A governmental think-tank, whose remit is to curb the independence of the intelligence service, has lost one of its key members, and Claude Whelan—one-time head of MI5's Regent’s Park—is tasked with tracking her down. But the trail leads...
'Kill us? They've never needed to kill us,' said Lamb. 'I mean, look at us. What would be the point?'
A year after a calamitous blunder by the Russian secret service left a British citizen dead from novichok poisoning, Diana Taverner is on the...
As the city that produces the most selium - that precious gas that elevates
airships and powers strange magic - Hond Steading is a jewel worth stealing.
To shore up the city’s defenses, Detan promises his aunt that he’ll recover
Nouli, the...
If Spook Street is where spies live, Joe Country is where they go to die.
Like the ringing of a dead man’s phone, or an unwelcome guest at a funeral . . . In Slough House memories are stirring, all of them bad. Catherine Standish is buying...
The fight for victory in the Pacific continues, this time at Leyte in the Philippines. Deacon Cole and the rest of Patrol Easy are sent as an advance unit to help crack the formidable Japanese defenses before the American invasion. To make the...
A young woman is found hanging from a lamppost in a deserted area of the 87th Precinct. That same night, another woman is raped — for the third time in succession, by the same man each time. Not long after that, a second murder victim is found...
Detan Honding, a wanted conman of noble birth and ignoble tongue, has found
himself in the oasis city of Aransa. He and his trusted companion Tibs may
have pulled off one too many cons against the city’s elite and need to make a
quick escape. They...
Into the merciless blackness of space he thrust his way, bound on a mission of glory. He would remold the surface of an entire planet — extending Earth’s empire another inch into infinity — and utterly destroy the tiny, trusting people who...
Though a first-person story, The Rascally Romance, nonetheless, is not a swaggering report on Me, Myself and The Number One. No, I’m not up for narcistic self-portraits. What? This mean and stupid rascal me? Alas, but not, ‘tis gone,...