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Touch is an electrifying thriller by the author of The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August and 84K. He tried to take my life. Instead, I took his. It was a long time ago. I remember it was dark, and I didn't see my killer until it was too late. As I died, my hand touched his. That's when the first switch took place. Suddenly, I was looking through the eyes of my killer, and I was watching myself die. Now switching is easy. I can jump from body to body, have any life, be anyone. Some people touch lives. Others take them. I do both.

Seventeen years ago, King Odysseus sailed to war with Troy, taking with him every man of fighting age from the island of Ithaca. None of them has returned, and the women of Ithaca have been left behind to run the kingdom. Penelope was barely into womanhood when she wed Odysseus. Now, speculation is mounting that her husband is dead, and suitors are beginning to knock at her door. No man is strong enough to claim Odysseus' empty throne—not yet. But everyone waits for the balance of power to tip, and Penelope knows that any choice she makes could plunge Ithaca into bloody civil war.

Many years ago, Odysseus sailed to war and never returned. For twenty years his wife Penelope and the women of Ithaca have guarded the isle against suitors and rival kings. But peace cannot be kept forever, and the balance of power is about to break. A beggar has arrived at the Palace. Salt-crusted and ocean-battered, he is scorned by the suitors—but Penelope recognises in him something terrible: her husband, Odysseus, returned at last. Yet this Odysseus is no hero.

A novel about life and death and a quest for moral purpose, by the acclaimed author of word-of-mouth best seller The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August. Sooner or later, Death visits everyone. Before that, they meet Charlie: The Harbinger. Sometimes he comes as a courtesy, sometimes as a warning. Either way, this will be the most important meeting of your life. But who will come for Charlie?

My name is Hope Arden, and you won't know who I am. But we've met before—a thousand times. It started when I was 16 years old. A father forgetting to drive me to school. A mother setting the table for three, not four. A friend who looks at me and sees a stranger. No matter what I do, the words I say, the crimes I commit, you will never remember who I am. That makes my life difficult. It also makes me dangerous. The Sudden Appearance of Hope is a riveting and heartbreaking exploration of identity and existence, about a forgotten girl whose story will stay with you forever.

On the isle of Ithaca, queen Penelope maintains a delicate balance of power. Many years ago, her husband Odysseus sailed to war with Troy and never came home. In his absence, Penelope uses all her cunning to keep the peace—a peace that is shattered by the return of Orestes, King of Mycenae, and his sister Elektra. Orestes' hands are stained with his mother's blood. Not so long ago, the son of Agamemnon took Queen Clytemnestra's life on Ithaca's sands. Now, wracked with guilt, he is slowly losing his mind.

Harry August is on his deathbed. Again. No matter what he does or the decisions he makes, when death comes, Harry always returns to where he began, a child with all the knowledge of a life he has already lived a dozen times before. Nothing ever changes. Until now. As Harry nears the end of his 11th life, a little girl appears at his bedside. "I nearly missed you, Doctor August", she says. "I need to send a message". This is the story of what Harry does next, and what he did before, and how he tries to save a past he cannot change and a future he cannot allow.

Ven was once a holy man, a keeper of ancient archives. It was his duty to interpret archaic texts, sorting useful knowledge from the heretical ideas of the Burning Age - a time of excess and climate disaster. For in Ven's world, such material must be closely guarded so that the ills that led to that cataclysmic era can never be repeated.

It is the place where fortunes can be made and lost though chess, backgammon - every game under the sun. But those whom fortune favours may be invited to compete in the higher league...where the games played are of politics and nations, of economics and kings. It is a contest where Capture the Castle involves real castles and where hide and seek takes place on the scale of a continent. Among those worthy of competing in the higher league, three unusually talented contestants play for the highest stakes of all....

He tried to take my life. Instead I took his. It happened so long ago, I've forgotten the details. But he was desperate, hungry enough to kill. As I was dying, my hand touched his.That's when my first switch took place. I looked through the eyes of my killer just in time to see my own body die. Now switching is easy. I can jump from body to body, have any life, be anyone. All it takes is a touch.

In this adventure novel set in 17th-century Venice, one brave woman dares to compete in the higher league of a mysterious establishment known as the Gamehouse.

Il pensait m'ôter la vie. À la place, je pris la sienne.C'était il y a longtemps. Il faisait nuit et je ne voyais pas mon assassin. Ma main toucha la sienne. Ce fut le moment du premier saut. Tout à coup, je voyais le monde à travers ses yeux, mon corps ensanglanté gisant dans une ruelle sombre. Désormais, je peux être n'importe qui. Je passe de corps en corps, fuyant ceux qui cherchent à m'éliminer. Certains sauvent des vies, d'autres tuent. Moi, je fais les deux. Et si je te touche... je prendrai ta vie.

Mein Name ist Kepler. Ihr könnt mich einen Geist nennen, eine Seele, einen Körperwanderer. Ich bin seit Jahrhunderten kein Mensch mehr. Körper sind für mich nur Gefäße, die ich mit einer Berührung in Besitz nehmen kann, Haut an Haut, mehr braucht es nicht. Ich könnte dieser alte Mann dort sein. Die junge Frau mit dem Kinderwagen. Oder eine Sekunde später das Schulkind neben ihr. Doch jemand kennt mein Geheimnis und hat einen Killer auf mich angesetzt.

Mein Name ist Kepler. Ihr könnt mich einen Geist nennen, eine Seele, einen Körperwanderer. Ich bin seit Jahrhunderten kein Mensch mehr. Körper sind für mich nur Gefäße, die ich mit einer Berührung in Besitz nehmen kann, Haut an Haut, mehr braucht es nicht. Ich könnte dieser alte Mann dort sein. Die junge Frau mit dem Kinderwagen. Oder eine Sekunde später das Schulkind neben ihr. Doch jemand kennt mein Geheimnis und hat einen Killer auf mich angesetzt. Ich werde herausfinden, wer dahintersteckt.