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In the ancient city of York, a master charm has been stolen - one powerful enough to raise an army of metal guardians across the country. Built to protect, they can just as easily destroy, and in the wrong hands, they will. Which is bad enough. But if the charm isn't recovered soon, they won’t be the only ones on the rampage. Because Heather - near-goddess of the wood and wild, and deeply unimpressed partner of the charm's creator - will tear the city apart to stop them.

A call from an old colleague has DI Adams off her patch and out of her depth, dealing with a mysterious new beer that has unexpected side effects. Side effects that are much more dangerous and far-reaching than a simple hangover. Missing brewers. Inexplicable superpowers. Erratic behaviour. And it's not just the punters. Half the police in Yorkshire seem to have fallen under the beer's spell, and she's barely keeping a step ahead of them.

DI Adams fled London to escape bridge-dwelling monsters and magical toasties - a one-time experience she's in no hurry to repeat. She's police, not some cryptid hunter. Leeds has other plans, though. Tasked with the seemingly mundane case of a missing necklace, Adams soon realises she's stumbled into something inexplicable. The trinket is dangerous, and she's the only one who recognises it for what it is - a weapon that could tear the North apart.

When Toot Hansell’s water supply turns murky, it's easy to blame the notoriously soggy Yorkshire weather. But this winter, the rain's endless, the water's undrinkable, and the village is slowly turning into a marsh. The local water sprite, Nellie, could probably sort it all out—if she hadn't mysteriously vanished, leaving behind a battalion of furious geese, which are only adding to the problems. Now the only clean water in town is arriving in pricey bottles from Toot Hansell's new wellness guru, Lachlan Jameson. But the rising water isn't the only problem. People are disappearing.

A dragon is missing. DI Adams' missing person is human, not dragon, but the trails of both lead to the village of Eldmere, where glimpses of a mysterious Beast have drawn in the nation's monster hunters. And where the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and the Cloverly dragons are in hot pursuit of Gilbert. A valley full of weekend Yeti hunters and cryptozoologists won't stand between them and the young dragon. But something strange is happening in Eldmere, and the dragons, Beast, and ladies of the Women's Institute are at the heart of it.

A deeply emotional and highly romantic tale of two teens who fall in love while grieving the one person who makes their love impossible, in the vein of You’ve Reached Sam and The Sky Is Everywhere. Sarah feels unmoored following her boyfriend’s sudden and tragic death. Their love story was...

I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just walk away. We've got to get her back. Especially as her partner is a reaper with a scythe that can slice through reality, and the whole situation might be a teeny, tiny bit our fault. We're not going after Emma alone, though.

"Find Malcolm. His safety is your safety." Threat or promise, I wasn't hanging around to find out. Not when the sorcerer making it had just yanked me out of my skin for a friendly chat. But with scheming magicians, lurking necromancers, and Callum's long-lost family all competing to make my next out of body experience a permanent one, having a sorcerer on our side seems like a pretty good option. There's just one problem. If we want her help, we need to find her dentist. And we've only got one lead. Weres. Mouth-breathing, ravening monsters with too many teeth and no affection for my kind.

This is the life story of vet Peter Wright, charting his working relationship with the famous 'James Herriot', from work experience with him as a lad, to taking over his practice in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales. Packed full of laugh-out loud moments, heartbreaking stories and transporting tales of his love for working with the animals and people of this breathtaking part of the country. Covering his bucolic childhood growing up on a farm right through to the heady days of his successful Channel 5 TV series, Peter's warm nature and professional attitude shine through.

Like it or not, when a sorcerer asks you to track a magician, you track a magician. It's that or spend life as a hamster. So we did. But, turns out, the scary magician is the least of our worries. Between raging squirrel mobs, My Little Ravenous sewer monsters, and bungalow-dwelling necromancers with a good line in attack dogs, it's all we can do to keep ourselves the right side of dead. And that's before we stumble onto something far more sinister. Something that makes one dead son look like small carrots. Something that's going to raise an ancient almost-god and bring the world to its knees.

When a man from Callum's past turns up at our door claiming to have lost both the last herd of unicorns in England and his sister, I knew it should be a hard pass. The past has teeth. But old debts plus a damsel in distress means Callum just can't say no. G&C London, Private Investigators, are plunging deep into the magical underbelly of Leeds, and we're going to have our work cut out for us. Never mind the criminal dynasties, cross-dressing trolls, trained attack lizards, and philosophical donkeys - we need to find the sister and get out before the Watch get involved.

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.

Mary Trentwood is horrified when she watches her father crawl from his grave the day of his funeral. Mistaking the newly-arrived Alexander Hartwell to be her father's solicitor, Mary welcomes him into her home, not realizing he hunts a blackmailer. Why is Trentwood's ghost determined to make everyone think Mary is insane? Why is Hartwell snooping around Mary's home rather than looking over Trentwood's papers? Who is the blackmailer, and what are they doing in Mary's home?

The natural magic of the classic The Island of the Blue Dolphins meets the danger and courage of The Hunger Games in this dazzling, intricate stand-alone fantasy novel set in award-winning author Sarah Beth Durst’s beloved world of Renthia. Life is precious and precarious on the islands of...

This is a tale that used to be about dungeons... Now it's mostly about walking in the woods with a friend, looking for mushrooms to put in your soup. Maybe haggling with the squash seller, or taking care of a neglected garden, or even just putting some jam on a good shortbread biscuit. And yes, sometimes you still go down into the dungeons with your friends, and kill monsters there, disarm traps, avoid spiked pits etcetera, etcetera. But when you come out now, it's not really about the gold and loot.

Los misterios de la taberna Kamogawa es una de las novelas más apetitosas que vas a escuchar jamás. Una historia llena de ternura sobre una pareja de detectives formada por el padre y la hija del Kamogawa Shokudo, un restaurante escondido en Kioto, que siempre está lleno. El éxito entre la clientela radica en que este dúo singular se ha especializado en preparar exactamente el plato que el público anhela y recuerda de su pasado y no es capaz de reproducir o encontrar.

El jardinero no siempre es el asesino, a veces es el cadáver... Angela Merkel se enfrenta a esta extravagante situación cuando su perrito Putin descubre el cadáver de un jardinero en el cementerio de Klein-Freudenstadt. El muerto está en una posición imposible: boca abajo y enterrado de manera que solo sus piernas sobresalen. Los sospechosos de este asesinato se pueden encontrar en dos familias rivales que dirigen sendas empresas de pompas fúnebres: hay un oscuro director gerente, una contable algo inestable, un adorador de Satán.

Dirigió Alemania con mano firme. Ahora no le temblará el pulso para resolver un caso de asesinato. Angela Merkel se retiró hace seis semanas y acaba de mudarse con su esposo, el guardaespaldas y su perrito Putin a una despoblada pero encantadora región del interior de Alemania. Acostumbrada a una vida turbulenta que le llevó a enfrentarse a duros líderes mundiales, situaciones límite y unos tres mil banquetes de Estado, ahora tiene dificultades para concentrarse en la tranquilidad del campo. Dedicarse sólo a hacer pasteles y senderismo va camino de convertirse en un soberano aburrimiento.

Agatha Raisin se lía la manta a la cabeza y decide marcharse de Londres para saborear las mieles de una jubilación anticipada en un tranquilo pueblo de los Cotswolds, donde no tarda en aburrirse como una ostra. Desplegar su talento para la alta cocina en el concurso gastronómico de la parroquia tendría que convertirla, por fuerza, en una celebridad. Sin embargo, al primer bocado de su exquisita quiche, el juez del concurso cae desplomado y Agatha se ve obligada a confesar la amarga verdad: la quiche letal era comprada.

Al despertarme, solo sé tres cosas: me llamo Emma, alguien intentó matarme y no puedo recordar quién. La única forma de mantenerme a salvo es recuperar las respuestas enterradas en lo más profundo de mi mente. Pero mientras hablo con los que me visitan —escuchando las voces amables de los médicos y las enfermeras, agradecida por el cuidado de mis amigos y familiares—, empiezo a descubrir las mentiras que contradicen lo que recuerdo de mi vida. Dicen que solo es mi memoria rota.

A consecuencia de un turbio incidente con el hijo de un poderoso político, Rocco Schiavone, subjefe de la policía de Roma, ha sido «desterrado» a una pequeña ciudad del valle de Aosta, en los Alpes italianos. Para un romano sofisticado y amante de la buena vida, no es la mejor noticia. El frío, las botas de nieve y el provincianismo de los autóctonos estimulan la natural tendencia de Rocco a las malas pulgas, así que, visto el panorama, un caso difícil le vendría de maravilla.

Un robo absurdo en un supermercado, el encarcelamiento un tanto estrambótico de un capo de la mafia, un asesinato cometido durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Sin embargo, a pesar de la firme determinación con que Montalbano afronta la resolución de estos casos, su auténtica pasión es descifrar el contenido simbólico que encierran. «Todo crimen conlleva un mensaje, la cuestión es conocer el código de quien lo ha escrito», le recuerda un excéntrico sacerdote al comisario.

Un misterioso anuncio de una sola línea en una revista culinaria, sin número de teléfono ni dirección: ¡quienes deseen visitar la taberna Kamogawa tienen que confiar en un toque de magia para llegar hasta ella! Solo los asiduos y los curiosos, guiados por el destino, encuentran el camino hasta el pequeño edificio escondido entre las callejuelas de Kioto.

¿Puede haber algo más emocionante que encontrar un cadáver en un callejón? El Club Cotilla piensa que no: encontrar un muerto permite fisgonear y, a pesar de la tragedia, es muy divertido. A pesar de que nuestras adorables ancianitas quieren investigar, el inspector de policía no las quiere a menos de un kilómetro de la comisaría. Pero ellas, tan ingeniosas y entrañables como siempre, harán todo lo posible por meterse de cabeza en el caso. El Club Cotilla ha abierto una agencia de detectives, se ha puesto a estudiar en la universidad, y quiere mantenerse a la cabeza del cotilleo ...