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Bryant & May off the Rails
by Christopher FowlerBONUS: This edition contains an excerpt from Christopher Fowler's The Memory of Blood.Arthur Bryant and John May--and their team of proud eccentrics in the Peculiar Crimes Unit--have been given only one week to hunt down a murderer they've already caught once, but who somehow escaped from a locked room and killed one of their best and brightest. Facing a shutdown, Bryant and May, men of opposite methods, learn that their nemesis, expertly disguised, has struck again--and now he is luring them down into the vast labyrinth of tunnels and dark shadows of the London Underground. But soon they will discover a fresh mystery--one as bizarre as anything they have ever faced.e, Bryant and May, men of opposite methods, are each getting closer to what lies hidden at the heart of London's celebrated Tube--and to the madness that is driving their man to murder.Sophisticated, fast-paced, and confounding until its final twist, Bryant & May off the Rails is Christopher Fowler dead on track and at the height of his power to beguile, bewitch, and entertain.From the Hardcover edition.
Bryant & May on the Loose: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery
by Christopher FowlerLong regarded an anachronism and a thorn in the side of its superiors, the Peculiar Crimes Unit is to be disbanded. For octogenarian detectives Arthur Bryant and John May, it seems retirement is now the only option. But then a headless body is found in a freezer, and on the perimeter of a massive construction site near King's Cross, a gigantic figure has been spotted -- dressed in deerskin and sporting antlers made of knives and suddenly, with limited resources and very little time, the PCU are back in business. In the panoply of great fictional detective duos, Bryant and May rank alongside (and somewhere in between) Holmes and Watson, and Mulder and Scully.
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery
by Christopher FowlerLondon's most brilliant but unconventional detectives, Arthur Bryant and John May, must plumb the depths of a particularly murky mystery. The Peculiar Crimes Unit faces its most baffling case yet--and if Bryant and May can't rise to the challenge, the entire unit may go under. Near the Tower of London, along the River Thames, the body of a woman has been discovered chained to a stone post and left to drown. Curiously, only one set of footprints leads to the tragic spot. "The Bride in the Tide," as the London press gleefully dubs her, has the PCU stumped. Why wouldn't the killer simply dump her body in the river--as so many do? Arthur Bryant wonders if the answer lies in the mythology of the Thames itself. Unfortunately, the normally wobbly funhouse corridors of Bryant's mind have become, of late, even more labyrinthine. The venerable detective seems to be losing his grip on reality. May fears the worst, as Bryant rapidly descends from merely muddled to one stop short of Barking, hallucinating that he's traveled back in time to solve the case. There had better be a method to Bryant's madness--because, as more bodies are pulled from the river's depths, his partner and the rest of the PCU find themselves in over their heads. Fiendishly fun and rich in London lore, Bryant and May: Strange Tide is Christopher Fowler at his best, delivering more twists and turns than the Thames itself. Praise for Christopher Fowler's ingenious novels featuring the Peculiar Crimes Unit "Fowler, like his crime-solvers, is deadpan, sly, and always unexpectedly inventive."--Entertainment Weekly "An imaginative funhouse of a world where sage minds go to expand their vistas and sharpen their wits."--Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review "[Fowler] takes delight in stuffing his books with esoteric facts; together with a cast of splendidly eccentric characters [and] corkscrew plots, wit, verve and some apposite social commentary, they make for unbeatable fun."--The Guardian "Mr. Fowler's small but ardent American following deserves to get much larger."--Janet Maslin, The New York Times "The most delightfully, wickedly entertaining duo in crime fiction."--The Plain Dealer "Captivating."--The Seattle Times "Dazzling."--The Denver Post "Thrilling."--Chicago TribuneFrom the Hardcover edition.
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery
by Christopher FowlerDetectives Arthur Bryant and John May are back on the case in this whip-smart and wildly twisting mystery, in which a killer in London’s parks is proving to be a most elusive quarry. Helen Forester’s day starts like any other: Around seven in the morning, she takes her West Highland terrier for a walk in her street’s private garden. But by 7:20 she is dead, strangled yet peacefully laid out on the path, her dog nowhere to be found. The only other person in the locked space is the gardener, who finds the body and calls the police. He expects proper cops to arrive, but what he gets are Bryant, May, and the wily members of the Peculiar Crimes Unit. Before the detectives can make any headway on the case, a second woman is discovered in a public park, murdered in nearly identical fashion. Bryant, recovering from a health scare, delves into the arcane history of London’s cherished green spaces, rife with class drama, violence, and illicit passions. But as a devious killer continues to strike, Bryant and May struggle to connect the clues, not quite seeing the forest for the trees. Now they have to think and act fast to save innocent lives, the fate of the city’s parks, and the very existence of the PCU. An irresistibly witty, inventive blend of history and suspense, Bryant & May: Wild Chamber is Christopher Fowler in classic form. Praise for Christopher Fowler’s ingenious novels featuring the Peculiar Crimes Unit “Fowler, like his crime-solvers, is deadpan, sly, and always unexpectedly inventive.”—Entertainment Weekly “Captivating.”—The Seattle Times “[A] guilty pleasure.”—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review “[Fowler] takes delight in stuffing his books with esoteric facts; together with a cast of splendidly eccentric characters [and] corkscrew plots, wit, verve and some apposite social commentary, they make for unbeatable fun.”—The Guardian “Dazzling.”—The Denver Post “The most delightfully, wickedly entertaining duo in crime fiction.”—The Plain Dealer “Thrilling.”—Chicago Tribune
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery (Peculiar Crimes Unit #15)
by Christopher FowlerLondon, 1969. With the Swinging Sixties under way, Detectives Arthur Bryant and John May find themselves caught in the middle of a good, old-fashioned manor house murder mystery. Hard to believe, but even positively ancient sleuths like Bryant and May of the Peculiar Crimes Unit were young once . . . or at least younger. Flashback to London 1969: mods and dolly birds, sunburst minidresses—but how long would the party last? After accidentally sinking a barge painted like the Yellow Submarine, Bryant and May are relegated to babysitting one Monty Hatton-Jones, the star prosecution witness in the trial of a disreputable developer whose prefabs are prone to collapse. The job for the demoted detectives? Keep the whistle-blower safe for one weekend. The task proves unexpectedly challenging when their unruly charge insists on attending a party at the vast estate Tavistock Hall. With falling stone gryphons, secret passageways, rumors of a mythical beast, and an all-too-real dismembered corpse, the bedeviled policemen soon find themselves with “a proper country house murder” on their hands. Trapped for the weekend, Bryant and May must sort the victims from the suspects, including a hippie heir, a blond nightclub singer, and Monty himself—and nobody is quite who he or she seems to be.
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery (Peculiar Crimes Unit #16)
by Christopher Fowler&“The most delightfully, wickedly entertaining duo in crime fiction.&”—The Plain Dealer The brilliant Arthur Bryant and John May take the late, late shift in a cat-and-mouse hunt with a killer who preys on his victims at the same time every night—the lonely hour of 4 A.M. When a man is found hanging upside down inside a willow tree on Hampstead Heath, surrounded by a baffling assortment of occult objects, the Peculiar Crimes Unit is called in to investigate. Was this a botched satanic ritual pulled off by bored teenagers, a gang initiation, or the work of a mastermind with grander intentions? Bryant and May set off in search of answers and are soon reminded that London is a city steeped in blood and magic. When another body is pulled from the river at dawn, it becomes clear that a killer lurks in the night. To catch him, the PCU switches to graveyard shifts, but the team still comes up short. As they explore a night city where the normal rules do not apply, they&’re drawn deeper into a case that involves murder, arson, kidnapping, blackmail, loneliness, and bats. May takes a technological approach, while Bryant goes in search of his usual academics and misfits for help, for this investigation reveals impossibilities at every turn. How do you stop a killer who appears not to exist? Luckily, impossibilities are what the Peculiar Crimes Unit does best.
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery (Peculiar Crimes Unit #17)
by Christopher Fowler&“The most delightfully, wickedly entertaining duo in crime fiction.&”—The Plain DealerWhen a prominent politician is crushed by a fruit van making a delivery, the singular team of Arthur Bryant and John May overcome insurmountable odds to reunite the PCU and solve the case in this brainy new mystery from acclaimed author Christopher Fowler. On a spring morning in London&’s Strand, the Speaker of the House of Commons is nearly killed by a van unloading oranges and lemons for the annual St. Clement Danes celebration. It&’s an absurd near-death experience, but the government is more interested in investigating the Speaker&’s state of mind just prior to his accident.The task is given to the Peculiar Crimes Unit—the only problem being that the unit no longer exists. Its chief, Raymond Land, is tending his daffodils on the Isle of Wight and senior detectives Arthur Bryant and John May are out of commission—May has just undergone surgery for a bullet wound and Bryant has been missing for a month. What's more, their old office in King&’s Cross is being turned into a vegetarian tapas bar.Against impossible odds, the team is reassembled and once again what should be a simple case becomes a lunatic farrago involving arson, suicide, magicians, academics and a race to catch a killer with a master plan involving London churches. Joining their team this time is Sidney, a young woman with no previous experience, plenty of attitude—and a surprising secret.
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery (Peculiar Crimes Unit #18)
by Christopher FowlerThinking of a jaunt to England? Let Arthur Bryant and John May, London&’s oldest police detectives, show you the oddities behind the city&’s façades in this tongue-in-cheek travel guide.&“The best fun is running all over the city with these amiable partners.&”—The New York Times Book Review, on Bryant & May: The Lonely HourIt&’s getting late. I want to share my knowledge of London with you, if I can remember any of it.So says Arthur Bryant. He and John May are the nation&’s oldest serving detectives. Who better to reveal its secrets? Why does this rainy, cold, gray city capture so many imaginations? Could its very unreliability hold the key to its longevity? The detectives are joined by their boss, Raymond Land, and some of their most disreputable friends, each an argumentative and unreliable expert in their own dodgy field. Each character gives us a short tour of odd buildings, odder characters, lost venues, forgotten disasters, confusing routes, dubious gossip, illicit pleasures, and hidden pubs. They make all sorts of connections—and show us why it&’s almost impossible to separate fact from fiction in London.
Bryant & May: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery (Peculiar Crimes Unit #18)
by Christopher Fowler&“[Fowler] takes delight in stuffing his books with esoteric facts. . . . They make for unbeatable fun.&”—The Guardian The brilliant duo of Arthur Bryant and John May uncovers a nefarious plot behind the seemingly innocuous death of an old lady—and when the case leads them to London Bridge, it all comes down on the Peculiar Crimes Unit.When ninety-one-year-old Amelia Hoffman dies in her top-floor flat on a busy London road, it&’s considered an example of what has gone wrong with modern society: she slipped through the cracks in a failing system.But detectives Arthur Bryant and John May of the Peculiar Crimes Unit have their doubts. Mrs. Hoffman was once a government security expert, though no one can quite remember her. When a link emerges between the old lady and a diplomat trying to flee the country, it seems that an impossible murder has been committed. Mrs. Hoffman wasn&’t the only one at risk. Bryant is convinced that other forgotten women with hidden talents are also in danger. And, curiously, they all own models of London Bridge. With the help of some of their more certifiable informants, the detectives follow the strangest of clues in an investigation that will lead them through forgotten alleyways to the city&’s oldest bridge in search of a desperate killer. But just when the case appears to be solved, they discover that Mrs. Hoffman was smarter than anyone imagined. There&’s a bigger game afoot that could have terrible consequences.
Bubble: A Thriller (The\game Trilogy Ser. #3)
by Anders de la MotteNo one gets out alive... <P> HP could never have imagined he’d become entwined in a chaotic and dangerous game of life and death when he picked up a lost cell phone on a commuter train. He thought he’d escaped. <P> Now, his paranoia quickly grows to mania, as he is convinced that the Game Master and past characters are following him and that the police are watching him. <P> HP decides he must finish one last assignment and expose the Game Master’s secrets once and for all—no matter what it costs him. <P> What he uncovers is a potential link between his own father’s past and the Game— blurring the boundary between it and real life more than ever.
Bubbles Ablaze
by Sarah StrohmeyerBubbles is racing toward a big news story. But when she arrives at the abandoned coal mine, she finds Stiletto, knocked unconscious and the body of another man with a sizable hole in his chest.
Bubbles Unbound
by Sarah StrohmeyerBubbles, a hairdresser with Barbie-doll curves hot pants and a tube top. With an ex-hubby, a precocious daughter, and a shoplifting mother. What can add highlights to her life? Maybe a murder?
Bucanero, Una Aventura De Dane Maddock
by David Wood Martha E MaciasDurante más de doscientos años el Pozo del Dinero en la isla del Roble ha desconcertado a investigadores y engañado a los cazadores de tesoros. Ahora, Dane Maddock y Bones Bonebrake emprenden la aventura en pos de un tesoro legendario de tiempos de Cristo, la cual les acarrea peligros a diestra y siniestra.En Bucanero, Dane y Bones buscan descubrir el fatal secreto de un pirata. En el camino los aguardan maravillas antiguas, templos ocultos, criaturas míticas, sociedades secretas y enemigos tanto viejos como nuevos.
Buchanan Gets Mad
by Jonas WardA Large Print Western. The armed deputy prodded Buchanan out of the cell. 'We're taking care of scudders like you who try to buck the law. We're putting you on trial. A judge, a jury, the whole shebang. ' And the whole shebang was a frame-up. The self-appointed judge was a madman, part-time sadistic sheriff and part-time lunatic preacher. And the jury he'd appointed was made up of doddering old men either too drunk or too deaf to hear the 'evidence. ' 'You know what the jury's going to do to you?' the deputy sneered at Buchanan. 'That jury is going to hang you. Hang you by the neck. '
Buchanan Gets Mad
by Jonas WardThe armed deputy prodded Buchanan out of the cell. "We're taking care of scudders like you who try to buck the law. We're putting you on trial. A judge, a jury, the whole shebang." And the whole shebang was a frame-up. The self-appointed judge was a madman, part-time sadistic sheriff and part-time lunatic preacher. And the jury he'd appointed was made up of doddering old men either too drunk or too deaf to hear the "evidence." "You know what the jury's going to do to you?" the deputy sneered at Buchanan. "That jury is going to hang you. Hang you by the neck."
Buchanan Gets Mad
by Jonas WardThe armed deputy prodded Buchanan out of the cell. “We’re taking care of scudders like you who try to buck the law. We’re putting you on trial. A judge, a jury, the whole shebang.” And the whole shebang was a frame-up. The self-appointed judge was a madman, part-time sadistic sheriff and part-time lunatic preacher. And the jury he’d appointed was made up of doddering old men either too drunk or too deaf to hear the “evidence.” “You know what the jury’s going to do to you?” the deputy sneered at Buchanan. “That jury is going to hang you. Hang you by the neck.”
Buchanan Says No
by Jonas WardBella was quite a town, a free-wheeling, lusty young hell, the kind of town Tom Buchanan pleasured in. But then it turned ugly and made the mistake of angering Buchanan—and when the smoke cleared away there was nothing much left but wholesale mourning.
Buchanan Says No
by Jonas WardBella was quite a town, a free-wheeling, lusty young hell, the kind of town Tom Buchanan pleasured in. But then it turned ugly and made the mistake of angering Buchanan--and when the smoke cleared away there was nothing much left but wholesale mourning.
Buchanan Says No
by Jonas WardBella was quite a town, a free-wheeling, lusty young hell, the kind of town Tom Buchanan pleasured in. But then it turned ugly and made the mistake of angering Buchanan—and when the smoke cleared away there was nothing much left but wholesale mourning.
Buchanan on the Prod
by Jonas WardMalvaise narrowed his eyes. “So you think you’re the man to take on the job of getting rid of me and my boys, do you?” he said to Buchanan. “I never saw a fast gun yet that didn’t meet up with a faster one.” “Amen, brother,” Buchanan agreed. “And you know what you’re bucking here in Pasco County, don’t you?” “Me,” Buchanan said, “I ain’t bucking nobody.” “Then ride out fast,” Malvaise told him. “Ride now!” But Buchanan didn’t like being told what to do. Not in that tone of voice. Buchanan stayed. Until the last bloody patch of desert had dried.
Buchanan on the Prod
by Jonas WardMalvaise narrowed his eyes. "So you think you're the man to take on the job of getting rid of me and my boys, do you?" he said to Buchanan. "I never saw a fast gun yet that didn't meet up with a faster one." "Amen, brother," Buchanan agreed. "And you know what you're bucking here in Pasco County, don't you?" "Me," Buchanan said, "I ain't bucking nobody." "Then ride out fast," Malvaise told him. "Ride now!" But Buchanan didn't like being told what to do. Not in that tone of voice. Buchanan stayed. Until the last bloody patch of desert had dried.
Buchanan on the Prod
by Jonas WardMalvaise narrowed his eyes. “So you think you’re the man to take on the job of getting rid of me and my boys, do you?” he said to Buchanan. “I never saw a fast gun yet that didn’t meet up with a faster one.” “Amen, brother,” Buchanan agreed. “And you know what you’re bucking here in Pasco County, don’t you?” “Me,” Buchanan said, “I ain’t bucking nobody.” “Then ride out fast,” Malvaise told him. “Ride now!” But Buchanan didn’t like being told what to do. Not in that tone of voice. Buchanan stayed. Until the last bloody patch of desert had dried.
Buchanan's Revenge
by Jonas WardThey said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and that he was slow to anger—like a rattler dozing in the desert sun. But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the outlaws who had shot his best friend in the back. Old timers shook their heads. It wasn’t going to be a fair fight, they said. The odds were only three to one.
Buchanan's Revenge
by Jonas WardThey said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and that he was slow to anger--like a rattler dozing in the desert sun. But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the outlaws who had shot his best friend in the back. Old timers shook their heads. It wasn't going to be a fair fight, they said. The odds were only three to one.
Buchanan's Revenge
by Jonas WardThey said in Texas that Tom Buchanan ate wildcat for breakfast and that he was slow to anger—like a rattler dozing in the desert sun. But now every saloon and dance hall had heard the news: Buchanan was cleaning his guns. The genial giant of a man had sworn to kill the outlaws who had shot his best friend in the back. Old timers shook their heads. It wasn’t going to be a fair fight, they said. The odds were only three to one.