Detektivky, thrillery, horory

Luke Dantry s stepfather Henry is the only family he has left in the world. So he s pleased to be helping Henry with his work, even if it means the project he s assigned to is profiling online extremists and collecting data on them.When Luke is abducted in bizarre circumstances, he expects Henry to come through with the ransom - but Henry is in way over his head and unable to help. So Luke has to make his own escape from the right-wing fanatics on his tail, the authorities who think he's a wanted man, and various mysterious organisations who are missing ten million dollars.

Whwn penniless Michael Rogers discovers the beautiful house at Gypsy's Acre and then meets the heiress Ellie, it seems that all his dreams have come true at once. But he ignores an old woman's warning of an ancient curse, and evil begins to stir in paradise.

As Michael soon learns: Gypsy's Acre is the place where fatal 'accidents' happen....

'A winning combination of crime fiction and adventure story as if Flashman were frisking through a tale by Dostoevsky' Independent Erast Fandorin returns to Moscow after an absence of six years, only to find himself instantly embroiled in court politics and scandal. His old friend General Sobolev - the famous 'Russian Achilles' - has been found dead in a hotel room, and Fandorin suspects foul play. Using his now-famous powers of detection - powers that belie his twenty-six years - Fandorin embarks on an investigation, during which the political and the personal may become dangerously blurred. With the assistance of some formidable martial arts skills, acquired whilst Fandorin was in Japan, our eccentric and ingenious hero must endeavour to discover not so much whodunit, as why ...

Hercule Poirot has been responsible for ridding society of some of its most unpleasant monsters. So, in the period before he retires, he makes up his mind to accept just 12 more cases - his self-imposed "labours".

Roger Ackroyd knew too much. He knew that the woman he loved had poisoned her first husband and that someone had been blackmailing her. Now, tragically, came the news that she had taken her own life. But when Roger is found stabbed to death it seems only Poirot can help.

Thousands of miles away from the small township of "Salem's Lot", two terrified people, a man and a boy, still share the secrets of those clapboard houses and tree-lined streets. They must return to "Salem's Lot" for a final confrontation with the unspeakable evil that lives on in the town.

Beautiful young Elinor Carlisle stood serenely in the dock, accused of the murder of Mary Gerrard, her rival in love. The evidence was damning: only Elinor had the motive, the opportunity and the means to administer the fatal poison. Yet, inside the hostile courtroom, only one man still presumed Elinor was innocent until proven guilty: Hercule Poirot was all that stood between Elinor and the gallows

The new-look series of Miss Marple books for the 21st century. In utter disbelief Miss Marple read the letter addressed to her from the recently deceased Mr Rafiel -- an acquaintance she had met briefly on her travels. Recognising in Miss Marple a natural flair for justice, Mr Rafiel had left instructions for her to investigate a crime after his death. The only problem was, he had failed to tell her who was involved or where and when the crime had been committed. It was most intriguing.

A dentist is found shot dead - a pistol lays nearby. Later, a patient is found dead from a lethal dose of anaesthetic. A clear case of murder and suicide. But why would a dentist commit a crime in the middle of a busy day? A shoe buckle holds the key to the mystery - can Poirot solve it?

With impeccable timing Hercule Poirot, the renowned Belgian detective, makes his dramatic entrance on to the English crime stage. Recently, there had been some strange goings on at Styles St Mary. Evelyn, constant companion to old Mrs Inglethorp, had stormed out of the house muttering something about 'a lot of sharks'. And with her, something indefinable had gone from the atmosphere. Her presence had spelt security; now the air seemed rife with suspicion and impending evil. A shattered coffee cup, a splash of candle grease, a bed of begonias all Poirot required to display his now legendary powers of detection.