A group of scientists. An object buried under the ice. A terrifying fight for survival.
When a group of scientific researchers, isolated in Antarctica, stumble across an alien spaceship buried in the ice it seems like an incredible opportunity.
The alien pilot can just be seen – a shadowy figure frozen just a short depth into the ice. It looks as though he survived the crash only to be flash-frozen on the Antarctic plateau.
The team fight the frozen conditions to free the ship from the ice – with disastrous consequences – and rescue the alien. As they transport the corpse, one of their greatest finds, out on the ice back to their camp, several scientists begin to experience extraordinary, vivid and unsettling dreams. They’re dismissed as the product of stress and the harsh conditions … but the nightmare is only beginning.
Shot at by aliens, eaten up by monsters, frozen up, burned up and shipped all over the galaxy¿ war was one game Private Peace didn’t want to play. So why had he joined the Space Legion?
Warren Peace had joined the Space Legion to forget – exactly what, he hadn’t the faintest idea. But he was sure about one thing – however horrific the crime he’d once committed, the memory of it could hardly be more unbearable than life in the lunatic Space Legion. Private Peace knew he’d got to get out¿
The trouble was, the only way to escape his 30-year contract was to discover exactly why he’d signed it in the first place. And that meant a hair raising journey into his forgotten past to meet the one person Peace definitely didn’t want to know – Warren Peace Mark I – in other words, himself!
The case started with a corpse. Nobody knew who he was. Next, a man named John Burke disappeared. But D.A. Doug Selby could not find his body.
Then Mrs Burke swore that the corpse and her missing husband were one and the same man. This should have solved both mysteries. All it did was run the D.A. up two different trees. Sure, the faces of the dead man and John Burke were exactly the same. The only trouble was that their fingerprints were different!
Impossible? That’s what Doug Selby thought too – until the killer struck again …
D. D. Harriman is a billionaire with a dream: the dream of Space for All Mankind. The method? Anything that works. Maybe, in fact, Harriman goes too far.
But he will give us the stars…
The third book in the New York Times bestselling Longmire series, featuring Sheriff Walt Longmire.
Walt Longmire has been the Sheriff in Wyoming’s Absaroka County for 25 years, but nothing could have prepared him for the savage attack on his daughter, Cady, a Philadelphia lawyer who has unwittingly become embroiled in a political cover-up.
As Walt and his best friend, Henry Standing Bear, scour the city for clues, he gets help from his deputy Victoria Moretti and her family of Philly police. But Longmire wasn’t born yesterday. He’s willing to pull out all the stops to find Cady’s attacker and show the big city that this old-timer has a few moves left in his saddlebag of tricks.
‘Johnson’s pacing is tight and his dialogue snaps’ Entertainment Weekly
The second of the three ‘Alastor’ novels, a typical Vance story of a man who has lost his memory and is sent to the world Marune in the Alastor Cluster, which is believed to be his home. Once he has recovered his memory, he goes after the enemy who has caused its loss.
After eight hard years in San Quentin prison, Runyan is out and ready to lead a quiet life – an honest life. But certain people have been planning for the day of his release – people who desperately want the two million dollars in diamonds Runyan was carrying just before he went to jail … Like the insurance investigator who arranged his parole. A beautiful woman who wants him alive. The unknown killer who definitely wants him dead.
Runyan goes to recover the diamonds from where he has stashed them, so he can buy his way out … but the diamonds are gone. Now he must pull another robbery – something he swore never to repeat – and use the proceeds to stay alive.
When a young boy, Richard, goes too close to a Wiederhaus Repeater (“greatest archaeological break-through ever. Expose any prehistoric remains to it and it creates, briefly, complete hologrammatic images of the people who were in contact with them and the scenes in which they existed.”), he finds himself sharing a body with Esk, a boy from the Palaeolithic era.
With six days remaining until he goes to the electric chair for the murder of his wife, wealthy broker Robert Westland needs help, fast. He insists that he has been framed, and Bill Crane, a private detective with a method and manner all his own, must prove his client’s innocence.
In a mixture of the humorous and the macabre, Crane’s investigation, set against an evocative Depression-era backdrop, turns up more than a few queer characters – including a tight-lipped valet and a dypsomanic widow – who may or may not know something about who really murdered Mrs Westland.
Harry Vaughan’s uncle has just passed away, providing the young man with a colossal fortune. Giving up his job, Harry goes back to his roots – and to Celia, the woman he loves.
But Harry Vaughan has lost part of his memory. He feels himself ten years older, suffers from headaches, meets people who know him but whom he doesn’t remember. When Celia’s husband is killed it becomes clear that someone is following Vaughan’s life. But who is this shadow and what do they want?
‘A real psychiatric shocker’ The Tablet
‘No author is more skilled at making a good story seem brilliant’ Sunday Express
Out walking in the snow with her young son, Mike, Sara Drew is the only witness to a particularly unpleasant car accident in which an elderly lady and her dog are killed. Nervous of going to the scene of the accident with a child, she reluctantly goes home. There she meets one of the drivers, and is appalled that he has no intention of reporting the incident. And he also threatens to hurt her son if she goes to the police.
But when Mike is kidnapped she contacts Detective Arthur Crook, who takes over the case and counters the wiles of desperate criminals . . .
Unexpectedly sent to Moscow to manage his firm’s stand at a world fair, Cristopher Battle feels that he may not be up to the job. Then his chairman is murdered and, after the discovery of a second body, Battle is convinced that the Russian Security Police are trying to kill him.
Fearful of violence, Battle goes on the run – and becomes emotionally entangled with a beautiful Russian woman who creates an entirely fresh set of problems . . .
Irish-Italian detective Nick O’Hara, grandson of a Mafia don, knows who is responsible for his son’s death, but his hands are tied. Abandoned by his wife, he grows increasingly desperate, going into a tailspin from which he can see only one escape: revenge.
As Nick’s life goes into freefall, he must choose between duty, family loyalty and his desperate need for justice.
A Victorian scientist develops a time machine and travels to the year 802,171 AD. There he finds the meek, child-like Eloi who live in fear of the underground-dwelling Morlocks. When his time machine goes missing, the Traveller faces a fight to enter the Morlocks’ domain and return to his own time.
THE TIME MACHINE remains one of the cornerstones of science-fiction literature and has proved hugely influential.
Something is rotten in tomorrow’s computer world¿
The time is in the not-too-distant future. Physical work is done by robot devices. Men and women are endowed at birth with a sum of credit called Inalienable Basic. Everyone operates with a Universal Credit Card – which is also identification, police record, medical record, and many other things. Every detail of life in the United States of the Americas is stored in the International Data Center, located in Denver.
Paul Kosloff, a language teacher who lectures over National Tri-Vision is rescued from a mysterious assault by a secret agent of the authorities who insists that only he, Kosloff, can prevent the International Data Center from being destroyed – and every living being’s data wiped out.
Kosloff goes forth – into a maelstrom of plot and counter-plot, murder, treason – and worse¿