Mayhem explodes when monsters mix with guns, rednecks and beer. Craig Nybo's second novel, Small Town Monsters, visits the town of DePalma Beach, Montana, a peaceful lake community with a five-star rating in any tour travel guide. Monster hunter isn't in the job description when Kurt McCammus, a Los Angeles homicide detective, leaves the big city and all its violence behind to take a job as chief of police in DePalma Beach. He falls in ...
Death, Resurrection, and Rock and Roll. Book 2 in the Pan-Galactic Prom Show duology. Hundreds of alien creatures gather at the Collundrome, an asteroid party venue, for the Pan-Galactic Prom Show, the biggest bash in the known universe. Funk Toast, an Earth band, is slated to headline the event. But Knolar Jex, intergalactic pirate and terrorist, has his own nefarious plans for this year's extravaganza. Meanwhile…Twana Burch and a few frie ...
An intergalactic pop idol dies in a tragic murder. But one of his most devoted fans isn’t ready to say goodbye. Twana Burch, super-fan, waits outside a concert venue for a glimpse of Bieber, the object of her obsession. Her whole world changes when his limo explodes. In the blast, she catches a souvenir, his finger. In the midst of recent controversy surrounding illegal cloning, Twana concocts a plan to resurrect her pop idol and rescue his care ...
Krimikirjanduse kuninganna Agatha Christie on kirjutanud rohkesti luhijutte teispoolsest viirastusteilmast. Romaanid tulid hiljem – kirjanikukarjaari alustas ta lugudega, mis pajatasid spiritismist, oudsetest ettekuulutustest, teispoolsusest tulevatest hoiatustest ja seletamatutest onnetustest. Koige jubedamad ja eriskummalisemad lood on nuud koondatud kogumikku „Viimane vaimudetund”. Luhilugudes kohtume esimest korda kuulsate detektiivide Herc ...
This is the story of a beautiful woman. And of a monster. It is also the story off our silly, selfish, culture-bound inhabitants of the planet Earth. Es, who was something of an artist. Gene, who studied atoms—and fought the world and himself. Louis, who philosophized. And Larry—that’s my name—who tried to write books. ...
Time traveling, which is not quite the good clean boyish fun it’s cracked up to be, started for me when this woman with the sigil on her forehead looked in on me from the open doorway of the hotel bedroom where I’d hidden myself and the bottles and asked me, “Look, Buster, do you want to live?” ...
“I, the Mind Spider as you name me—the deathless one, the eternally exiled, the eternally imprisoned—or so his overconfident enemies suppose—coming in.” ...
“Now and then Mrs. Groener used to scream,” the big man explained, “when she’d been drinking heavily I’d leave the bedroom. It may have been a rebuke or summons to me, or a fighting challenge to the whiskey bottle, or simply an expression of her rather dark evaluation of life. But it had never meant anything more real than that—until tonight.” ...
