Rayne is bored with life until a new family moves in next door. Why do they look so happy? Rayne wants to know their secret. Rayne Shines is a humorous and thought-provoking picture book for ages 5-8. This second edition features humans instead of frogs and an updated story.

Full size image In a ruined world, where wealthy humans push health and longevity to extremes and surround themselves with a shining metal wall, privilege and security is predicated on the services of cloned Neandertals, and the exploitation of women in the shanty towns and wastelands beyond the fortress city. This is the frightening yet moving story of orphaned Alida and her younger sister Graycie, and their struggle for survival in the Demi-Settlements outside the wall. When the sisters are forced to enter the City by very different means they risk being separated forever. Cloned Neandertal officer, Shuqba is exiled to a security outpost in the Demi-Settlements when she fails to adhere to the impossible standards set for her species within the City. Will she offer a lifeline to Alida or betray her? The Shining Wall is at once a frightening parable of our unjust world of haves and have nots, a richly imagined yet thrilling story of technological control and the fight for survival, and a paean to female friendship and power. 'Gripping from the word GO. A fearlessly feminist imagining of the entire fractured human genus in a future none of us should ever have to face. The Shining Wall enshrines familiar relationships even as it destroys genre tropes about a woman's role in a ruined world. Leave it to a new voice like this to set the post-apocalyptic construction on its ear. A triumph of realistic science fiction.' — Meg Elison, author of The Book of the Unnamed Midwife ‘Gritty and voicey, perhaps prescient, this is a gripping dystopia from a shining new voice.’ — Marlee Jane Ward, author of Welcome to Orphancorp and Psynode

In a mythical world of shapeshifters, goddesses, swords, and sorcery, Con, a lone warrior, has spent generations protecting an ancient and deposed royal bloodline, but he’s always known that there would come a time when his protection would no longer be enough. That time has finally come. In a bid to restore the bloodline to the throne, and save mankind, he’ll have to take on Lilith, an evil queen whose dark magics have been allowed to spread their influence and control for far too long. It will take a very special kind of strength to stand against her, but Con is far from helpless. His soul has long been host to a separate entity, Vel, a powerfully magical creature who can manifest in times of need, becoming Convel, with the heart and mind of both and the body of huge black wolf. Their combined power and guile will soon be put to the ultimate test if they are to have any hope at all of stopping Lilith and saving humanity ... even while protecting a dark secret of their own—one that could easily destroy it all.

Stuck with a blistering hot, filthy rich, and thankfully single billionaire? It's the vacation of a lifetime alright... Sometimes, the worst of circumstances can lead to the best of times. Harper Kelly has just been fired from her dream job, but rather than wallow in her misery, she’s taking the opportunity to cross some items off of her bucket list. Forget job hunting, she’s going skiing in the Alps! It’s not long, however, before her dream vacation is marred by a fraught encounter with a ridiculously handsome guest. Cue a freak avalanche, and the two are snowed in together, along with his adorable son. What’s more, Harper soon discovers the irresistible vacationer is none other than Jason Raynes, the notoriously reclusive billionaire! With a luxury hotel to themselves, it’s not long before Harper begins to thaw the frosty single dad’s heart, and break down the walls that seek to keep her out. And when Jason unexpectedly makes her a job offer she can’t refuse – as a tutor to his beloved son - Harper doesn’t know how to feel; is this his way of keeping her around, while keeping her at arm’s length? For every step he takes toward her, he pulls two steps back. Could it really be true that to be so close to him is to live in danger? After an eerie encounter on the historic streets of Dublin, Harper begins to wonder if her new lover’s past is coming back to haunt them. Can she get him to open up to her before he pushes her away? Or before malevolent forces catch up with them both?

"Lutrell Lutrell " Sir Charles Hardiman stood in the corridor of his steam yacht and bawled the name through a closed door. But no answer was returned from the other side of the door. He turned the handle and went in. The night was falling, but the cabin windows looked towards the north and the room was full of light and of a low and pleasant music. For the tide tinkled and chattered against the ship's planks and, in the gardens of the town across the harbour, bands were playing. The town was Stockholm in the year nineteen hundred and twelve, and on this afternoon, the Olympic games, that unfortunate effort to promote goodwill amongst the nations, which did little but increase rancours and disclose hatreds, had ended, never, it is to be hoped, to be resumed. "Luttrell," cried Hardiman again, but this time with perplexity in his voice. For Luttrell was there in the cabin in front of him, but sunk in so deep a contemplation of memories and prospects that the cabin might just as well have been empty. Sir Charles Hardiman touched him on the shoulder. "Wake up, old man " "That's what I am doing-waking up," said Luttrell, turning without any start. He was seated in front of the writing-desk, a young man, as the world went before the war, a few months short of twenty-eight. "The launch is waiting and everybody's on deck," continued Hardiman. "We shall lose our table at Hasselbacken if we don't get off." Then he caught sight of a telegram lying upon the writing-table. "Oh " and the impatience died out of his voice. "Is anything the matter?" Luttrell pushed the telegram towards his host. "Read it I have got to make up my mind-and now-before we start." Hardiman read the telegram. It was addressed to Captain Harry Luttrell, Yacht The Dragonfly, Stockholm, and it was sent from Cairo by the Adjutant-General of the Egyptian Army. "I can make room for you, but you must apply immediately to be transferred." Hardiman sat down in a chair by the side of the table against the wall, with his eyes on Luttrell's face. He was a big, softish, overfed man of forty-five, and the moment he began to relax from the upright position, his body went with a run; he collapsed rather than sat. The little veins were beginning to show like tiny scarlet threads across his nose and on the fullness of his cheeks; his face was the colour of wine; and the pupils of his pale eyes were ringed with so pronounced an arcus senilis that they commanded the attention like a disfigurement. But the eyes were shrewd and kindly enough as they dwelt upon the troubled face of his guest. "You have not answered this?" he asked. "No. But I must send an answer to-night."

Phoenix Blade was a child bound by destiny. He was the son of the leader of the Elemental Warriors. As a baby, his mother died protecting him from a raid. His father disappeared when the barriers appeared. Raised by his grandfather, Phoenix learned how to use a sword and gained fighting skills. His destiny had been laid out by his father, with his grandfather as a guide. Would Phoenix be able to unite the Elemental Warriors after so long, or would Razir cover the world in darkness?