In this book with simple rhyming text, Mr. Bones, a skeleton, cannot keep his bones together.

A biography of Barnum Brown also known as Mr. Bones.

After more than forty years of publishing short stories, Theroux has become a master of the form, with a deep capacity to engage, enchant and unsettle . . . [He] asserts his preeminence in short fiction with an unassuming brilliance. Kirkus Reviews, starred review A family watches in horror as their patriarch transforms into the singing, wisecracking lead of an old-timey minstrel show. A renowned art collector relishes destroying his most valuable pieces. Two boys stand by helplessly as their father stages an all-consuming war on the raccoons living in the woods around their house. A young artist devotes himself to a wealthy, malicious gossip, knowing that it s just a matter of time before she turns on him. In this new collection of award-winning short stories, acclaimed author Paul Theroux explores the tenuous leadership of the elite and the surprising revenge of the overlooked. He shows us humanity possessed, consumed by its own desires and compulsions, always with his carefully honed eye for detail and the subtle idiosyncrasies that bring his characters to life. Searing, dark, and sure to unsettle, Mr. Bones is a stunning new display of Paul Theroux s fluent, faintly sinister powers of vision and imagination (The New Yorker). "

A new boy in a small mountain village tries to discredit the old peddler who sells magic jars of sundrops, moonbows, and the like; but though he drives the old man away, something remarkable does happen in the sky.

In this book with simple rhyming text, Boo Bat flys through the night on Halloween.

‘An exciting new voice in thriller fiction. Little Bones is a gripping read!’ Sarah Pinborough, author of Behind Her Eyes I have three names: I was born Leigh-Ann. I became Cherrie. When I was a child, they called me Little Bones...

Halloween is more than a holiday; more than a fun time of candy and costumes for the young. It is inoculated into our very being at an early age and there it remains. As we grow old, it grows dormant… but it is still there. For the lucky ones, such as us, it emerges every year, like a reanimated corpse digging its way out of graveyard earth to shamble across our souls. And we rejoice… oh, if we are the fortunate ones, we most certainly rejoice. So turn these pages and celebrate our heritage. Blow the dust off the rubber mask in the attic and hang the glow-in-the-dark skeleton upon the door. Light the hollowed head of the butchered pumpkin and string the faux cobweb from every corner and eave. It’s Halloween once again. Shed your adult skin with serpentine glee and walk the blustery, October streets of long years past. And, most of all, watch out for misplaced steps in the darkness and the things that lurk, unseen, in the shadows in-between. Stories included in this collection: Mister Glow-Bones The Outhouse Billy’s Mask Pins & Needles Black Harvest Pelingrad’s Pit Mister Mack & the Monster Mobile The Halloween Train The Candy in the Ditch Gang Halloweens: Past & Present Monsters in a Box