How could Britain's oldest and most aristocratic merchant bank, which numbered the Queen among its clients, collapse with debts of L869 million? And why did a well-paid, high-flying 28 year-old plasterer's son from Watford end up sentenced to six-and-a-half years in a Singapore goal?
IT IS A YEAR of firsts for 19-year-old Ruth. She has just left home, just started university and is just falling in love. The future hangs before her, glittering and bright. Yet when her new boyfriend Anton begins asking probing questions about her scars, she is hurtled into the past.
Headline has hit on to a winner with John Gideon. GREELY'S COVE is an ambitious, well-crafted horror novel with fascinating characters, all of whom have secrets, and a storyline which builds like a pyramid of cards, each one with a different face, but all with blood red backs' FEAR.
Twelve hours after a woman's broken body is washed up on a deserted shore on the south coast of england, her traumatised three-year-old daughter is discovered twenty miles away walking the streets of People, alone and apparently abandoned.
Morningstar is the best first novel I've read in a long time: an audacious and heady mixture of vampires, goddesses and psychopaths. Wonderful stuff.'
17th Century B.C Egypt is a shadow of its former self. An army of babarians from the north-east has swept throught the Empire on horse-drawn chariots (the Egyptians had never seen horses before), destroying everything in its path.
'He has a straightforward storytelling style and an uncanny grasp of just what makes characters work. In just a few sentences he presents those characters to his readers as fully rounded people, then puts them in the worst situations imaginable, so that readers turn the pages so fast they leave burn marks on the paper' Horrorstruck
In at least onesense, the genesis of the present volume was a late night educational television program to which we had been invited to discuss our special field: the social mores of the Indian Nations between 1850 and 1900.
She does not sense a thing until a nightmare has melded seamlessly into wakefulness. Before she can a scream from her diaphragm, thick duct tape is across her mouth. She screams, but the sturdy, unyielding tape silences her, and scream is chocked off; the acrid taste of adhesive is on her tongue.
In the hert of the Brazilian jungle he searched for a woman who did not want to be found. The journey would change his life.