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Charlie Asher, a neurotic and anxious hypochondriac who hates change, confronts the challenges of being a widower and a single parent when his wife dies of a freak medical condition on the day his new daughter, Sophie, is born.

Casey Maldonado and Death have hitched a desperate ride away from one disaster only to find themselves in the middle of another. The semitruck they are traveling in crashes, and before the Grim Reaper takes Evan the trucker away, Evan whispers to Casey about a stash hidden in the truck that she should keep away from "them." The stash turns out to be photos, truck manifests, and other information pointing Casey toward something big and complicated....

Scotland Yard is hunting the worst kind of serial killer-one with a sense of humor. When children's book author Oliver Swithin, reluctant creator of the notorious "Finsbury the Ferret," finds an old friend's body floating in a Trafalgar Square fountain, he can't convince the police to treat the death as a murder. But then more corpses turn up daily-on a tube station platform, in a botanical gardens hothouse, even in the middle of Piccadilly Circus-each...

Just like all little girls, I hoped I was special and that one day my powers would be revealed. My parents would be bewildered, my friends would equally worship and envy me, and my bullies would run away in terror! Nothing happened when I turned ten. I didn't grow wings at twelve, still wasn't able to make things move with my mind at fourteen, and at sixteen I was already too old to believe in such nonsense. Well, what do you think happened the day...

Grim Reaper Academy is a prison, and my father is the jailor. Since he's been appointed Headmaster, he's been changing all the rules. There's a curfew now, students are not allowed to gather in groups, and all connections with the outside have been cut. And don't think that because I'm his daughter, the rules don't apply to me. On the contrary, he's even more of a tyrant. He's forbidden me from seeing my lovers, GC and Paz. He says he'll find me a...

It was a Monday. Monday was the day grandma got her medicine. She took some pill that some white-coated doctor told us would keep her alive, if only for a little while. I walked to the pharmacy a couple of blocks away through the rain. Careful to avoid the divots and dips in the beat-up sidewalk where puddles were beginning to form. There's an old store that sells rugs and carpets between Grandma's and the pharmacy. I wove through a small crowd of...

The Reaper did not speak. He did not even move, for what need did he have to chase anyone? Everyone comes to him eventually. Men, women and gods all are consumed in his ever waiting black. Clive, sighing deeply, turned to look Death in the face. In the form he took for Clive, Death stood around seven feet tall. The hood of his monk's cowl falling to just above the bridge of the nose, had there been a nose to speak of. Instead, there was simply a hole,...