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Wars of Light and Shadow #03 - Warhosts of Vastmark

Janny Wurts

Wars of Light and Shadow #09 - Initiate's Trial

<h3>Review</h3><p><em>"Like the best of J.R.R. Tolkien and Frank Herbert, Janny Wurts's worlds are bursting with the primal force, brimming with unforgettable characters, infused with magic both dark and glorious."  —Eric Lustbader, author,</em> The Bourne Legacy</p><p><em>"Janny Wurts builds beautiful castles in the air . . . where every detail is richly imagined and vividly rendered."  —Diana Gabaldon, author,</em> Outlander</p><p><em>"Even newcomers to the saga . . . will soon recognize fantasy writing of a high level. . . . Wurts is an accomplished builder of worlds, scenes and characters through well-chosen detail, with an ear for dialogue and an eye for realism."  —</em>Publishers Weekly<em> on</em> Grand Conspiracy</p><p><em>"Janny Wurts writes with astonishing energy; she aims high. Just when you think she's gone as far as anyone can go, she raises the stakes."  —</em><em>Stephen R. Donaldson, author,</em> Lord Foul's Bane</p><h3>About the Author</h3><p><strong>Janny Wurts</strong> is the author of the Cycle of Fire series and coauthor of the worldwide bestselling Empire series with Raymond E. Feist. She lives in Florida.</p><

James White

The Watch Below

Patricia Wentworth

The Watersplash

C L Werner

What Price Vengeance

Donald E Westlake

What's So Funny

Donald E Westlake

What's The Worst That Could Happen

Jerry Weintraub

When I Stop Talking You'll Know I'm Dead

Kate Wilhelm

Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang

<div><h3>Review</h3><p>"The best novel about cloning written to date."--<em>Locus</em><br></p><p>"Kate Wilhelm's cautionary message comes through loud and clear."--<em>The New York Times</em><br></p><p>"One of the best treatments of cloning in SF."--<em>The New Encyclopedia of Science Fiction</em><br></p><h3>Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.</h3><p><strong>Chapter 1</strong><br><br>What David always hated most about the Sumner family dinners was the way everyone talked about him as if he were not there.<br>"Has he been eating enough meat lately? He looks peaked."<br>"You spoil him, Carrie. If he won't eat his dinner, don't let him go out and play. You were like that, you know."<br>"When I was his age, I was husky enough to cut down a tree with a hatchet. He couldn't cut his way out of a fog."<br>David would imagine himself invisible, floating unseen over their heads as they discussed him. Someone would ask if he had a girlfriend yet, and they would <em>tsk-tsk</em> whether the answer was yes or no. From his vantage point he would aim a ray gun at Uncle Clarence, whom he especially disliked, because he was fat, bald, and very rich. Uncle Clarence dipped his biscuits in his gravy, or in syrup, or more often in a mixture of sorghum and butter that he stirred together on his plate until it looked like baby shit.<br>"Is he still planning to be a biologist? He should go to med school and join Walt in his practice."<br>He would point his ray gun at Uncle Clarence and cut a neat plug out of his stomach and carefully ease it out, and Uncle Clarence would ooze from the opening and flow all over them.<br>"David." He started with alarm, then relaxed again. "David, why don't you go out and see what the other kids are up to?" His father's quiet voice, saying actually, That's enough of that. And they would turn their collective mind to one of the other offspring.<br>As David grew older, he learned the complex relationships that he merely accepted as a child. Uncles, aunts, cousins, second cousins, third cousins. And the honorary members--the brothers and sisters and parents of those who had married into the family. There were the Sumners and Wistons and O'Gradys and Heinemans and the Meyers and Capeks and Rizzos, all part of the same river that flowed through the fertile valley.<br>He remembered the holidays especially. The old Sumner house was rambling with many bedrooms upstairs and an attic that was wall-to-wall mattresses, pallets for the children, with an enormous fan in the west window. Someone was forever checking to make certain that they hadn't all suffocated in the attic. The older children were supposed to keep an eye on the younger ones, but what they did in fact was to frighten them night after night with ghost stories. Eventually the noise level would rise until adult intervention was demanded. Uncle Ron would clump up the stairs heavily and there would be a scurrying, with suppressed giggles and muffled screams, until everyone found a bed again, so that by the time he turned on the hall light that illuminated the attic dimly, all the children would seem to be sleeping. He would pause briefly in the doorway, then close the door, turn off the light, and tramp back down the stairs, apparently deaf to the renewed merriment behind him.<br>Whenever Aunt Claudia came up, it was like an apparition. One minute pillows would be flying, someone would be crying, someone else trying to read by flashlight, several of the boys playing cards by another flashlight, some of the girls huddled together whispering what had to be delicious secrets, judging by the way they blushed and looked desperate if an adult came upon them suddenly, and then the door would snap open, the light would fall on the disorder, and she would be standing there. Aunt Claudia was very tall and thin, her nose was too big, and she was tanned to a permanent old-leather color. She would stand there, immobile and terrible, and the children would creep back into bed without a sound. She would not move until everyone was back where he or she belonged, then she would close the door soundlessly. The silence would drag on and on. The ones nearest to the door would hold their breath, trying to hear breathing on the other side. Eventually someone would become brave enough to open the door a crack, and if she were truly gone, the party would resume.<br>The smells of holidays were fixed in David's memory. All the usual smells: fruit cakes and turkeys, the vinegar that went in the egg dyes, the greenery and the thick, creamy smoke of bayberry candles. But what he remembered most vividly was the smell of gunpowder that they all carried at the Fourth of July gathering. The smell that permeated their hair and clothes lasted on their hands for days and days. Their hands would be stained purple-black by berry picking, and the color and smell were one of the indelible images of his childhood. Mixed in with it was the smell of the sulfur that was dusted on them liberally to confound the chiggers.<br>If it hadn't been for Celia, his childhood would have been perfect. Celia was his cousin, his mother's sister's daughter. She was one year younger than David, and by far the prettiest of all his cousins. When they were very young they promised to marry one day, and when they grew older and it was made abundantly clear that no cousins might ever marry in that family, they became implacable enemies. He didn't know how they had been told. He was certain that no one ever put it in words, but they knew. When they could not avoid each other after that, they fought. She pushed him out of the hayloft and broke his arm when he was fifteen, and when he was sixteen they wrestled from the back door of the Winston farmhouse to the fence, fifty or sixty yards away. They tore the clothes off each other, and he was bleeding from her fingernails down his back, she from scraping her shoulder on a rock. Then somehow in their rolling and squirming frenzy, his cheek came down on her uncovered chest, and he stopped fighting. He suddenly became a melting, sobbing, incoherent idiot and she hit him on the head with a rock and ended the fight.<br>Up to that point the battle had been in almost total silence, broken only by gasps for breath and whispered language that would have shocked their parents. But when she hit him and he went limp, not unconscious, but dazed, uncaring, inert, she screamed, abandoning herself to terror and anguish. The family tumbled from the house as if they had been shaken out, and their first impression must have been that he had raped her. His father hustled him to the barn, presumably for a thrashing. But in the barn his father, belt in hand, looked at him with an expression that was furious, and strangely sympathetic. He didn't touch David, and only after he had turned and left did David realize that tears were still running down his face.<br>In the family there were farmers, a few lawyers, two doctors, insurance brokers and bankers and millers, hardware merchandisers, other shopkeepers. David's father owned a large department store that catered to the upper-middle-class clientele of the valley. The valley was rich, the farms in it large and lush. David always supposed that the family, except for a few ne'er-do-wells, was rather wealthy. Of all his relatives his favorite was his father's brother Walt. Dr. Walt, they all called him, never uncle. He played with the children and taught them grown-up things, like where to hit if you really meant it, where not to hit in a friendly scrap. He seemed to know when to stop treating them as children long before anyone else in the family did. Dr. Walt was the reason David had decided very early to become a scientist.<br>David was seventeen when he went to Harvard. His birthday was in September and he didn't go home for it. When he did return at Thanksgiving, and the clan had gathered, Grandfather Sumner poured the ritual before-dinner martinis and handed one to him. And Uncle Warner said to him, "What do you think we should do about Bobbie?"<br>He had arrived at that mysterious crossing that is never delineated clearly enough to see in advance. He sipped his martini, not liking it particularly, and knew that childhood had ended, and he felt a profound sadness and loneliness.<br>The Christmas that David was twenty-three seemed out of focus. The scenario was the same, the attic full of children, the food smells, the powdering of snow, none of that had changed, but he was seeing it from a new position and it was not the wonderland it had been. When his parents went home he stayed on at the Wiston farm for a day or two, waiting for Celia's arrival. She had missed the Christmas Day celebration, getting ready for her coming trip to Brazil, but she would be there, her mother had assured Grandmother Wiston, and David was waiting for her, not happily, not with any expectation of reward, but with a fury that grew and caused him to stalk the old house like a boy being punished for another's sin.<br>When she came home and he saw her standing with her mother and grandmother, his anger melted. It was like seeing Celia in a time distortion, as she was and would be, or had been. Her pale hair would not change much, but her bones would become more prominent and the almost emptiness of her face would have written on it a message of concern, of love, of giving, of being decisively herself, of a strength unsuspected in her frail body. Grandmother Wiston was a beautiful old lady, he thought in wonder, amazed that he never had seen her beauty before. Celia's mother was more beautiful than the girl. And he saw the resemblance to his own mother in the trio. Wordlessly, defeated, he turned and went to the rear of the house and put on one of his grandfather's heavy jackets because he didn't want to see her at all now and his own outdoor clothing was in the front hall closet too near where she was standing.<br>He walked a long time in the frosty afternoon, seeing very little, and shaking himself from time to time when he realized that the cold was entering his shoes or making his ears numb. He should turn back, he thought often, but he walked on. And he found that he was climbing the slope to the antique forest that his grandfather had taken him to once, a long time ago. He climbed and became warmer, and at dusk he was under the branches of the tiers of trees that had been there since the beginning of time. They or others that were identical to them. Waiting. Forever waiting for the day when they would start the whole climb up the evolutiona...</p></div><

Jessica Warman

Where the Truth Lies

<p>On the surface, Emily Meckler leads the perfect life. She has three best friends, two loving parents, and the ideal setup at the Connecticut prep school where her father is the headmaster. But Emily also suffers from devastating nightmares about fire and water, and nobody knows why. Then the enigmatic Del Sugar enters her life, and Emily is immediately swept away&#8212;but her passionate relationship with Del is just the first of many things that aren't quite what they seem in Emily's life. As the lies she's been told start to unravel, Emily must set out to discover the truth regarding her nightmare; on a journey that will lead her to question everything she thought she knew about love, family, and her own idyllic past. This companion novel to Warman's critically acclaimed Breathless proves that sometimes the biggest lies are told to the people you love the most.<

Nina Wright

Whiskey and Tonic

Dealing with the first anniversary of her husband's death would be much easier for Whiskey Mattimoe if the newly-crowned Miss Blossom wasn't scheduled to die on the very same day. It seems everybody in Magnet Springs knew about the not-so-secret curse of the Miss Blossom pageant except for Whiskey–full-time real estate agent, part-time sleuth, long-suffering owner of Abra, her willful and sometimes felonious Afghan hound, and reluctant guardian for the soon-be-deceased Miss Blossom. Any hope that Abra has reformed her purse-snatching ways is dashed when the dog disappears with the emerald-laden Miss Blossom tiara, a priceless--albeit horrendously ugly and gawdy--heirloom insured for more than Whiskey's net worth. Suddenly Whiskey finds herself tangled in a web of deceit and murder that spans centuries and involves her dearly departed husband, for better or worse. When the new Miss Blossom lands in the hospital and the former Miss Blossom turns up dead, Whiskey's got to catch a cold-blooded killer before another generation of Magnet Springs' royalty succumbs to a fate worse than wearing the Miss Blossom tiara.<

Nina Wright

Whiskey and Water

She’s at it again! In this fourth installment in the Whiskey Mattimoe series, Magnet Springs is in a frenzy over multiple sightings of dead mayor Gil Gruen and the self-induced exile of their resident Seven Suns of Solace adviser, Noonan Starr, just when she’s needed most. While opportunity knocks at Whiskey’s door in the form of a sexy Scotsman with real estate agent potential, a charming karma-obsessed self-help author with dating potential, and Whiskey’s ex-husband, who possesses the potential to drive her out of her mind, mayhem abounds. When one of Whiskey’s tenants is found murdered on the shores of Lake Michigan and the children in the young woman’s charge disappear, it’s up to canine-challenged Whiskey to rescue Magnet Springs from a scandal unlike any other it’s ever known. Can Whiskey help the town discover the truth about Twyla Rendel's death and lay Gil Gruen to rest for good before it’s too late?<

Nina Wright

Whiskey Straight Up

It’s time for Magnet Springs’ annual ice fishing jamboree, but there’s something sinister afoot. Things begin going south as soon as Roy Vickers hits town. Not only did he try to kill Whiskey’s husband, Leo, nine years ago, but it now looks like Roy might have killed Magnet Springs’ missing self-aggrandizing mayor, Gil Gruen, Whiskey’s realtor nemesis. Then Chester, Abra and Prince Harry, Abra’s puppy, are kidnapped and newly deputized Whiskey, hot on their trail, finds herself up to her neck in the freezing waters of Lake Michigan after finding Gil’s corpse in a deserted ice shanty. Add in an ex-husband who shows up at all the wrong times trying to rekindle the sparks between them, the sexy, tempting father of her step-daughter’s twins, and the perverted male nurse impostor, and Whiskey’s life takes more twists and turns than a French braid. Helicopters, mixed-up grandparents, murder, and the usually madcap mayhem abound as Whiskey searches for Chester and her dogs while accidently solving three murders.<

Emily Winslow

The Whole World

Abby Wood

Witness Bares All

FBI Agent Donovan always plays by the book, until he’s asked to guard the sexy witness in the FBI’s most dangerous investigation. He knows he can’t lose his edge if he wants to keep her alive long enough to testify. But Josie’s not going to let him escape without a fight. Getting past his resolve won’t be easy, but she’s determined to prove he needs much more than just her testimony.<

Ngugi Wathiongo

Wizard of the Crow

Steve White

Wolf Among the Stars

SUMMARY: A near-future Earth has shaken off the devastating colonization by alien Lokaran invaders and totalitarian rule by the alien’s puppets, the Earth First party. But now Earth is flung into galactic intrigue and war. The Lokaron empire teeters on the edge of a fratricidal meltdown and a cabal of ancient enemies hope to use Earth as a proxy to destroy the empire and rule over a new Galactic Dark Age. Now Captain Andrew Roark, the son of heroes of the rebellion and an officer trained in Lokaran space warfare tactics, joins with a highly capable Lokar who opposes the empire but wishes to see it transformed rather than destroyed. Together they must uncover a conspiracy to control Earth, and then obtain the secret key to defeating it. War for galactic control looms, and freedom for Earth—so recently escaped from under the boot-heel of one oppressor—is once again in the balance.About Steve White:“White offers fast action and historically informed world-building.”—Publishers WeeklyAbout Steve White’s Forge of the Titans:“. . . recalls the best of the John Campbell era of SF. White's core audience of hard SF fans will be pleased. . .”—Publishers Weekly“. . .engaging entertainment. . .much suspense and many well-handled action scenes. . .”—BooklistAbout Steve White’s St. Anthony’s Fire:“Give this one high marks for entertainment.”—Booklist<

Lars Walker

Wolf Time

Alan Weisman

The World Without Us

EDITORIAL REVIEW: *Time* #1 Nonfiction Book of 2007 *Entertainment Weekly* #1 Nonfiction Book of 2007 Finalist for the 2007 National Book Critics Circle Award *Salon* Book Awards 2007 Amazon Top 100 Editors’ Picks of 2007 (#4) Barnes and Noble 10 Best of 2007: Politics and Current Affairs *Kansas City Star*’s Top 100 Books of the Year 2007 *Mother Jones*’ Favorite Books of 2007 *South Florida Sun-Sentinel* Best Books of the Year 2007 *Hudson*’s Best Books of 2007 *St. Louis Post-Dispatch* Best Books of 2007 *St. Paul Pioneer Press* Best Books of 2007 If human beings disappeared instantaneously from the Earth, what would happen? How would the planet reclaim its surface? What creatures would emerge from the dark and swarm? How would our treasured structures--our tunnels, our bridges, our homes, our monuments--survive the unmitigated impact of a planet without our intervention? In his revelatory, bestselling account, Alan Weisman draws on every field of science to present an environmental assessment like no other, the most affecting portrait yet of humankind's place on this planet. <

David Weber

Worlds of Honor #01 - More Than Honor

DAVID WEBERIn just a few short years, David Weber has shot to the forefront of science fiction with his top-selling novels of Honor Harrington, the toughest, smartest starship captain in the galaxy. Now two more military SF world-beaters join him in Honor's universe, bringing their own celebrated skills in this homage to Honor.DAVID DRAKECreator of Hammer's Slammer'sS.M. STIRLINGCreator of the Draka<

David Weber

Worlds of Honor #02 - Worlds of Honor

<div><h3>From Publishers Weekly</h3><p>It is Weber's wondrous treecats, not his popular woman warrior, Honor Harrington, who ultimately dominate this five-story collection. The book features the work of four authors, despite the solo cover credit, and is an obvious attempt to provide something for every taste in Weber's fandom, as was last year's More Than Honor. In the space-faring universe of Weber's novels (In Enemy Hands, etc.), Honor defends her gallant Star Kingdom of Manticore with the irresistible classiness of the British military and the legendary brassiness of the U.S. Marines, as well as with the quasi-telepathic aid of her treecat, Nimitz. In Weber's "The Hard Way Home," an episode drawn from Honor's early career, and in Roland Green's lively and inventive (if Honor-less and treecat-less) "Deck Load Strike," the Manties' opponents are the creepy People's Republic of Haven and their nasty allies, wittily modeled on Earth's familiar petty dictators, drug lords and religious fanatics. Except in the Green piece and in "Queen's Gambit," Jane Lindskold's soggy coming-of-age tale about Honor's monarch, the empathic alien treecats of Honor's home planet steal the show. Even though Honor is yet unborn and thus missing from the action in Linda Evans's "The Stray" and Weber's other entry, "What Price Dreams?," both stories appealingly oscillate between human and 'cat sensibilities in the earliest stages of the treecats' poignant association with their human partners. All five stories, though uneven taken together, provide intriguing background glimpses of Honor's?and Nimitz's?worlds. <br>Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc. </p><h3>From Library Journal</h3><p>A desperate appeal from a grief-stricken treecat leads Dr. Scott MacDallan to a startling discovery in Linda Evans's "The Stray," the first in this collection of five stories set in the far-future universe that serves as the background for the Honor Harrington series. Series author Weber contributes a pair of tales involving the empathic bond between treecats and their chosen humans ("What Price Dreams" and "The Hard Way Home"), while Jane Lindskold explores the early days of a young queen in "Queen's Gambit." Recommended for sf collections, with particular appeal for fans of Weber's popular novels featuring Honor Harrington (Echoes of Honor, LJ 9/15/98).<br>Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc. </p></div><

David Weber

Worlds of Honor #03 - Changer of Worlds

David Weber

Worlds of Honor #04 - The Service of the Sword

In this collection, Jane Lindskold gives us the story of a prince on the brink of maturity and an extraordinary young Grayson woman named Judith - a victim of Masadan brutality, who confronts insurmountable odds in a desperate effort to lead her sisters to freedom - or - death among the stars.Timothy Zahn weighs in with a story of the heavy cruiser HMS Fearless; a brilliant young tactical officer on temporarily detached duty; Solarian con men; secret weapons that aren't quite what they seem to be; naval spies, spooks, and dirty tricks; courage and honor; and a surprising glimpse into one of Admiral Sonja Hemphill's most crucial technological innovations.John Ringo offers his unique blend of nonstop action and deliciously skewed humor in two offerings. The Peep planet of Prague and its brutally repressive StateSec regime will never be the same again after the unscheduled, unofficial, and thoroughly catastrophic visit by a pair of Manticoran Marines with a most peculiar taste in their holiday destinations. And then there's the question of what an explosively expanding navy does with the personnel who can't quite cut the mustard.Eric Flint tells us the story of an idealistic young StateSec officer who finds himself in the right place at the right time following the fall of Oscar Saint-Just. Young Victor Cachat could influence the loyalty of an entire sector ... if he's only lucky enough to manage to stay alive long enough to try.And finally, David Weber gives us the tale of the first Grayson midshipwoman on her "snotty cruise" at a time when internal tensions threaten the entire future of the Manticoran Alliance and people are about to rediscover the fact that the Peeps are far from the only predators hiding in the stars.<

Stuart Woods

Worst Fears Realized

<h3>From Kirkus Reviews</h3><p>Erratic Woods, whose 18 previous thrillers make up perhaps the spottiest backlist in the business, nose-dives in this plush, absurd slice of Serial Killer Lite. The morning after cop-turned-lawyer Stone Barrington (Swimming to Catalina, 1998, etc.) returns from getting takeout Chinese for Susan Bean, the comely ADA who picked him up at a party, to find her throat cut, he learns that his secretary, Alma Hodges, has been killed on the street outside his place. Next, Stone's neighbor, bank VP Miranda Hirsch, is slain while he and his ex-partner, Lt. Dino Bacchetti, alertly watch her vacuum her apartment in the nude, and Dino's wife Mary Ann barely escapes with her life from another lethal attack. Clearly, the boys decide, somebody they put away once is out to kill everybody close to them. How does Stone feel about all this mayhem? ``I'm extremely well,'' he tells painter Sarah Buckminster the next morning on her return from Europe, and why not? After all, his immediate future holds impulse cash purchases of an armored Mercedes and a terrific little cottage in Connecticut, not to mention some fabulous sex with Sarah, who's inspired this shopping spree. And when Sarah, worn down by the rigors of the stalked life in New York, returns to her native England, leaving Stone to help Dino deal with the stalker, Dino's sister-in-law, Mafia princess Dolce Bianchi, is waiting in the wings to take up the slack in Stone's love life. Meanwhile, the presumed perp, wife-killing accountant Herbert Mitteldorfer, has been released from prison just in time to slow his murderous campaign to an adagio while Stone catches up on the finer things in life and, aided by Dolce's flashing eyes, fends off his ex-girlfriend Arrington Carter's tearful confession that she wants to leave her movie-star husband and baby son and come back to him. Male fantasy at its most narcissistic, with just enough mystery to substitute for foreplay. -- <em>Copyright ©1999, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.</em></p><h3>Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.</h3><p><strong>Chapter One</strong></p><p>The pain lay buried somewhere in the depths of Stone Barrington's upper body; a cross between a slipped disc and a coronary, it seemed. It had begun after a phone conversation early in the previous winter. The call, from Arrington Carter, had ended everything. Now she was the wife of another man, living in his house, rearing his son. He would never see her again, except in her husband's company, and he would never think of her again without feeling the pain. </p><p>He had never believed it would persist into the following spring, but it had. If anything, it was worse. He saw Dino a couple of times a week, always at Elaine's. Dino was his closest friend--sometimes, he felt, his only friend. Not true, of course. Elaine was his friend, and the evenings in her restaurant, with Elaine and Dino, were the only bright spots in his week. His law practice had lately been boring, a personal injury suit that dragged on and on, a bone thrown to him by Woodman &amp; Weld, because there wasn't enough meat on it to nourish a firm with thirty partners and a hundred associates. They were ready to go to trial, and the expected settlement offer had not materialized. It was depressing. Everything was depressing. And the pain continued, assuaged only by bourbon, and he had done too much assuaging lately. He sat at table number five, at Elaine's, with Dino, and ordered another assuagement. </p><p>"Let's go to a party," Dino said. "Have your next one there." </p><p>"I don't feel like going to a party with a lot of cops," Stone said. </p><p>"It's not a cop party." </p><p>"You don't know anybody but cops," Stone said. </p><p>Dino caught the waiter's eye and signaled for a check. "I know lots of people," he said. </p><p>"Name three who aren't cops or Mafiosi." </p><p>"It's not a Mafia party, either," Dino said, dodging the question. </p><p>"Whose party is it?" </p><p>"It's at a deputy DA's." </p><p>"Oh. Then we get to bring our own booze." </p><p>"His name is Martin B-r-o-u-g-h-a-m," he spelled, "pronounced 'Broom,' and he's got some money, I think." </p><p>"Isn't he handling the Dante trial?" Dante was a crime boss, and his trial was the most important since Gotti's. </p><p>"He got a conviction this afternoon." </p><p>"I hadn't heard." </p><p>"Don't you watch the news anymore?" </p><p>"Not much." </p><p>"The party is to celebrate the conviction." </p><p>"How come I don't know Brougham?" </p><p>"Because he runs with a classier crowd than you're accustomed to. The only seedy lawyers he meets are in court." </p><p>"Who are you calling a seedy lawyer?" </p><p>"How many lawyers are at this table?" </p><p>"I am not a seedy lawyer; I just take seedy cases. There's a difference." </p><p>"Whatever you say," Dino said, standing up and reaching for his raincoat. "Let's get out of here." </p><p>"I don't want to," Stone grumbled. </p><p>"You don't want to do anything, you desolate fuck, and I can't stand it anymore. Now put your coat on and come with me, or I'll just shoot you here and now. Nobody would ever prosecute me; it would be justifiable homicide." </p><p>"Oh, all right," Stone said, struggling to his feet and grabbing his coat. "One drink, if the guy serves decent booze. Then I'm out of there." </p><p>The apartment was a duplex in the East Sixties, definitely not the preserve of an assistant DA. </p><p>"You're right," Stone said, as they handed their coats to a maid. "He's got money. There's at least a million dollars of art hanging in this room." </p><p>"What are you, his insurance agent?" Dino whispered. "Try and have a good time, okay?" </p><p>"Tell me more about this guy," Stone said. </p><p>"Word is, he's up for chief deputy DA, and he's going to run for DA, if the old man ever retires." </p><p>"He'll grow old waiting," Stone said. </p><p>A handsome man of about forty spotted Dino and came across the room, towing a tall blond woman in a Chanel suit. </p><p>"Dino," he said, shaking hands. "I'm glad you could make it. You remember Dana." </p><p>The woman shook Dino's hand. "Who's this?" she asked, turning her gaze on Stone. </p><p>"This is Stone Barrington, Dana. Stone, this is Martin and Dana Brougham." </p><p>"How do you do?" Stone said mechanically, shaking their hands. </p><p>"I've heard of you," Brougham said, steering Stone and Dino toward the bar. "You were Dino's partner at the Nineteenth Precinct a while back, weren't you?" </p><p>"A while back," Stone echoed. "After I left the force they had to kick him upstairs; nobody else would ride in the same car with him." </p><p>"You're over at Woodman and Weld, aren't you?" </p><p>"I'm of counsel, to them," Stone replied, "but Woodman and Weld would probably rather you didn't know it." It was a remark he wouldn't have made if he had been entirely sober. </p><p>Brougham laughed. "What are you drinking?" </p><p>"Wild Turkey on the rocks, if you have it." </p><p>Brougham grabbed a bottle that looked like a crystal decanter and poured Stone a double. "This is Wild Turkey, but it's got a leg up on the standard stuff." </p><p>Stone tasted the whiskey. The man was right. This stuff cost thirty bucks a bottle; he was beginning to like Brougham. </p><p>A couple arrived at the front door, and Brougham went off to greet them. "Wander around," he said. "Meet some people." </p><p>Stone looked around. The room was jammed with people, and somebody was playing the piano rather well. "I see at least four cops," he said to Dino. </p><

Charles Williams

The Wrong Venus

Quinn Wilde

A Year in Fife Park

<div><h3>Product Description</h3><p>Quinn Wilde spends a formative year studying at the University of St. Andrews, Scotland, and living in Fife Park, the cheapest student residence in the UK. Along the way, there are mistakes and faux pas, damages and destruction, passions and revelations, longing and belonging, love, mystery, tragedy, respect, and just a tiny little bit of sex. </p><p>"One of the best home-grown comedies of this year, a real campus-themed gem." </p><p>"This first-time author is really one to watch. His book is generously offered and generously priced. I suggest you reward him by reading it." </p><p>"A surprisingly compelling novella, which I chewed through in a single laugh-out-loud sitting." </p><p>"If you've been to University, and don't recognise half of this book, then you haven't really been to University." </p></div><

F Paul Wilson

Young Repairman Jack #01 - Secret Histories

F Paul Wilson

Young Repairman Jack #02 - Secret Circles

F Paul Wilson

Young Repairman Jack #03 - Secret Vengeance

<h3>Review</h3><p>“Wilson deftly keeps interest high with well-drawn characterizations, modulating the thrills with details of day-to-day life in the early 1980s. Cracking good fun for teens.”—<em>Kirkus Reviews </em>on <em>Jack: Secret Histories</em></p><p>“This is a fun and exciting read that will appeal to all audiences. It is a must have for any library. It is a great book for general entertainment, and it will take many adults on a nostalgic journey to their teen years.”—<em>Children’s Literature </em>on<em> Jack: Secret Histories</em></p><p>“Readers of the adult Repairman Jack novels will enjoy bringing their background to this reading, but, luckily for kid readers, knowledge of the series is not vital to enjoying this smart, spooky mystery adventure.”—<em>Kirkus Reviews </em>on <em>Jack: Secret Circles</em></p><p>“Will appeal to sci-fi fans.”<em>—Booklist </em>on<em> Jack: Secret Circles</em></p><p>“Wilson has created an engaging, fast-paced and yet deeply thought provoking work that builds upon (and builds up) the Repairman Jack mythos. It might seem like a book for younger readers, but Wilson's many fans will want to grab a copy right away. Strongly recommended.”—SFRevu.com on <em>Jack: Secret Circles</em></p><p>“I really loved this book and can't wait for further installments.”<em>—Teen Reviewer </em>on <em>Jack: Secret Circles</em></p><h3>Product Description</h3><p>Everyone loves senior Carson Toliver, the captain and quarterback of the football team, heartthrob of South Burlington County Regional High—especially the girls. Even Jack’s best friend Weezy has a crush on him. And unlike most of the popular kids at school, he’s not stuck up. Jack even sees him defending a piney kid who is being bullied in the hall. Which is why Jack is so surprised when Weezy tells him that Carson took her on a date and attacked her. </p><p>Jack tries to convince her to report Carson, but Weezy would rather just forget it ever happened. She begs him not to tell anyone, and Jack reluctantly agrees. But then Carson starts telling his own version of what happened that night and suddenly everyone is calling her “Easy Weezy.” Jack’s concern turns to rage. Carson needs to be taught a lesson. With the help of the pineys—reclusive inhabitants of the mysterious Jersey Pine Barrens who have secrets of their own—Jack finds a way to exact secret vengeance…</p><p>In F. Paul Wilson's third young adult novel, the teenage Jack demonstrates the skills that will serve him later in life as the urban mercenary known as Repairman Jack. </p><

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