"You see, there is safety in simplicity... in a life of simple peace, where the electricity doesn't dance across the backs of my eyelids, and the sparks don't slither over my consciousness. Only asinine peace, where my paintings don't seem to paint themselves, leaving me with terrible feelings of premonition and a chill beneath my fingernails."Seraph Black doesn't care that she's different, because she's too busy trying to to make it from one day to another, guided by a simple set of rules: survive her father, protect her brother, put food on the table, and remain invisible. A life of simple survival should have been easy, and it almost was, until Noah, Cabe, Silas and Miro bulldoze their way into her life, turning it upside down and setting fire to the remains. The problem was, they weren't the only people suddenly trying to take over. A mysterious stalker had begun to send her creepy messages, and he was making it clear that there were no limits to how far he would go if Seraph didn't comply with his demands.The problem? It wasn't possible to give him what he wanted, because she had a feeling that in the end, what he really wanted was her.

"You see, there is safety in simplicity... in a life of simple peace, where the electricity doesn't dance across the backs of my eyelids, and the sparks don't slither over my consciousness. Only asinine peace, where my paintings don't seem to paint themselves, leaving me with terrible feelings of premonition and a chill beneath my fingernails." Seraph Black used to think that she was prepared for anything. She could last days without eating and she always walked away from the violent altercations with her father relatively unharmed. She survived working at the club and the drive to school every day in her mother's rust-bucket of a car... but it all changed when Noah and Cabe came bulldozing into her life, careless of the precious secrets they picked apart in their quest to take over her world. She was even less prepared for the mysterious Miro and Silas, and nothing could have prepared her for the bond. The connection. The reason for it all. Someone wanted her to stay away from her new friends, but she wasn't willing to do that. Everyone had secrets. She wanted to know theirs. They wanted to own hers. And the stalker? He seemed to know everything already.

For fans of Bladerunner and Brave New World comes a new twist… Perfection has arrived. Synthetic stem cells mean no more organ failure, no more pharmaceuticals. No cancer. The human race is stronger, smarter and prettier. Is it better? Cali Richards is a nanobiometric engineer who has been her younger brother’s guardian since their parents died. She’s lost too many people in her life to lose another. When the government declares the Halfskin Laws will shut down anyone with too many synthetics, she decides to hide him. But even brilliance can succumb to the pressure of suffering. And synthetics can’t cure insanity. Follow their twisting, slippery grip on reality as they strive to find happiness in a world that has everything it could possibly want. REVIEWS FOR HALFSKIN “This, quite frankly, is one of the best books I’ve read.” –John Gregory Hancock, Reviewer “WOW.” –Amanda Taylor, Reviewer “I was not expecting the twists…” – Reviewer “Hated finishing this book… many hours of enjoyment.” –Eleanor Wendlberger, Reviewer “Halfskin is one of the best science fiction stories I’ve read this year.” –ACFlory, Reviewer “Twisty turny, unexpectedness!!!!!! LOVED THE BOOK!” –Aisha-Kimberly Hashmi, Reviewer “One of the best stories i[sic] have read in a long time!” Brian, Reviewer “I was absolutely hooked from page 1!” – Reviewer AWARDS Underground Reviews 2015 Top Pick Award

Rise wordsinger, to drench the expanding cosmos with the fiery voice of existence. Feel how the words boldly soar, from the sweet serenity of a woodland stream, to the torrid gargantuan swirl of galaxies colliding. And know, student of the universe, that all is revealed by your insatiable yearning: for in the joyful, sorrowful throes of artistic creation, we bathe in emotional singularities, evading for ephemeral moments the grasping hands of space-time. I. Under The Eaves Of The Forested GlenII. Feast Upon Her Hips, For She Is Magnified In DreamsIII. The Cosmological, ConstantIV. Sifting Through Shards Of The Eternal SelfV. Imprints That Disperse Like Dandelion Seeds In The WindVI. In The Shadow Of This Fluctuating Tree Of AwarenessVII. Manufacturing Hope Amidst The Carnage Of DesolationVIII. Moments & MutationsIX. On The Craft

The ninth book in the beloved, bestselling Redwall saga - soon to be a major Netflix movie! Far away, on the isle of Sampetra, the evil Emperor Ublaz sends his lizard army on a murderous mission to Redwall. Meanwhile, Tansy the hedgehog and her fellow Abbey dwellers race against time to unravel the fiendishly difficult riddles leading to six rose-coloured gems - the Pearls of Lutra.

'Excellent! Jan has written a memorable story about a war time artist that's so descriptive you are completely immersed in it. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Sybil is an extraordinary woman taking on this...' - NetGalley reviewer, 5* *** 'Excuse me,' the man interrupted her as if there was absolutely nothing she could say to comfort him. 'I have to get on with my digging.' Then he stabbed violently at her sketchbook with his finger. 'Get it all down,' he snarled. 'Every single disgusting, pathetic detail. And shove it in their faces.' London, 1940 Following a chance meeting with her former teacher, young painter Sybil Paige wins a coveted assignment from the War Artists' Advisory Committee, and so begins her journey across the length and breadth of the country, sketching everything from airfields and assembly lines to farms and factories. Sometimes it's milkmaids and poultry keepers, brave and hopeful; sometimes it's the harrowed faces of those digging through the rubble to find their loved ones and livelihoods. But armed with her sketchbook, Sybil captures it all, determined to tell the stories of the thousands of women fighting their own battles on the home front. Above all, she wants the voices of her subjects to shine through. But amidst the scenes of despair and courage, the one picture Sybil cannot paint and yet cannot purge from her brain, no matter how hard she tries, is the image of a woman folded into a chair, the crumpled telegram about her missing husband clasped in her hand. Because a self-portrait, Sybil well knows, requires the artist to find her own voice. With each new commission, Sybil grows in confidence. But, like the many people she meets and sketches, she fears the future: will it bring hope or heartbreak? *** Readers love Jan Cacey: '[A] captivating, heart wrenching saga... I adamantly recommend' - 5* reader review 'A story of courage and hope' - 5* reader review 'I love this book... This book drew me in straight away and I just wanted to keep on reading until I finished it. A lovely story' - 5* reader review 'Poignant, warm, gut wrenching and hopeful, this book is just beautiful. I stayed riveted the entire time and could not put it down' - 5* reader review 'The book is full of fervor and the characters grow from beginning to end! I could not put the book down!' - 5* reader review