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We know the truths men have forgotten… ‘Visceral, twisting, propulsive – Black Wood Women begs to be devoured’ Stacey Halls 'Grim and glorious' Daily Mail 'Will leave you breathless’ Sunday Post 'A vivid, inventive narrative' Sunday Times *** The last wolf in England hunts for prey...

‘An astonishing novel’ The Independent ‘A terrific tribute to the Brontë’s' Guardian * * * * * I am William Lee: brute; liar, and graveside thief. But you will know me by another name. Heathcliff has left Wuthering Heights, and is travelling across the moors to Liverpool in search of...

One of Britain's most beloved authors, Mary Stewart leads her readers on a journey of murder and deceit through the dusty roads of mid-century Greece in this tale that fans of Agatha Christie and Barbara Pym are sure to love. 'Nothing ever happens to me...' So begins Camilla Haven's letter home...

Joshua Macallan knew the space shuttle would explode. That is why he was in Florida in January of 1986. He was trying to save the crew and finally make a difference after so many failures. Like when he tried to save Kennedy in ’63. Joshua was naive and full of hope.

Grandma's last will and testament names Ray to inherit the trailer park. It's a million-dollar estate with one hitch: To prove he's not as aimless as he seems, Ray must discover the meaning of life by the end of the month. (She left the answer in an envelope.) If he fails, the camp goes to his estranged family.

I believe that God our father put it in my heart to write you this to help us, as his children, better understand what it truly means to be his children and how we are to walk in our journey as we pass through this world. We are his children and we ought to be letting his glory shine through us to be his light on this dark world. As Jesus said, "No one covers a lamp, but sets it up on a stand so everyone in the house can see". I write this to you, my brothers and sisters, and take a ride with me as we journey through this word on a path that leads us home. God bless you.

Some would say the Market is the last authentic part of the city centre. This northern city has reinvented itself as a business and financial centre, bristling with designer shops and bars. A cosmopolitan, twenty-four hour city. Yet slap bang in the centre the Victorian City Market remains what it has always been; a place where you can get anything and see anything - a place teeming with life. The market is the real face of the city - mucky, multicultural and magnificent.