‘Tis the season to be jolly, but there is little mirth among the unhappy men who sit at the bar in rural Owensboro, Kentucky, writer Carl, teacher Ben,

It is an escape for Anna Robinson, walking across the causeway to the lighthouse on the south west tip of Jersey, the winter waves of the English Channel

It is a tragic event but a fortuitous chain of coincidence and evidence, the body of a girl, around six or seven years old, found in the bushes

It’s farewell to the old job as a newspaper reporter, farewell to the offices of the Morning Post and all her friends who still work there and most

It is an unexpected wake-up call for Barclay Pierre-Dupont, a civilian grade ten logistics clerk in the semi-secret Unified Intelligence Taskforce, tagged as backup for a more senior

There are some jobs from which you can never gracefully retire, never fully escape, the past a place which continues to haunt, memories refracted in the present, John

It is important clinical research being carried out in the well-equipped basement of a manor house on Petrie’s Island off the east coast of Ireland by oncologist Doctor

Founded in San Francisco by Anton LaVey in 1966 and standing as its High Priest until his death, succeeded by Peter H Gilmore at which point the headquarters

It is the house they were born in, grew up and have lived their whole lives in, sisters Joyce and Ellie Ballantyne having seen well over half a

Once the home of the wealthy Chan family who served as imperial court officials and worked as merchants, they fell upon harder times with their relocation to Xiguan