Résultats pour "The Animals" dans Humour noir

Find a missing book. That was the job the woman in the Doc Martens gave us. Easy money, right? Only now it seems she's actually an ancient, powerful sorcerer, and the book is a Book of Power that doesn't want to be found. It wants to tear reality apart at the seams, and it'll use anyone it can to do it. So now we've got one spectacularly displeased sorcerer, a hungry, still-missing book, a dentist with bad hygiene, and a neighbourhood having some reality issues to deal with. Plus about a day before the book turns our world - and us - inside out.

‘Ella Baxter’s debut novel is drenched in sex and death . . . there’s also much love . . . An intense, viscerally affecting book, with the quotient of tenderness to violence in an equal scale.’ - Sydney Morning Herald Amelia is no stranger to sex and death. Her job in her family’s...

‘Ella Baxter’s debut novel is drenched in sex and death . . . there’s also much love . . . An intense, viscerally affecting book, with the quotient of tenderness to violence in an equal scale.’ - Sydney Morning Herald Amelia is no stranger to sex and death. Her job in her family’s...

Courtes fictions écrites à quatre mains, qui vous transporteront dans des univers variés, explorant les relations humaines avec une sensibilité féminine d'un côté et l'humour noir au masculin de l'autre. De l'ancien criminel qui revient à ses vieilles habitudes pour mieux se sauver, de la dame dont le métier tranquille va se révéler plus dangereux qu'elle le pensait et même du monstre mythique qui a un regain de conscience, bienvenue dans mon monde, un monde riche en personnages pauvres... La nostalgie, la perte, les relations, la famille sont parmi des thèmes récurrents que j'explore.

A comic romance set in the snowy north, from one of Japan’s most revered novelists. Available in English for the first time. Unimpressed by her marriage prospects, 20-year-old Natsuko Matsuura decides to pack it in and enter a convent. But en route to an abbey in the far north of Japan, she...

I see dead people. And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook. The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains. The only problem is, we don't know why they're rising, who started it, or how to stop them. But G & C London, Private Investigators, are on the case. Just as soon as we get through dealing with disapproving reapers, irate magicians, zombie-fied chickens, and a small internal case of undeadness. Trust us.

I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just walk away. We've got to get her back. Especially as her partner is a reaper with a scythe that can slice through reality, and the whole situation might be a teeny, tiny bit our fault. We're not going after Emma alone, though.

Like it or not, when a sorcerer asks you to track a magician, you track a magician. It's that or spend life as a hamster. So we did. But, turns out, the scary magician is the least of our worries. Between raging squirrel mobs, My Little Ravenous sewer monsters, and bungalow-dwelling necromancers with a good line in attack dogs, it's all we can do to keep ourselves the right side of dead. And that's before we stumble onto something far more sinister. Something that makes one dead son look like small carrots. Something that's going to raise an ancient almost-god and bring the world to its knees.