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Wenn du jemanden getötet hättest, wüsstest du das - oder? Ein Mann wacht am Strand der kleinen schottischen Insel Harris auf, ohne zu wissen, wer er ist. Er trägt eine Schwimmweste und ist vollkommen durchnässt. Von den Inselbewohnern erfährt er, dass er offenbar Neal Maclean heißt und ein Buch über drei Leuchtturmwärter schreibt, die im Jahr 1900 von einer benachbarten Inselgruppe verschwanden. Auf der Suche nach seiner Erinnerung landet Neal schließlich genau dort, auf den unbewohnten Flannan Isles, wo er eine schockierende Entdeckung macht: In der verlassenen Insel-Kapelle liegt ein Mann mit eingeschlagenem Schädel.

Gritty, unforgettable, and emotionally devastating, Coffin Moon asks what will be left of our humanity when grief transmutes into violence, when monsters wear human faces, and when our thirst for revenge eclipses everything else.

A man stands bewildered on a deserted beach on the Hebridean Isle of Harris. He cannot remember who he is. The only clue to his identity is a folded map of a path named the Coffin Road. He does not know where this search will take him. A detective from Lewis sits aboard a boat, filled with doubt. DS George Gunn knows that a bludgeoned corpse has been discovered on a remote rock 20 miles offshore. He does not know if he has what it takes to uncover how and why.

An eerie and compelling ghost story set on the dark wilds of the Yorkshire moors. For fans of The Witchfinder's Sister or The Silent Companions, this Gothic tale will weave its way into your imagination and chill you to the bone. Maybe you've heard tales about Scarcross Hall, the house on the old coffin path that winds from village to moor top. They say there's something up here, something evil. Mercy Booth isn't afraid. The moors and Scarcross are her home and lifeblood.

My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel.

Stretching along the shelf, standing upright, were 12 wooden coffins. Nine were closed and three open...with little dolls standing inside them. It was supposed to be the most special day of her life - until the unthinkable happened. Leslie Petersen is shot dead on her wedding day. With the bride's killer vanished without a trace, the investigation into the murder grinds to a halt before it's even begun. But then, the decomposing body of an unidentified homeless man is found in an old Cold War bunker, and DCI Mark Lapslie makes a bizarre discovery.

Despite many years living in South Devon, DI Wesley Peterson has never visited the tiny island of St Rumon's. That is until erosion from a storm reveals three bodies buried outside the local churchyard. Two are ancient skeletons, but one is far more recent, and Wesley realises he has uncovered a case of murder. But whose remains are they? And who killed them? The island has only a small number of inhabitants. Yet one resident keeps cropping up in Wesley's investigation: the author and self-styled academic Quentin Search.

When my boss, the god of Autumn, Death, and Justice, appeared out of the blue and gave me an assignment that may be filled with certain danger, an unholy artifact, and watching over three monstrous women, you bet your dead heart you better pay attention.

The good. The afterlife lately has been pretty sweet for the most part. The staff has grown, and we all are getting along famously. The hotel is looking great, and the soul pennies keep flowing in, clawed hand over fist. I've been thinking about adding a new wing to the hotel and maybe purchasing those little mints you put on pillows to classy up the joint. The bad. Horrific monsters want to raid the hotel. I have pages to an unholy book that can end the world. Monstrous bikers are terrorizing the guests.

Oxford historian Daniel Kind and his partner Miranda both want to escape to a new life. On impulse they buy a cottage in Brackdale, an idyllic valley in the Lake District. But though they hope to live the dream, the past soon catches up with them. Tarn Cottage was once home to Barrie Gilpin, suspected of a savage murder. A young woman's body was found on the Sacrifice Stone, an ancient pagan site up on the fell, but Barrie died before he could be arrested. Daniel has personal reasons for becoming fascinated by the case and for believing in Barrie's innocence.

A new mystery featuring the complex and fascinating London policeman John Coffin finds Coffin investigating the apparently accidental deaths of two of his officers, deaths linked to a strange half-dead tree.

It was the kind of sleepy little Texas town where nothing ever happened. Then eight masked men robbed the train from Sterling City and left a handful of bodies behind them, and pretty soon the marshal was up to his badge in problems. First of all there was the murder of one of Coffin Creek's most respected citizens to solve. Then there was the sudden, unwelcome appearance of a federal lawman who figured Marshal Baker was too old for his job.

When Clare, Lise, and Kelly arrive at The Scarry Inn just before a major storm, they're thrilled to learn they'll be staying in a room known as The Coffin, which is adorned with coffin beds and other macabre decorations. Little do they know that one of them will end up in a coffin for real - because a tornado isn't the only thing threatening the inn's grand opening.