At 92 years of age, poetess and Martha's Vineyard native Victoria Trumbull is about to take on a new vocation-solving murders.

Isabella Vasile My mother called me Belladonna. The poisonous plant with sweet cherries as fruit. She wanted me to become just that for every man who lay eyes on me. Sweet on their tongue but deadly. She said it was the only way a woman can be powerful in our world. But I never wanted that. I never wanted to be toxic. I wanted to love and be loved. I wanted to be sweet without being deadly. I didn't want to hurt anyone. Only I did... I did become a sweet-looking deadly thing to reach what I have always wanted. True love. Alessio Mazzoni She had the darkest eyes I have ever seen. So dark they were almost black, just like the poisonous cherries she once warned me about. When I was a little boy I promised her that one day I will marry her. I never forgot that promise. Even though how unworthy I am, I will have her at the end. One way or another.

An amateur sleuth aids a Maine town plagued by poison in this mystery by Agatha Christie’s favorite American author. With talk of war all over the radio waves, antiquarian book dealer Henry Gamadge is back in Maine, this time by invitation of his friend Detective Mitchell. Mitchell has a real puzzler on his hands: three different children have been poisoned with deadly nightshade, and there is no motive that could possibly link all three poisonings, beside the fact that the children all live in the same small community. Could the nearby encampment of Gypsies be involved? And was the death of a state trooper at about the same time a mere coincidence? Gamadge sets out to separate fact from fiction and find the killer before they strike again . . . “An exciting novel and an excellent mystery.” —San Jose News

Serena Kyle, a suspense writer, is plagued by Dariel Matador, a copy cat murderer that is trying to get closer to her by repeating the Belladonna murders from her book "Deadly Nightshade". Luckily she has two detectives in her life that will do anything to put this to an end and win her heart. Author, Serena Kyle, is beginning her new life. That's going to be a little tough for her considering a copy cat murderer named Dane! Matador is obsessed with her and is copying the fictional murders in her book. Luck for her she has two detectives in he life that would give up theirs to save her.

While thwarting an Injustice Gang heist, Batman accidentally destroys the Shade's cane. As a veil of darkness blankets the world, the Justice League enacts a bold plan to prevent a global ice age. Can the world's greatest team of super heroes reset time to bring light back to the world? Or will the Injustice Gang gain the upper hand on a planet that's seen its last sunrise?

The witches of Hazelstix Hollow are busy getting ready for the annual Bewitchment Gathering. But when Scattia Blackthorne stumbles across a half buried body in the woods, she's pulled into a mystery more twisted than the handle of her broomstick. She'd forgotten how power can corrupt even the nicest of witches... A newcomer to the Hollow has been murdered. How will Scattia discover the perpetrator of the crime, when the village is in uproar and all her neighbours seem to be harbouring mysterious secrets? It's not clear who she can trust anymore. Events take a further sinister turn when the High Witch goes missing... It's almost like the bad old days of the Witching Wars have come back... Will Scattia find out the truth before another crime is committed? And why does Wizard Mortis keep asking her out to dinner? And is it true that there's a traitor amongst her friends in Hazelstix Hollow?

Bad luck was what brought me here. To be more precise, a curse. I expect you've heard about them in fairy tales. But did you pay attention? The old word for fairy was fey. My history is a fey tale.Fatal.Linny is stuck in a boarding school in Maine, knowing she is cursed to die before her sixteenth birthday. But this is nothing new. She's done this many times, over many centuries, so she dare not hope it will be different.But then Quinn Ramsay, descendant of the Sidhe king who cursed her, arrives to fight a very different battle. The stakes are high and Linny is in his way. Is the balance of light and dark magic about to shift into disaster? In the struggle, one thing becomes clear: someone is going to have to sacrifice everything for love.

Poems selected from Vilkogas; Antenu burtnaica; Iepaut tauraitae, scorpion!; and Te debesis, te ciparnaica.

Winner of 2018 Warwick Prize for Women in Translation From the author of the highly acclaimed Trieste, a fierce novel about history, memory, and illness Andreas Ban, a psychologist who no longer psychologizes, a writer who no longer writes, lives alone in a coastal town in Croatia. His body is failing him. He sifts through the remnants of his life—his research, books, medical records, photographs—remembering old lovers and friends, the tragedies of WWII, the breakup of Yugoslavia. Ban’s memories of Belgrade (which he thought he had left behind) and of Amsterdam (a different world and life) alternate with meditations on hole-ridden time (ebbing away through its perforations), on his measly pension, on growing old and fragile, on the intelligence of rats and the agelessness of lobsters, on deadly nightshade. He tries to push the past away, "to land on a little island of time in which tomorrow does not exist, in which yesterday is buried.” Drndic´ leafs through the horrors of history with a cold unflinching wit. “The past is riddled with holes,” she writes. “Souvenirs can’t help here.” And they don't.