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They are the perfect couple, if perfection is a measure of lies and deception. They travel from town to town, conning their way across country while working confidence games, large and small. When their past turns up to haunt them, they both quickly realize they are but hours away from certain death. Life then becomes a contest of ruthless cunning, but this is a game they play well.

An unknown client contracted him to assassinate a quirky, unassuming middle-aged man with no apparent enemies and no violent tendencies. After his first attempt fails, the distraught hitman returns for another attempt. Yet no matter how he tries, he cannot kill the Forever Man.

From place to place he creeps like a plague of mayhem that spoils all it touches. He is born evil, a man so vile that not even Africa's heart of darkness can long tolerate him. Once the nations of that vast continent disavow him, he can only find sanctuary amid the toughest lands left on Earth. Soon, he will be bound for Texas!

He found a side trail to avoid the bullies of his new neighborhood. It is a lost way through a forgotten cemetery and not even the bravest of his tormentors will walk there. For him, the shortcut is a form of salvation from unwarranted attacks, but for his mother and stepfather it is an excruciating mystery, when through the 'Meadows he goes.

If you had known him as a young man, you would not be surprised to learn that he ended up on the coroner's slab with a bullet hole in his forehead. Yet if you knew him as a man, this is the last fate you would imagine for him. We all got it coming. The start doesn't always dictate the end, but the end is certain, nonetheless.

After he follows a wealthy runaway debutante from Boston to the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico, an American investigator must hire a local guide to lead him into the dense jungles of the Mesoamerican interior in search of her. There, five centuries ago, countless Mayans perished atop the chacmool, their beating hearts ripped from their dying bodies. Soon, the dark stains of these ancient rituals will provide the evidence he seeks, and blood will flow.

Lost in the anonymity of a big city, he dreams of faraway places that languish beneath broad, cloudless skies. He dreams of endless horizons and expansive landscapes. He dreams of Texas – somehow, he will get there, no matter the cost. It’s a long, hot walk.

This home has a history as unforgettable as it is undeniable. Stop in for a weekend of mystery and fun. Thrill to the unexplained thumps, taps and footsteps. Marvel at the passing cold in the heat of a southern summer. Is it your imagination? Or is it the Immaculate?

He has perfected the necessary skills, collected the requisite equipment, and buried the resultant bodies. Like a grotesque human hermit crab, he periodically sheds one shell for another, gutting the original to make it his own, and no regard whatever for previous ownership. A ruthless master of disguises, he lives many lives. Maybe one of them will be yours.

He is the most prolific sniper in a long, deadly war. In fact, he succeeds to the point that his own comrades have learned to shun him. It's his job. He's good at it.

When the constraints of the mission make it impossible to use electronics or cameras, they send him. His memory is eidetic. “Photographic”. His infallible mind is simultaneously his most blessed gift and his most devilish curse, because nothing is more haunting and vengeful than memory. His is a graveyard of murdered faces.

Upon opening a time capsule from 1968, the author finds a letter written by a condemned insurance agent from Texas only minutes before his arrest on capital murder charges. By the time you read his letter, fifty years will have passed, and nothing can be done to save its author. Beware of dames, dives, and death.

Facing the hangman's noose, he confesses everything. Because he lived a notoriously colorful life, most of his stories cannot be believed. Even so, he has one chance to make a final statement. He vows to make it count.

He is ruthlessly ambitious. He believes in selling people what they want. He's not a thief, but he'll take anything he can get. He's not a killer, but he's responsible for countless deaths. The first day he shows up at your door, it's a party. The last day he shows up at your door, it's a funeral.

A young, newlywed couple. A new custom home. A good life. Yet nothing can ever be perfect. Though their evenings at home are filled with playful lovemaking in the first months spent in their lavish new dwelling, a chill begins to settle over them with the passage of time. They cannot possibly anticipate the truly horrid source of their discomfort.

During the course of their apocalyptic odyssey, one such band of desperate survivors must overcome petty, pre-Terminus differences to form life-and-death bonds strong enough to withstand the actual end of their world.

During his service as an intern at the SETI Project, Simian Wynwood fatefully records “first contact” with an alien intelligence. Captured in high-fidelity analog format, this broadcast message contains vast stores of advanced, world-changing technology. Within months, this so-called SETI-Tech becomes widely available to the general populous, and disturbing events rapidly begin to unfold around the planet as an apparently benevolent alien influence slowly embraces and then seizes control of nearly every aspect of human civilization.

After the apocalyptic Terminus Signal induces worldwide slaughter, a death-weary band of survivors has followed the exotically handsome Deacon into a desert wasteland equally plagued by semi-organized clans of Terminal-case burnouts and bizarre alien chimeras. From Badwater Basin, sunken into the lowest badlands of North America to the high, frozen icecaps of Antarctica, this hardy troupe of survivors has come to raise hell and kick alien ass.

After the apocalyptic Terminus Signal induces worldwide slaughter, a death-weary band of survivors attempts to rebuild their ravaged civilization amid an alien wilderness that overflows with bizarre savagery. Although copious quantities of drugs and alcohol disappear inside the Village each night, these tormented holdouts struggle with unquiet consciences that are hopelessly infected by endless black thoughts. For, having survived the ultimate act of genocidal self-destruction, each one of them bear their memories and scars – and the guilt of countless wicked, homicidal crimes.

He can't avoid the stench. It's everywhere… in his food… in his clothing… his home… his office. Everything swims in the odor of feces and he can't possibly know if it's all in his mind or if the entire world has gone bad.