Modern-day London.The city of dark streets and mysterious happenings...And also the home of the half-werewolf assassin, Gold. If anything goes bump in the night, then it would definitely be this sugar obsessed, mask-wearing, hitman. He has a flare for the occult and an ear for classical music, but by day, the mortals know him as that 'sweet young baker that makes those fantastic cupcakes!'Enter Curtis Walker, a detective investigating a string of strange murders, and the last person to believe that anything otherworldly is going on... but could this phantom killer have anything to do with his sister's untimely death?

Offer your children the pleasure to discover wonderful bedtime stories! Thanks to this richly illustrated collection, share a nice moment with your family and discover a new bedtime story every night. EXCERPT Hugo’s cousin Maud came to spend the weekend at the farm. “I would like to go to the pond down there, to see the ducks!” She said. “I would advise you against it!” Replied Hugo, looking up to the sky. “It’s going to rain!” But Maud went along, skipping and laughing... “It’s just a joke!” She came back half an hour later, soaked from head to toe. “You’re very talented at forecasting the weather!” She admitted. “It wasn’t the rain: I turned on the automatic lawn sprinkler!” About Caramel Publishing: Since 1993, Caramel Publishing has specialized in the creation of children’s books. Every year, they create unforgettable stories that are read by millions of children worldwide. Today, their books are more available than ever thanks to the digital era.

Surreal, playful, and always poignant, the prose poems in Jose Hernandez Diaz’s masterful debut chapbook introduce us to a mime, a skeleton, and the man in the Pink Floyd t-shirt, all of whom explore their inner selves in Hernandez Diaz’s startling and spare style. With nods to Russell Edson and the surrealists, Hernandez Diaz explores the ordinary and the not-so-ordinary occurrences of life, set against the backdrop of the moon, and the poet’s native Los Angeles. The TRP Chapbook Series

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