Dru Anderson has what her grandmother called the touch. When her dad turns up dead--but still walking--Dru knows she's next. Will Dru discover just how special she really is before coming face-to-fang with whatever is hunting her?

The second novel in the Strange Angels series picks up with Dru neatly tucked away in a Schola that's more like a prison than a secret training facility. Except for one tiny detail . . . she's the only girl in the place and is totally surrounded by tons of cute boys. But a traitor in the Order wants Dru dead and she can't trust anyone except for Graves. Too bad he's being kept busy with a new crew of wulfen teens and doesn't have time for her. As she learns the truth about who she can and can't trust, Dru's only hope may be to save herself - although the one gift that makes her special is draining away, and she doesn't know how to get it back. Will Dru survive long enough to find out who is really after her? Or is she destined for the same fate as her murdered parents? Lili's characters come alive on the page in a way that's visually stunning and she creates the same terrific pace, danger and teen romance as in Strange Angels.

Dru, a psychic sixteen-year-old aided by a "werwulf"--Bitten friend, and a half-human vampire hunter, faces danger and death while searching for her parents' killers. Bind up of books 1 & 2, Strange Angels and Betrayals.

Now that sixteen-year-old Dru's worst fears have come true and Sergej has kidnapped her best friend Graves, she'll have to go on a suicidal rescue mission to bring him back in one piece. That is, if she can put all of Christophe's training to good use, defeat her mother's traitor, Anna, once and for all, and manage to survive another day...

In this first major collection in nearly a decade from a revered American poet, William Pitt Root concerns himself with those extremes—spiritual, physical, or both—at which social and cultural forms disintegrate, leaving the individual as an unshielded witness to transitioning miracles that induce a state of awe that cannot be diminished, diverted, or ignored. In poem after poem, Root compels the reader to discover that these key moments require the heart to open and the mind to still in order to fully accept whatever results, whether it is to suffer inconsolably or to discover new facets of wisdom. With an imagery that is by turns beautiful, tender, provocative, and terrifying, this collection signals the triumphant return of a poet of national renown.

It?s a good thing Dru Anderson is fast. Because the sucker chasing her isn?t slowing down?and he won?t rest until he has tasted her blood and silenced her heart . . . Dru?s best friend, Graves, and her strange and handsome savior, Christophe, are ready to help her take on the ultimate evil. But will their battle for Dru?s heart get in the way of her survival?

"Austen was still staggering from his divorce from Emily. First he couldn't paint anymore. Then he took a pratfall in the parking lot of a 7-Eleven. The beer bottles broke. Brain damage. In the hospital they said 'Don't stop taking your medication.' Then the visions began. An oily silver sheen, chrome cascades of blood and tears... from the corner of his eye he sees the head of a mucous serpent, reaching out for him. ...And in his pain and horror, all he can think to say is, 'Emily! Emily!' His obsessed mind has mutinied. His madness has launched him on a cross-country odyssey of debauchery and more pain. Searching for Emily and love lost; searching for a cure, finding Dr. Quiet--healer or demon? Dr. Quiet will cure Austen. Painting will cure Austen. Death will cure Austen. Here is what waits at the end of the silvery road of shimmering madness: the blood of the one you love..."--Back cover.

Gonzo journalist and literary roustabout Hunter S. Thompson flies with the angels—Hell’s Angels, that is—in this short work of nonfiction. “California, Labor Day weekend . . . early, with ocean fog still in the streets, outlaw motorcyclists wearing chains, shades and greasy Levis roll out from damp garages, all-night diners and cast-off one-night pads in Frisco, Hollywood, Berdoo and East Oakland, heading for the Monterey peninsula, north of Big Sur. . . The Menace is loose again.” Thus begins Hunter S. Thompson’s vivid account of his experiences with California’s most notorious motorcycle gang, the Hell’s Angels. In the mid-1960s, Thompson spent almost two years living with the controversial Angels, cycling up and down the coast, reveling in the anarchic spirit of their clan, and, as befits their name, raising hell. His book successfully captures a singular moment in American history, when the biker lifestyle was first defined, and when such countercultural movements were electrifying and horrifying America. Thompson, the creator of Gonzo journalism, writes with his usual bravado, energy, and brutal honesty, and with a nuanced and incisive eye; as The New Yorker pointed out, “For all its uninhibited and sardonic humor, Thompson’s book is a thoughtful piece of work.” As illuminating now as when originally published in 1967, Hell’s Angels is a gripping portrait, and the best account we have of the truth behind an American legend.

Dru Anderson has battled zombies, djamphirs, and vampires and bloomed into a ful-fledged svetocha, toxic to all vampires, but the worst is yet to come.