Private detective Albert Campion hunts a serial killer in London’s theatre district, in this crime novel from “the best of mystery writers” (The New Yorker). A spate of murders leaves Campion with only two baffling clues: a left-hand glove and a lizard-skin letter-case. These minimal leads, and a series of peculiar events, set the gentleman sleuth on a race against time that takes him from an odd museum of curiosities hidden in a quiet corner of London to a scrapyard in the East End. Margery Allingham shows her dark edge in Hide My Eyes and evokes the sights, sounds, and inimitable atmosphere of 1950s London, once again proving herself “one of the finest ‘golden age’ crime novelists” (Sunday Telegraph). “Allingham has that rare gift in a novelist, the creation of characters so rich and so real that they stay with the reader forever.” —Sara Paretsky “Allingham’s characters are three-dimensional flesh and blood, especially her villains.” —Times Literary Supplement

Private detective Albert Campion hunts a serial killer in London’s theatre district, in this crime novel from “the best of mystery writers” (The New Yorker). A spate of murders leaves Campion with only two baffling clues: a left-hand glove and a lizard-skin letter-case. These minimal leads, and a series of peculiar events, set the gentleman sleuth on a race against time that takes him from an odd museum of curiosities hidden in a quiet corner of London to a scrapyard in the East End. Margery Allingham shows her dark edge in Hide My Eyes and evokes the sights, sounds, and inimitable atmosphere of 1950s London, once again proving herself “one of the finest ‘golden age’ crime novelists” (Sunday Telegraph). “Allingham has that rare gift in a novelist, the creation of characters so rich and so real that they stay with the reader forever.” —Sara Paretsky “Allingham’s characters are three-dimensional flesh and blood, especially her villains.” —Times Literary Supplement

The killer of a pawnbroker left few clues--not even a body--but Albert Campion has reservations when the outlandish theory of Superintendent Charles Luke leads them to a curio museum called Tether's End

NATIONAL BESTSELLER • A high-stakes hide-and-seek competition turns deadly in this “marvelously creepy thrill ride of a book that keeps twisting until the very end” (Karen M. McManus, author of One of Us Is Lying) “The suspenseful plot combines elements of Thomas Tryon’s classic Harvest Home, Netflix’s Squid Game, and the social commentary of Jordan Peele’s film oeuvre and mixes these with a revelatory pacing reminiscent of Spielberg’s Jaws.”—Booklist The challenge: Spend a week hiding in an abandoned amusement park and don’t get caught. The prize: enough money to change everything. Even though everyone is desperate to win—to seize a dream future or escape a haunting past—Mack is sure she can beat her competitors. All she has to do is hide, and she’s an expert at that. It’s the reason she’s alive and her family isn’t. But as the people around her begin disappearing one by one, Mack realizes that this competition is even more sinister than she imagined, and that together might be the only way to survive. Fourteen competitors. Seven days. Everywhere to hide but nowhere to run. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

A little tiger takes an imaginative journey The little tiger lay on his back in the tall grass. "Close your eyes, little tiger," said his mother, "and go to sleep." But the little tiger is worried about what sleep might bring. His mother reassures him that once he closes his eyes, he will dream of magical places. And when he awakens, she will be right there, waiting for him. Alternating between real-life scenes with the baby tiger and his mother and enchanted dream scenes of sleep's possibilities, Kate Banks's simple, comforting text and Georg Hallensleben's bright, colorful illustrations make this a charming bedtime story for small children. Close Your Eyes is a 2002 New York Times Book Review Best Illustrated Book of the Year and a 2003 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.

'Clever and compelling' Dorothy Koomson 'Very punchy and terrifyingly plausible' Sunday Mirror 'Linda Green is bloody brilliant!' Amanda Prowse A nail-biting psychological drama for fans of the Richard & Judy sensation THE LAST THING SHE TOLD ME One, two, three . . . Lisa Dale shuts her eyes and counts to one hundred during a game of hide-and-seek. When she opens them, her four-year-old daughter Ella is gone. Disappeared without a trace. The police, the media and Lisa's family all think they know who snatched Ella. But what if the person who took her isn't a stranger? What if they are convinced they are doing the right thing? And what if Lisa's little girl is in danger of disappearing forever? ***** WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT WHILE MY EYES WERE CLOSED 'Very gripping and wonderfully written' 5* reader review 'I was hooked' 5* reader review 'A thrilling page-turner' 5* reader review 'Another must read' 5* reader review

New York Rule #1: Don’t get involved. Samantha Leiffer already has a self-centered self-help guru for a mother, a cadre of off-kilter Greenwich Village pals, and an ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with women and men. She doesn’t need more grief. But when she accidentally spies two people dumping a dubious-looking ice chest into the Hudson, she has an unsettling feeling about its contents. . . . New York Rule #2: Don’t make eye contact. So, not being the kind of girl to let some psycho get away with murder, Sam sets out to unravel a mystery—and is soon being stalked by a sinister, shadowy figure who’s wearing one-of-a-kind mirrored contact lenses. . . . New York Rule #3: If you must break Rules #1 and #2, get some help from New York’s Finest. Now, aided by a hard-as-nails (but still very hot) homicide detective, Sam is poking into some unsavory places—and finding out more creepy stuff than she ever wanted to know. . . . New York Rules #4 and #5: Don’t expect anything to be what it seems . . . and when necessary, fight like hell. "Punchy, comic, and clever, Hide Your Eyes will blow your mind."—Lisa Gardner "A smart, snappy piece of deviltry."—Perri O'Shaughnessy