Photographer Christabel is drawn to psychic phenomena & dark liasons. When she is persuaded by her husband to take a holiday at a mysterious mansion house in the country, she foresees only long days of pastoral boredom. But Nicholas, her deviously sensual husb&, has a hand in the unexpected events that begin to unravel. He is keen to ensure that Christabel's holiday is eventful & erotic & she is soon drawn into a web of transgressive eroticism with Nicholas's young male PA. Within this unusual & kinky threesome, Christabel learns some lessons the jaded city could never teach her. ...

Rome, AD 71.

Against his better judgement, Marcus Didius Falco secretly disposes of a decayed corpse for the Emperor Vespasian,

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Rome, AD 71.

Against his better judgement, Marcus Didius Falco secretly disposes of a decayed corpse for the Emperor Vespasian,

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Joel will soon be twelve, & he thinks nothing's going on in the small community where he lives. But he's wrong there. One day, a Miracle happens to him. He's very nearly run over by a bus, but is miraculously unhurt. Now, what do you do when a Miracle has come your way? Shouldn't you show gratitude somehow? Surely a good deed of some sort is in order. But how?

A humorous, wise, and understanding portrait of a boy about to leave childhood behind him, this is an independent sequel to the award-winning & much-praised A Bridge to the Stars.

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Joel will soon be twelve, & he thinks nothing's going on in the small community where he lives. But he's wrong there. One day, a Miracle happens to him. He's very nearly run over by a bus, but is miraculously unhurt. Now, what do you do when a Miracle has come your way? Shouldn't you show gratitude somehow? Surely a good deed of some sort is in order. But how?

A humorous, wise, and understanding portrait of a boy about to leave childhood behind him, this is an independent sequel to the award-winning & much-praised A Bridge to the Stars.

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In the early hours of 30 April 2003, three police L&-Rovers arrived at the door of Alan Barker. Twelve armed & uniformed officers accompanied by four plain-clothes detectives entered the house. They stayed for four hours, turning over rooms, seizing bundles of documents, impounding computers, disks, files & anything else that interested them. The family subjected to this dawn raid were treated as common criminals, the operation resembling so many others in Northern Ireland over the Troubles when police & troops swooped on the homes of terrorist suspects. But Alan Barker was & is no terrorist. In fact, he has spent his adult life fighting terrorism on the streets of his native province. Alan Barker belonged to Special Branch, the RUC's elite unit dedicated to fighting the IRA, the INLA & loyalist terrorists. From the first days of his career in the RUC, when he was almost lured to his death by an IRA Mata-Hari, to his running of agents who inflicted major damage on the Provisionals in Derry, Barker gives a gripping inside account from the front-line struggle against terrorism. He demonstrates how the RUC had inside knowledge of IRA political & military thinking in the build-up to & after the historic 1994 ceasefire, using not only informants but also sophisticated listening devices. The book also details how one of Barker's key intelligence assets, Raymond Gilmour, caused chaos within the ranks of first the Derry INLA & later the IRA. Alan Barker faces the wrath of the State for detailing how the war on terrorism in Britain's backyard resulted ultimately in those who waged that war left feeling betrayed & let down. Shadows will have an explosive impact on the Northern Ireland peace process & those who have shaped its direction for the last decade. ...

Most people would have screamed. Mrs Hathall made no sound. She had seen death many times before, but she had never before seen a death by violence. Heavily, she plodded across the room & descended the stairs to where her son waited. ' There's been an accident, ' she said. ' Your wife's dead.' Chief Inspector Wexford could discover no motive, no reason, no suspect
- al he had were his own intuitive suspicions. Probably he was reading meaning where there was none; probably Angela Hathall really had picked up a stranger, & that stranger had killed her. But why such doubt? Was Wexford becoming cynical & untrusting
- or was this simply one of the most ingenious crimes he had ever tackled?

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Most people would have screamed. Mrs Hathall made no sound. She had seen death many times before, but she had never before seen a death by violence. Heavily, she plodded across the room & descended the stairs to where her son waited. ' There's been an accident, ' she said. ' Your wife's dead.' Chief Inspector Wexford could discover no motive, no reason, no suspect
- al he had were his own intuitive suspicions. Probably he was reading meaning where there was none; probably Angela Hathall really had picked up a stranger, & that stranger had killed her. But why such doubt? Was Wexford becoming cynical & untrusting
- or was this simply one of the most ingenious crimes he had ever tackled?

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