With all England trembling at his criminal exploits, a highwayman finds himself undefended against the beauty of Silver St. Clair, who seeks his aid in recovering her family's precious formula for an exquisite perfume.

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 ...

Late at night, while Samantha and Roger sleep, their toy blocks kind-a, might-a, sort-a engineer a way back into the children's lives . . . and hearts. The Blocks Come Out at Night is the first book in a series aimed at children in Kindergarten through 3rd grade. The book introduces fun engineering concepts through fast-paced and engaging storytelling. There is also a clever cultural element woven into each book that will have young readers eager to explore the world around them.

A young boy asks his grandfather questions about life and nature, and gets some humorous answers.

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...

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 ..."