Exactly how Collingwood had been built, how she had assumed a completely new identity and personality, just what frightening, sinister debts had been incurred in the process I didn't yet know. The final piece of the puzzle was coming whenever I was ready to listen, but I already dearly loved the person incurring the debts and I already understood why they had been incurred. Nancy was fleeing from a first degree murder charge, a case no doubt still open on the books of the Hoboken Police Department. I had followed those Waterfront Commission hearings Warren brought up with some interest back in 1966. When he mentioned them this morning, I vaguely recalled a murdered federal informant by the name of Deluca being mentioned by several witnesses. It may not have been the same guy. I may have remembered the name wrong. But if he was, the case was open with the FBI as well.

Patricia Langstrom, Doctoral Fellow from Monmouth University, studying to be a forensic Anthropologist, and Archeologist, was barely five foot tall. Her long red hair was in a ponytail, and her small frame was fit after years of running, exercising, and making ready to embark on a career of archeological/anthropological digs in far away, exotic locations. When her fiancée died in Afghanistan at the hands of the Taliban, and she finally reined in the emotions of her loss, she found the subject for her final dissertation. Somewhere in the Buriram Province, a 300 meter long “Reclining Buddha” sat waiting to be found. The last text she’d gotten from Neal said he was looking at something there that she would really be interested in. He also began to tell her something else… when the text abruptly ended. She finally had everything in hand, and the team was formed. Just after they arrived at the site, and she found an anomaly inside one of the ancient cloisters used by the monks centuries ago, Taliban attacked and killed everyone...but her. After finding her way into the darkness, and being essentially buried alive, she found what many had been looking for. Dead tired from running, hiding, and with the adrenaline of the moment finally draining from her small body, she laid down to sleep before beginning her investigation of the site, as well as seeing if there was some way to extricate herself from the darkness of the massive chamber. She woke outside, close to a road that had been destroyed in an avalanche. At the other end of the road was an ancient citadel. Skeletons lay everywhere, the main citadel all but destroyed, and the defenders left to rot. She found a book that told most of the story, but her mind wanted more. All she wanted was to return to the cavern, make her investigation, and find her way home… but this possible medieval structure, set, as far as she knew, in Afghanistan, piqued her curiosity. She wasn’t aware that she had been whisked to another world, and another time. Once she was made aware of the facts, she was offered a choice. Return home, make her dissertation, and live without knowing why the citadel was in ruins. Or stay in this world, travel back in time, find the clues to what happened here centuries before...and find a way to stop it. She made her choice...

Kinky killers. Exploding speedboats. $2 billion paternity suits. It’s love Voltarian-style . . . and planet Earth is feeling the heat. Voltarian Royal Officer Jettero Heller will go to any length to protect his beloved Countess Krak. He’ll race up the eastern seaboard pursued by the entire Coast Guard. He’ll smash boats, he’ll set off bombs, he’ll fight off every paternity suit that comes his way. . . . But Apparatus Officer Soltan Gris is just as determined to put the Countess out of commission—for good—and he’s found the perfect hit man for the job. Well, almost perfect. This particular Torpedo has one little kink. He takes a bit of an unhealthy interest in his victims . . . after he kills them. And as if Gris didn’t have enough on his plate, wedding bells are ringing. The Voltarian stud is about to tie the knot—with two women! Yes, love is a battlefield. But in this warped war of twisted desires, perverse passions and unholy alliances—the entire Mission Earth enterprise could soon morph into a truly decadent DEATH QUEST. “Remember how you felt the first time you saw Star Wars? This book will do it to you again.” —ORSON SCOTT CARD

It’s no secret that Canadians love beer, and in the western provinces, the large number of successful microbreweries continues to prove that distinct beer—high-quality beer—is important to our national pint-lovers. Beer Quest West is for homebrewers and beer aficionados alike: this is your guide to the best of the west. Alberta and British Columbia are host to over seventy microbreweries, and that number is increasing every year. In this comprehensive field guide, each brewery is fully described, complete with location, the story of the brewery, profiles of the faces behind the brew and of course, their core list of beers. Terminology is explained, and author Jon Stott discusses the grain-to-glass process and the many different beer styles produced in the western provinces. Whether you favour an IPA, a lager, a porter or stout, you’ll find your pint between the pages of Beer Quest West.

In a world where leaders force-feed their supplicants with lies and abuse, freedom is an illusion. The world lies divided: one half a Utopian prison, the other a ruthless military dictatorship. Two women born to different halves of this disparate future earth must battle their own demons while facing an archaic conspiracy - one which threatens to submerge the world into a second mass extinction.