Lonan is an outcast, accused of letting the monsters that stalk the night into the homes of his fellow villagers. Now, he will not rest until he wins back the heart of his childhood love and reclaims the life that was stolen from him. However, locked safely in his cellar at night, in his dreams Lonan finds himself looking through the eyes of a young prince ...

Four teenagers. A cottage by the beach. A scary secret kept by the locals. And those who come at night ... A classic teen horror story in a gothic setting told in a modern voice, They Come at Night was originally published in Danish to great reviews, and is now available in English. WHAT THE PRESS SAID "The author confidently builds up the story" Politiken (leading Danish newspaper) "They Come at Night is an effective thrill" Berlingske (national Danish newspaper) "Something horrible happens when the tide comes" Planet Pulp (online magazine) They Come at Night has everything for fans of horror, mystery, thrills and suspense. It''s direct, funny and scary. For fans of The Fog, The Mist, Dead Sea and Lovecraftian tales. Try it instead of watching a cheesy B-movie! EXCERPT The storm whipped cold raindrops into my face, making it hard to see. Lightning was flashing all around me, and the thunder grew louder with each clap. Finally, I saw the lights from the windows. I snuck around the back, and through the window, I saw Chris lying on his bed, playing on his computer. I tapped the glass gently. He turned his head and looked directly at me, his eyes widening. I waved and signaled for him to come and open the window. He got up, but instead of coming to the window, he went to a drawer and took something out. He came over and opened the window ajar. "What do you want?" he asked, giving me a suspicious look. "I just want to talk," I said, pulling up my collar. I was soaked to the bone. "Would you please open it all the way?" "You''re not coming in," Chris said. He leaned forward and looked down at my feet. "And I won''t talk to you before you touch this ..." The thing he had been hiding behind his back was, of course, an anchor. He stuck it out the window. "Sure, no problem." I took the anchor, turning it over. "Satisfied?" He nodded and looked a little bit less uneasy. "Give it back to me, please." I handed him back the anchor, and he opened the window all the way. "Was that some sort of test?" I asked. "Yes," Chris said. "And you passed. I had to be sure you hadn''t become one of them." "Who is ''them''?" I asked. "You have to tell me what you know, Chris. I think we might be in danger." "If you put up the anchor like I told you--" "We didn''t put up the anchor!" I interrupted. Chris''s eyes gleamed with fear. "Tell me what the hell is going on around here!" I demanded. "All right," Chris said. "But keep your voice down." He chewed his lip for a moment. Then, he started talking. "I don''t know when it started. Maybe it has always been like this. But you and your friends chose the worst time to come here. It only happens once a year, and never more than three nights in a row." "What happens?" I whispered. "The tide, of course. It floods the whole area. But I guess you noticed by now. Everyone around here knows about it. We put up plenty of anchors, though, so no harm can come to us." "Who is trying to harm you?" I asked. "Who are they?" Chris was about to answer, when lightning flashed, illuminating everything for a split second. The thunderclap followed immediately. "They are lost souls," he whispered. "They have been cursed to live in the ocean ..."

Set in the cities and islands of the Mediterranean, and linked thematically, the eight stories in The Foxes Come at Night read more like a novel, a meditation on memory, life and death. Their protagonists collect and reconstruct fragments of lives lived intensely, and now lost, crystallized in memory or in the detail of a photograph. And yet the tone of these stories is far from pessimistic: it seems that death is nothing to be afraid of.

For reasons including but not limited to having a sense of humour inappropriate for a serving officer, Superintendent Taleb of the Algerian police finds himself killing time in the cul de sac that has become his career. That is, until he gets handed a ticking bomb of a cold case that only Taleb can solve. Instructed to ensure at all costs that their investigations do not re-open old wounds from Algeria's troubled past or sour relations with France, Taleb soon finds himself in pursuit of two perpetrators of a brutal murder which took place in Paris forty years before. Almost before they know it, Taleb and Hidouchi find themselves in a battle they can only win if they risk losing everything. But the weight of history is heavily stacked against them...

From the undisputed master of modern American horror: His first collection of short stories showcases the darkest depths of his brilliant imagination and will "chill the cockles of many a heart" (Chicago Tribune). • INCLUDES THE STORY “THE BOOGEYMAN” – NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE FROM 20th CENTURY STUDIOS Originally published in 1978, Night Shift is the inspiration for over a dozen acclaimed horror movies and television series, including Children of the Corn, Chapelwaite, and Lawnmower Man. Here we see mutated rats gone bad (“Graveyard Shift”); a cataclysmic virus that threatens humanity (“Night Surf,” the basis for The Stand); a possessed, evil lawnmower (“The Lawnmower Man”); unsettling children from the heartland (“Children of the Corn”); a smoker who will try anything to stop (“Quitters, Inc.”); a reclusive alcoholic who begins a gruesome transformation (“Gray Matter”); a man convinced that a crack in the closet is responsible for the murder of his children ("The Boogeyman"); and many more shadows and visions that will haunt you long after the last page is turned.

Bold and inventive in style, City of Night is the groundbreaking 1960s novel about male prostitution. Rechy is unflinching in his portrayal of one hustling 'youngman' and his search for self-knowledge among the other denizens of his neon-lit world. As the narrator moves from Texas to Times Square and then on to the French Quarter of New Orleans, Rechy delivers a portrait of the edges of America that has lost none of its power. On his travels, the nameless narrator meets a collection of unforgettable characters, from vice cops to guilt-ridden married men eaten up by desire, to Lance O'Hara, once Hollywood's biggest star. Rechy describes this world with candour and understanding in a prose that is highly personal and vividly descriptive.

In 2004, in a stunning upset against the two-time defending champion Serena Williams, seventeen-year-old Maria Sharapova won Wimbledon, becoming an overnight sensation. Out of virtual anonymity, she launched herself onto the international stage. "Maria Mania" was born. Her success would last: she went on to hold the number-one WTA ranking multiple times, to win four more Grand Slam tournaments, and to become one of the highest-grossing female athletes in the world. And then -- at perhaps the peak of her career -- she was charged by the ITF with taking the banned substance meldonium, only recently added to the ITF's list. The resulting suspension would keep her off the professional courts for fifteen months -- a frighteningly long time for any athlete. But Sharapova's career has always been driven by her determination and by her dedication to hard work. Her story doesn't begin with the 2004 Wimbledon championship, but years before, in a small Russian town, where as a five-year-old she played on drab neighborhood courts with precocious concentration. It begins when her father, convinced his daughter could be a star, risked everything to get them to Florida, that sacred land of tennis academies. It begins when the two arrived with only seven hundred dollars and knowing only a few words of English. From that, Sharapova scraped together one of the most influential sports careers in history.