der Teilnahme der Mitmenschen ausschloss, und alles, vom ersten Anfall bis zum tödlichen Ende, war das Werk einer halben Stunde.