Nathaniel Coldhardt, criminal mastermind and leader of an elite group of teen thieves, desperately wants to get his hands on the lost sword of Cortes - which was used by the Spaniards to conquer and destroy the Aztec people. But not long after Coldhardt's motley crew returns from this new challen...
Far out in space, on the ragged edges of Earth's bloated empire, an elite unit of soldiers is on a training mission. But deep in the heart of the hollowed-out planetoid that forms their battleground, a chilling secret waits to be discovered: ten alien corpses, frozen in time at the moment of viol...
The hairs on the back of her neck rose. She’d known it even without taking in all the detail; a sense that the place was not as they’d left it. It was the one at the end, this time, on the left-hand side. The one so soaked in gore it might’ve drowned in its own blood. There was a sickly, decaying...
His body looked more bestial, more powerful than Kate had ever seen it. That, together with his eerie yellow eyes, was enough to warn her well away. This wasn’t Tom as she knew him. She could hear it, in the way he bellowed his rage up at Marcie and Swagger. The two ’wolves were leaning over the ...
Night was starting to fall, but the streets were still busy. Festive carols floated out from cafés and bars, as well-heeled couples and groups of friends bustled about with bulging shopping bags, grabbing caffeine kicks and beers to help ease the Yuletide hassle. To pass the time as they walked, ...
He was pleased to find he had the whole place to himself. The turquoise pool sat in a big, red-bricked room that reeked of chlorine – but clearly not enough to kill the cloud of flies dizzying about overhead. The night was black and noisy outside. He was finishing his seve...
Over the mountains, the deepening red was the same colour as the stolen lorry. He remembered when he, Con and Motti had found it, abandoned, all doors flung wide open as if in despair, bulletholes in the nearby walls. The image had haunted him on the long flight back – his...
Motti was quieter than usual, a new pair of glasses perched on his nose and dosed up on special painkillers prescribed by Coldhardt’s private doctor. Patch too seemed very restrained; from the way his hand kept touching his stomach, she imagined the pain was reminding him of how close he’d come t...
‘You going to shoot me or what?’ Jed was staring at her like Tarzan seeing Jane for the first time: part wonder and desire, part fear. He lowered the shotgun, hesitantly. ‘Katy? Jesus, is it really you?’ A tiny smile appeared on Kate’s face. ‘Yeah. Really.’ Jed shook his head, disbelief stretchin...