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Stellan, a married mid-20s Chicago accountant, dreams of a new life free from a spiteful wife and two unruly young daughters. His salvation comes by way of mobster Dusan “Squeezebox” Kovačević. Stellan stumbles onto a cache of $2.1 million hidden beneath loose floorboards at Squeezebox’s warehouse. He at first resists the temptation, but it proves too tempting. He plots out his theft, and, under the cover of darkness, bolts with the money in his trunk.

Horvath works for the Firm. He's been sent to track down Van Dyke, who ran off with their money. The morning after, he meets Lana. She’s also looking for someone, so they team up. He’s not sure if he can trust Lana, but he’s attracted to her. And she’s all he’s got. The city is dirty, violent, and corrupt. Run by the Syndicate, criminals control the police, the mayor and the city council. Horvath's leads don't seem to lead anywhere. He wanders through the city looking for clues, sipping espresso, drinking whiskey and popping aspirin like breath mints.

A golden age pulp series by Nebula Nominee Ross Rocklynne! For the first time since their original appearance in the legendary pulp Planet Stories in the early 1940s, here are the three novelettes that launched the adventures of Sidney Hallmeyer, interstellar agent - one of the era's most trail-blazing series. In essence, Hallmeyer is a scientific secret agent with a license to kill - entire cultures and worlds! If needed or if so ordered, when they stand in the way of Earth's territorial expansion and dream of empire.

Eine eigenwillige Versicherung bereitet Professor van Dusen Kopfzerbrechen. Laut einer darin enthaltenen Klausel darf die angesparte Summe nur an den letzten Überlebenden von drei Begünstigten ausgezahlt werden. Plötzlich geschehen in deren Umfeld allerhand unerklärliche Unfälle. Nur wenig später kommt es zu einem tragischen Todesfall. Professor van Dusen ist überzeugt, dass ein kaltblütig kalkulierter Mord vorliegt. Doch damit reißen die dramatischen Ereignisse nicht ab. Eine Leiche verschwindet und jeder misstraut dem anderen.

One by one, three ancient talismans disappear. After Columba Riverford’s induction to the Hall of Swords, the sacred sword Genesyx is stolen and Columba is accused of its theft. Meanwhile, Aridisia Myric obtains membership to the Crypt of Scrolls, and the One Scroll Canodex vanishes. Soon after, the One Stone Luxullian disappears and Baron Marl Gneiss’ access to the Vault of Stones is denied. Banished, the three embark on a quest to recover the artifacts and restore their names.

Most everybody is at war with a neighbor. Laszlo just happens to be at war with his whole neighborhood. Or is it that the neighborhood is at war with him? When ballet teacher Laszlo Tamas falls in love with a house and impulsively buys it, he takes on major defects - mechanical and human. We can only watch in horror as Laszlo spirals downward into mayhem and madness.

Judd Farnon had no choice but to risk death in escaping prison. If he stayed, he was a dead man. An old boarding house where if you are honest, no questions are asked offers him the start of a new life. While trying to forget his past and the events that put him in jail in the first place, Judd finds more and more people are showing up in his room at the boarding house claiming it as their own.

The Paul Burke Mystery novels are a fresh and innovative take on the amateur sleuth murder mystery genre. Set against the backdrop of the beautiful French Riviera, ex-pro cyclist Paul Burke lives a quiet and simple life blogging about sports. In The Bastard Is Dead, Burke is assigned to cover the Tour de France. But when the unexpected happens and Pierre McManus, a team trainer celebrated by fans but hated by his fellow riders, dies just as a stage race ends, it’s a shock to everyone.

The experience of smell is the closest thing we have to intimate human contact without actually having it. A woman's perfume, a whiff of tobacco smoke, a little bit of diesel fume, and some spearmint gum might come close to someone's first kiss, for example. Of course, it's impossible to create a first kiss without the human element, but for Jim Bronson, it's the best he can do.

In the eight generations since the last and final war, humankind has moved closer — thanks to genetic engineering — to perfection in every way. That was what Detective Creally Leemling had been taught, even though he was only a Nearly Perfect. And he believed it — until he witnessed things no Perfect could imagine still existed. A mystery on earth’s surface leads this futuristic detective to a mind-shattering discovery, a beautiful young woman and a desperate plan to escape perfection…and survive.

Lawrence Karrier is the first to see the beauty while out on his morning run. A solitary thin cloud drifting down from the mountains and settling into the lake, like nothing he has ever seen before. Later in the day as the local factory empties and the bar fills up, the spectacle of a hundred such clouds against the evening sky beguiles the whole town. That is until someone is unfortunate enough to touch one.

Eine eigenwillige Versicherung bereitet Professor van Dusen Kopfzerbrechen. Laut einer darin enthaltenen Klausel darf die angesparte Summe nur an den letzten Überlebenden von drei Begünstigten ausgezahlt werden. Plötzlich geschehen in deren Umfeld allerhand unerklärliche Unfälle. Nur wenig später kommt es zu einem tragischen Todesfall. Professor van Dusen ist überzeugt, dass ein kaltblütig kalkulierter Mord vorliegt. Doch damit reißen die dramatischen Ereignisse nicht ab.

Als Jubilee von den Ängsten einer Freundin erzählte, in der Nachbarschaft eines unheimlichen Mannes zu wohnen, ahnten wir noch nicht, welche Gefahren sich damit auftaten. Es würde um das Leben der beiden Mädchen gehen und eine neue Gefahr begann zu entstehen. Ghouls waren der Abschaum der Hölle, eine der niedrigsten Dämonenarten, die es gab, dies sollte sich ändern. Einst waren Ghouls nicht so verkannt und so sollte es wieder werden. Gaddol, ein ganz besonderer Ghoul, sollte zu neuem Leben erweckt werden, die Ghouls zusammenführen und zu einer neuen Macht vereinen.

You’ve been told humanity crawled out of the mud, figured out fire, built pyramids with sticks, and suddenly invented Wi-Fi. You’ve been fed a neat little timeline that skips over the giants, the gods, the glowing sky chariots, and the inconvenient artifacts that scream, “This doesn’t belong here.” This book is what happens when you stop believing the museum version and start asking: What if the ancient gods weren’t gods at all? What if aliens kickstarted civilization, then ghosted us like a bad Tinder date?

What if peace was never something to chase, but something already flowing within you? In The Flow of Surrender, Elijah Ward offers a profound invitation to stop fighting with life and begin trusting the current that carries you. This is not about giving up or ignoring your challenges. It is about releasing the endless grip of control and learning to live from the still, steady place inside where peace has always been.

Life Through the Eyes of a Peon is not here to make you feel better. It’s here to slap the smile off your face and scream, “You’re not crazy — the whole damn system is.”

He survived the Blacklands. He made a home with the Outsiders, only to lose it all again. Eilo must dig deep to fight for its return and freedom from the Corporation. For all!

Durch eine Zeitmaschine werden Rud und Stan in das England des 12. Jahrhunderts zurückversetzt. Sie geraten mitten in einen erbarmungslosen Kampf, den sich der schwarze König Richard, ein psychopathischer Tyrann, und der rote Waldrebell, das Kapuzenkehlchen, liefern.

Gaddol war erwacht und immer mehr Ghouls kamen aus ihren Verstecken und sorgten für Angst und Schrecken. Doch wo steckte Gaddol? Wir wussten es nicht. Vicky besuchte eine Freundin, dabei wurde sie überfallen und die Freundin getötet. Ich nahm mich des scheinbar normalen Kriminalfalls an und recherchierte anhand der Aufzeichnungen des Todesopfers, wer hinter diesem Mord stecken könnte. Dabei kam ich einer großen Verschwörung auf die Schliche, die Vicky und mich das Leben kosten sollte.