“There’s a corpse on my doorstep, a were-cat on my sofa and I’m being stalked by the assassins division of the local Women’s Institute. I’m going to need a lot more coffee.”
Darren Trott has a job, a feisty girlfriend (with plans) and a house with potential. Oh yes, he’s living the dream. It just isn’t the dream he applied for. You see, Darren likes taking photos of plast…
In the tranquil embrace of the Clochar of the Veiled Sisterhood, Delia Spark finds the days flow with peace and tranquility, far from the familiar streets of Myrtlewood. Her sudden disappearance leave…
