"This novel, written in 1928, based on a true crime which took place in 1802 in Iceland, deals with two couples who lived on an isolated farm. One of the husbands disappears, and when the wife of the other dies, the survivors are arrested and tried for murder. It is an oddly powerful book, since Gunnarsson infuses the stark circumstances of the crime with the sense of harsh existence there and man's trials before God as well as other men. The narrator is a young and inexperienced curate, who is forced to confront the rumors and then the actuality of the two murders. The story is deepened as seen through the curate's fear and compassion, and the untenable situation at the farm is revealed only slowly through the slight testimony of the trial witnesses. And spiritual overtones strengthen the story, so that one remembers not only the uncertainties of those involved but the way in which their actions and emotions create almost elemental conflicts."--Kirkus

The first of two brand-new volumes in the Recluce saga, set mostly on the continent of Hamor, begins when Rahl, a young apprentice scrivener, is exiled in Hamor. As his magic powers increase, so does the amount of trouble he creates.

Deep within the cavern-riddled chalk cliffs above the English Channel there brews a threat to the very sanity of the people of Britain. A startling madness infects the members of the Explorer’s Club in London, the debacle coinciding with the disappearance of Alice St. Ives and the murder of the lighthouse keeper at Beachy Head. Langdon St. Ives sets out to rescue his wife and to stop the accelerating train of events hurtling he and his friends into a dark tunnel of madness and death.

The storm led me to Padthaway. I could never resist the allure of dark swirling clouds, windswept leaves sweeping down cobbled lanes or a view of the sea stirring up its defiant nature. The sea possessed a power all of its own and this part of Cornwall, an isolated stretch of rocky cliff tops and unexplored beaches both enchanted and terrified me. It is not a lie to say I felt drawn out that day, led to a certain destiny... So begins this new mystery series featuring young Daphne du Maurier, headstrong, adventurous, and standing at the cusp of greatness. Walking on the cliffs in Cornwall, she stumbles upon the drowned body of a beautiful woman, dressed only in a nightgown, her hair strewn along the rocks, her eyes gazing up to the heavens. Daphne soon learns that the mysterious woman was engaged to marry Lord Hartley of Padthaway, an Elizabethan mansion full of intriguing secrets. As the daughter of the famous Sir Gerald du Maurier, Daphne is welcomed into the Hartley home, but when the drowning turns out to be murder, Daphne determines to get to the bottom of the mysteries of Padthaway—in part to find fresh inspiration for her writing, and in part because she cannot resist the allure of grand houses and long buried secrets.

In a cosmos where the physical constants of nature are fine tuned to unimaginable precision to permit the existence of life, the giant US/Chinese radio telescope on the far side of the moon detects no technological civilizations. Why? Fantasies of space travel to the stars and cheap limitless energy have, by the mid-21st century, proven to be just that. Fantasies. Upon this stage appears an American Indian woman in the grip of a delusion that her son is Quetzalcoatl, an ancient Meso-American God whom she has pursued in devotion across the centuries. A teacher at the shabby Apache Indian reservation elementary school recognizes the boy as probably the greatest mathematical genius in human history. A shaman senses in the man the reality of myth and fulfillment of ancient prophecy. None comprehend the staggering dimensions of his true destiny. The Light is a psychedelic adventure of a genius who must choose between surrender to delusion, or freedom from superstition and madness to fall in love and live his own life as the greatest particle physicist of his age. In so doing he unleashes forces that give substance to ancient myths and challenge the limits of human imagination.