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Morgan Winters wants an ordinary life: A job at a bookstore, an apartment she can barely afford, and a healthy amount of existential dread. Her brother (AKA "The Ruiner") ruins that when he shows up on her bedroom windowsill, transformed into a talking cat. He claims it's due to a date gone horribly wrong, but Morgan's not buying it. Still, when he begs her to take him to a witch who can change him back into a human, she reluctantly agrees. Family is family. When they arrive in Hollowbeck—a suspiciously small and suspiciously magical town—they find the witch. Only she's dead.

Tjarkshusen, Friesland: Gleich hinter dem Haus des alten Eigenbrötlers Ino Tjarks hat der Kurdirektor Alois Winterscheid ins Gras (der Salzwiese) gebissen. Und weil Ino nie ein Hehl daraus gemacht hat, was er von den Plänen hält, die der Bayer Alois für eine neue Touristenattraktion an der Küste Frieslands hatte, steht er nun unter Mord-Verdacht. Da hilft nur eines: gemeinsam mit seiner patenten Haushälterin Gerda und der Bäckerin Theda den wahren Mörder zu schnappen! Tatsächlich haben die drei bald eine heiße Spur.

In Palinghuus findet das Musikfestival "Tausend Watt am Watt" statt. Zahlreiche Besucher strömen in den Ort und Sarahs Taxi steht kaum still. Als ein alter Bekannter von Sarah mit Eintrittskarten für das Festival anreist, lassen sich Sarah, James und der Kaleu nicht lange bitten und besuchen das Konzert der alten Rockband "Circling Paris". Doch als der Auftritt beginnt, fehlt von dem Leadsänger jede Spur.

"Männer", stänkerte Netti, "denen kommst du nur bei, indem du eine klare Ansage machst …"Die Frau am Strand von Neuharlingersiel ist tot, ihre kleine Tochter verschwunden. Das alles ist sechzehn Jahre her und der Täter wurde nie überführt.Emely Petersen, Inhaberin des Café Kluntje am Hafen und eifrige Hobbydetektivin, fängt an, in der Vergangenheit der ermordeten jungen Mutter herumzustochern. Emely ist frustriert und nahe daran aufzugeben, weil sich kein weiterer Anhaltspunkt auftut.

Eine vermögende Witwe wird erdrosselt aufgefunden. Eigentlich müsste der Täter per DNA-Analyse schnell zu überführen sein, weshalb Hauptkommissar Erik Wolf auf eine rasche Lösung hofft. Mamma Carlotta jedoch, seine italienische Schwiegermutter, die derzeit zu Besuch ist, hält wenig von solchen modernen Ermittlungsmethoden. Viel lieber verlässt sie sich auf ihre weibliche Intuition. Mit italienischem Charme und zum Schreck der Beamten mischt sie sich in die Ermittlungen ein. Dabei bringt sie sich selbst in Lebensgefahr.

Find a missing book. That was the job the woman in the Doc Martens gave us. Easy money, right? Only now it seems she's actually an ancient, powerful sorcerer, and the book is a Book of Power that doesn't want to be found. It wants to tear reality apart at the seams, and it'll use anyone it can to do it. So now we've got one spectacularly displeased sorcerer, a hungry, still-missing book, a dentist with bad hygiene, and a neighbourhood having some reality issues to deal with. Plus about a day before the book turns our world - and us - inside out.

When Toot Hansell’s water supply turns murky, it's easy to blame the notoriously soggy Yorkshire weather. But this winter, the rain's endless, the water's undrinkable, and the village is slowly turning into a marsh. The local water sprite, Nellie, could probably sort it all out—if she hadn't mysteriously vanished, leaving behind a battalion of furious geese, which are only adding to the problems. Now the only clean water in town is arriving in pricey bottles from Toot Hansell's new wellness guru, Lachlan Jameson. But the rising water isn't the only problem. People are disappearing.

The Hollowbeck Midwinter Festival is the event of the season—complete with flying pigs, snow monster fights, and a free bar that no one should trust after the third round. The centerpiece? A lavish masked ball featuring Alaric's famously enchanting (and possibly cursed) masks. Morgan Winters isn't one for fancy dresses or mysterious strangers, but as Hollowbeck's unofficial town witch, she's expected to show up, mask up, and smile. At least the canapés are good—and Alaric's assistant Finn isn't bad either.

"Find Malcolm. His safety is your safety." Threat or promise, I wasn't hanging around to find out. Not when the sorcerer making it had just yanked me out of my skin for a friendly chat. But with scheming magicians, lurking necromancers, and Callum's long-lost family all competing to make my next out of body experience a permanent one, having a sorcerer on our side seems like a pretty good option. There's just one problem. If we want her help, we need to find her dentist. And we've only got one lead. Weres. Mouth-breathing, ravening monsters with too many teeth and no affection for my kind.

I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just walk away. We've got to get her back. Especially as her partner is a reaper with a scythe that can slice through reality, and the whole situation might be a teeny, tiny bit our fault. We're not going after Emma alone, though.

Miriam has never exactly seen eye-to-eye with her sister. But when a body's dumped on the doorstep of a Women's Institute meeting and all signs point to Rainbow, Miriam knows her sister's being framed. Going to the police would be the smart move, but Rainbow's got her own reasons for avoiding them. Before long she's on the run, trusting to Miriam and the W.I. to clear her name. The killer's left nothing to chance, though, and Rainbow's in more danger than she realises - and she's dragging the others right in with her.

Like it or not, when a sorcerer asks you to track a magician, you track a magician. It's that or spend life as a hamster. So we did. But, turns out, the scary magician is the least of our worries. Between raging squirrel mobs, My Little Ravenous sewer monsters, and bungalow-dwelling necromancers with a good line in attack dogs, it's all we can do to keep ourselves the right side of dead. And that's before we stumble onto something far more sinister. Something that makes one dead son look like small carrots. Something that's going to raise an ancient almost-god and bring the world to its knees.

A simple case - or it should be. But all clues point to the Toot Hansell Women’s Institute, and Detective Inspector Adams is about to discover there’s much more to the W.I. than just bake sales and jam-making. Alice Martin knows the ladies of the W.I. are not guilty. But she has a bigger problem. Toot Hansell has a large and dragonish secret, and she needs to keep the police well away from it. Beaufort Scales, High Lord of the Cloverly dragons, knows even better than Alice that the modern dragon only survives as long as no one knows they exist.

Rebellious Christmas wreaths. Mysterious welly-dwelling eggs. A plague of irate water fowl. And ten ladies of a certain age who are by no means the least troublesome of Toot Hansell's residents, as far as Detective Inspector Adams is concerned. She's entirely certain her training never covered dealing with the Women's Institute, dragons, or festive magic spills. Not to mention invisible dogs with caffeine dependencies. But Christmas is almost here. Things can't go too wrong. . . can they? Well. It is Toot Hansell.

A dragon is missing. DI Adams' missing person is human, not dragon, but the trails of both lead to the village of Eldmere, where glimpses of a mysterious Beast have drawn in the nation's monster hunters. And where the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and the Cloverly dragons are in hot pursuit of Gilbert. A valley full of weekend Yeti hunters and cryptozoologists won't stand between them and the young dragon. But something strange is happening in Eldmere, and the dragons, Beast, and ladies of the Women's Institute are at the heart of it.

Suspicious deaths on the Skipton city council don't sound as though they should have anything at all to do with the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, and DI Adams would rather like to keep it that way. But when the councillor for Toot Hansell becomes the latest victim, Alice Martin, chair of the W.I. and RAF Wing Commander (ret.), steps straight in to take his place.

Morgan and her ex-husband broke up on bad terms. But when he sends her a cryptic message, Morgan knows that whatever trouble he's in, it's likely her fault. Over Ruiner's protests, she ventures beyond Hollowbeck's borders to find him. But instead of finding him, she finds a dead body. Then she finds the Oubliette, an exclusive gambling club in the town of Darrowdale, which is a mirror image of Hollowbeck—only with a decidedly more dangerous population.

When a traveling carnival arrives in Hollowbeck, it promises magic and mayhem. It's also an opportunity for Morgan to find someone who can transform her brother, Ruiner, back into a human—he's a little tired of being a talking cat, and she's a little tired of cleaning his litter box. Things look promising until the curtains rise on rehearsal night to reveal Ruiner sitting on the lifeless body of the wizard who promised to help him.

Folge 10: Ganz Palinghuus ist in heller Aufregung: Das Watt'n'rennen findet wieder statt! Der traditionelle Lauf durchs Watt lockt Teilnehmer aus der ganzen Umgebung an. Natürlich läuft James auch mit. Sarah feuert ihren Ehemann kräftig an, und kurz sieht es sogar aus, als würde er gewinnen - bis den Zuschauern klar wird, dass nicht James schneller, sondern alle anderen langsamer werden. Der Grund ist schnell gefunden: Alle Läufer zeigen Vergiftungserscheinungen! Will jemand den Lauf sabotieren? Doch dann entdeckt Sarah eindeutige Beweise, dass das Gift nur einen der Teilnehmer treffen sollte.

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.