Résultats pour "Andrew Ward" dans Suspense

Five years after a "limited" nuclear war, two survivors journey across America. They - and you - will discover what is left of our way of life, the depth of the devastation, and the hopes of a new society desperately struggling to be born.

***Looking for more spectacularly thrilling ghost stories by Carly Reagon? THE INFIRMARY and HEAR HIM CALLING are out now*** The spine-tingling ghost story everyone is raving about: 'If you like a good ghost story put this chilling thriller to the very top of your reading list' Sarah Pearse...

Some secrets refuse to stay buried... Abandoned by her mother, Lucy Mitchell grew up in foster care, where she found solace in her best friends, Amber and Josh. In a strict foster home, Lucy and Amber made a pact – friends for life – often escaping to the woods to hide from their overbearing carer, Linda. Then, one day, only one of them comes back. Amber was gone, leaving behind only a note: I’ve run away. Fifteen years later, Lucy is planning her dream wedding to Josh – until a body is discovered.

The third collection in the Music and Murder Mystery Series, Back in Black features one story for each song from the seminal hard rock album of the same name. This book showcases ten brilliant mystery writers at the top of their game, including Reed Farrel Coleman, Heather Graham, Tori Eldridge, Ward Larsen, and Andrew Child, among others.

On a deserted road in the New Forest, a couple come across a man lying, apparently injured, in the road. They carry him to their car - but on the way to hospital, the driver hears knife blades clashing behind his head and things are not as they might have seemed... Pull on your headphones and Horror-fi yourself. 'Revolutionise' is an often overused word however this is what Horror-Fi achieve with there new recording technology/process for recording audio drama.

'Here! Look here, for this haggard man who shuffles along this deserted road, his soul as bare and barren as the moors around him, his tears cutting through his heart like the road slices this open plain. His name is Covell. Covell the Wandering one. Let us fly toward him on the wings of a crow, and circle above him, looking down at his ragged coat, his tattered hat, his worn old boots and bundle, then let us swoop down in to his brain and listen to the wretch’s thoughts!'