A little girl's favourite band is Witchcraft. They are beautiful, they can sing and dance and above all, they are cool. She wanted the Witchcraft hairdo. But when she got it, the trouble started. Because it turns out that her hair is evil.
The Gods and Their Machines marks the debut of a compelling new voice in science fiction and fantasy, set in a world that bears a disturbing resemblance to the Middle East and the conflict between Israel and Palestine. To the scientifically advanced people of Altima, the primitive "Fringelanders"...
Taya and Lorkrin are Myunans - shape-changers who can sculpt their flesh like modelling clay. They accidentally release Shessil Groach, a timid botanist working in captivity on the top-secret Harvest Tide Project. A massive manhunt is launched by the sinister Noranian Empire, which will stop at n...
Meet the living dead, giant insects and the man with the most disgusting job in the world! When Gaz loses his football and his little brother, Joey, there's nothing for it but to go into the spooky chemical factory to get them back! But Kanker & Byle is no ordinary factory and Gaz and his friends...
And the Perfect Corporation was one of the most powerful in the galaxy. He was still standing in his luxury viewing room high on the side of the Arena. The fights were over, the crowds had left. On the screens around him, he was watching the video recorded by the White Knights in the fairground. ...
And being mugged wasn't the half of it. When she answered the door of her maisonette – a well-tended little seventies affair with window boxes on the ledges and hanging plants on either side of the door – she was squinting out through a black eye that wouldn't have looked out of place after a hea...
A teenage boy in a braided uniform hovered in the corner by the door, with his hand on the brass control lever. It was pushed all the way forward. The elevator climbed steadily through the floors. Nate ran his sweating hands down his jacket and tried to loosen his stiff collar. He had told himsel...
Sol had asked her to get in contact with the man’s widow. She found the Waldens’ contact details in the city register and, taking a deep breath, clicked the link to their home screen. The woman who answered the call was not the one Cleo had seen weeping at the head of the funeral procession, but ...