DEEP SPACE, DEEP TROUBLE. The man they call Diego was a tough hombre looking to escape a jam. But the time machine he found took him out of the frying pan and into the future. Now he's gone from the wide-open spaces to outer space--in the 26th century, as the starship Angus goes to war… Before you can say, "Beam me up, Scotty," Diego's risking his neck against a female terrorist known as the Space Avenger--and the weirdest life-forms he's ever seen outside a bottle of bad whiskey. But then again, they've never seen anything like the man they call Diego!

WELCOME TO THE 22ND CENTURY! CHECK YOUR RAY GUN AT THE DOOR… The man they call Diego hitched a ride on a time machine—but the Old West didn’t prepare the gunslinger for the new Nashville of the 22nd century… The good news is that the Old West is now a religion, and Diego’s being worshipped as the Grand Cowpoke. The bad news is that he’s about to be hanged… for impersonating the man they call Diego!

HAVE TIME MACHINE, WILL TRAVEL… The man they call Diego is a gunslinger on the run. And, by accident, he finds the perfect place to hide—the future! But he's about to discover that New York City in the 1990s is no less dangerous than the Old West in the 1880s… Follow the Man they call Diego through time and space in this exciting time-travel series.

Alice MacDonneaugh, visiting Cullcriag Castle, her family's ancestral home in the Scottish moors to recover from the shock of the fire that claimed her parent's lives, fears she is losing her mind. For everywhere she goes, she is beset by visions and voices...beckoning...warning...threatening ... luring...voices out of time that call from musty graves and sing softly to the music of flutes and pipes...And visions of Morag - the lady in the tapestry - whom everyone says is Alice's look-alike, though she has been dead for over 300 years. Morag, the witch, Morag, once Mistress of Cullcraig; Morag, whose magnificent ruby gem holds the secrets of the past and the salvation of the future; Morag whose hand reaches out from the grave and the tapestry, trying to defy time and space and pull Alice back through the centuries, back past the grave, so she alone might learn the secret of the MacDonneaugh clan!

We've all seen them—the broken-down car by the side of the road, mutely signaling for help from passing drivers … the stubborn tail-gater who follows too close, for too long … the wild driver who weaves through lanes on a crowded highway—the driver who causes accidents but is never a victim of one … These are the jackals, hunters who follow the nation's highways and byways, preying on the weak and unsuspecting. The jackals are human enough - except for a strangeness about their eyes, and the way their laughter lingers in the night air—but they have no mercy. Jim Scott's been hunting jackals for some time now. They took someone he loved, once, and he's never forgiven them. And he's never loved again. Love makes you vulnerable. But love isn't predictable, and when beautiful, battered Rachel turns up on Jim Scott's doorstep with a tale that can only mean she barely escaped a hunting pack, Jim finds that the barricades he built around his heart are not impregnable. The jackals have come in force for their final showdown with Jim Scott. But Jim no longer fights alone—he leads a group of jackal-killers, each determined to exterminate the hunters or die trying.

Night—the carnival grounds are empty … Or are they? Laughter and screams float faintly on the wind. Echoes of the day's fairgoers—or cries of the damned, rising form Hell? At the carnival's core is the black carousel, whirling to a special rhythm that is almost a heartbeat. Its creatures seem alive in the flickering lights as they spin hypnotically past. And those who dare to ride are forever … changed.

*Personal: Single green she-beast seeks single man. Color, Creed, species not important. Down on the bayou, folks called the creature Zergopha. It had been around for quite a spell, slithering through the swamp, chowing down on the odd tourist here and there. Lately, though, it seemed to be after something more than a one-night snack. Affection, maybe. Possibly even—commitment. Now it's Spring, and an immortal monster's bizarre fancy has turned to thoughts of weird love. Only one man is the unlucky object of Zergopha's affections… Kent Montana He's the descendant of Scottish nobility, or so he claims. He's an out-of-work actor. He never gets a good script… but his life is more exciting and outrageous than any science fiction movie. In fact, his life is a science fiction movie… (previously published as written by Lionel Fenn)

A warm evening in Oxrun Station—a lovely time for a picnic. If only they hadn't chosen to visit the orchard … It was the last lovely time. The first death seems to be an accident. But there's no doubt about the suicide, or the mutilation murder, or the horror that seizes the movie theater, or the terror that inhabits the hospital … All are the fruits of that night in the orchard.

At first it seems like an ordinary street in an ordinary neighborhood. But kids sense there’s something different about Midnight Place. It’s nothing tangible — just an eerie sensation that won’t go away. Walk down the street, a street like Midnight Place, and all too soon the terror is real. Wherever they go, Roz Jordan and her friends are followed by a mysterious motorcycle that seems to appear out of thin air. At first they are intrigued, but when a classmate is hit and killed by this wild rider, everyone is frightened. For Roz there is something eerily familiar about this phantom rider. She keeps thinking of someone — someone who used to live on Midnight Place. Will this ghostly rider destroy Roz and her friends?

In Oxrun Station, the wind carries dark musics and dark magics … and summoning the wind can call you to your doom. The spectral sound of folk music was a sound not everyone could hear. Only those desperate for love heard the haunting notes—and had their lives forever altered.