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.

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.

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.

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?

"This richly illustrated book provides an in-depth natural history of the most poisonous plants on earth, covering everything from the lethal effects of hemlock and deadly nightshade to the uses of such plants in medicine, ritual, and chemical warfare"--Dust jacket.

With war looming, Henry Gamadge is back in Maine, assisting Detective Mitchell on a new cast involving several young children, who have been poisoned with deadly nightshade. Mitchell is stumped and can find no links between the kids, beyond their being about the same age and from the same small community. Could the Gypsies, who are camped nearby, be responsible? And then there is the death of a state trooper at almost the same time...can this be a coincidence? Gamadge and Mitchell must connect the cases and solve the crime in this classic Golden Age mystery.

A lean, taut novel about an artist—a painter—at the height of her career, about the art world, about love, fidelity, fame, betrayal, and the large choices and prices paid in the quest for art for art's sake. By the much-admired author of The Spoiler ("cutting wit and razor-sharp writing"—NYTBR; "a dark, sparkly gem of a book"—Christopher Buckley) and Hame ("I couldn't put it down"—Patrick McGrath). Eve Laing, celebrated artist, once the muse of legendary painter and "monstre sacré" Florian Kiš, is a photorealist painter of flowers at the peak of her career, with her work in international galleries and museums. Now Eve is embarking on her most ambitious work to date—seven enormous, elaborate panels of the world's deadliest plants. In psychic preparation, she has taken a wrecking ball to her opulent high-wire life, jettisoning her marriage for a beautiful young lover, a drifter half her age, who seems to share her single-minded artistic vision. As the novel opens out, Eve is on a late-night walk through London, setting out from her former family home in the well-heeled west of the city, back to her studio, a converted factory in the grittier east, where her recently completed masterpiece hangs and where a fatal reckoning may await. . . . Eve makes her way through the city and reflects on her life today and as it was years ago, and considers the large choices she has made and their repercussions. As she walks, she summons up her wild art college days in London; her New York years as a tyro artist; her vicious rivalry with her college roommate, now a celebrated figure on the international conceptual art scene whose full-blown success and recognition still infuriates and rankles Eve's sense of rightness with the world. And as she weighs what's been gained and what's been lost in pursuit of her art, a sense of dread settles over her, one she cannot shake, and as Nightshade moves to its dark, shocking end, it explores large questions--about ambition . . . artistic truth . . . betrayal . . . about bad people making good art . . . about the consequences of fame . . . and the devastating price of love.