Abigail has always struggled with the voices. From the relentless tyranny a woman faces on an antebellum plantation to the unknown prison camps in America during World War II, our heroine discovers the past in a way that changes her future. Moments from the past serve as guiding posts for the country’s growth, and also mark the transitions for Abigail’s own personal history. Her best friend, Margaret, partners with Abigail to discover the identity of the mysterious voices, while focusing on her passion and quest to become a United States senator. Through it all, a serial killer torments the country, romance blossoms between people they meet during the journey, and long-buried secrets come to light in devastating ways. As elements twist, numbers align and spiritual powers connect, no one will be the same again.

Wiccan Gavenia Kingsgrave’s psychic gift, the ability to talk to the dead, comes with strings attached. As a Shepherd, she escorts them into the hereafter, but not all the souls want to cross over, and some can be downright vicious. When her latest case involves a heart-breaking hit-and-run victim, Gavenia is stressed to the max. The last thing she needs is a no-nonsense private detective on her tail, even if he is a handsome Irishman. Former homicide detective Douglas O’Fallon possesses his own psychic gift, one he’s denied for years. Hired by a wealthy client to prove that Gavenia’s a con artist, he is skeptical of the witch’s claims she can speak to the dead. If he finds her gift as genuine, then he will be forced to accept his own. When their two cases intersect, opposites attract. But will they be able to set their differences aside long enough to outwit their foes – both the living and the dead?

Change has come to the village of Skerrils, and fourteen-year-old Callum is struggling to adjust. Important people have moved on; others have arrived. Even the Mountain, once the scene of an epic adventure for Callum and his friends, has vanished in the October mist. But its power cannot stay hidden for long, for in that mist lurks a terrifying new presence that wishes to destroy all that Callum has ever fought for. This presence is known only as ‘The Other’, and it will take alliances old and new to reconnect Callum with past magic if he is to stop it before everything is lost. *** “This has a wonderful, otherworldly atmosphere – like a fantastic film on a bank holiday afternoon. That’s how it feels to me. So much fantasy is nihilistic and dark, but this is delightful.” —Paul Magrs, author of Strange Boy, Lost on Mars and The Novel Inside You “McClure had me from the first four words! This is a story about change and loneliness and how we connect. What it is to be human. McClure has filled this sequel with the same vivid, vibrant, sometimes uncanny sense of place – a story for our strange and difficult times.” —Joan Lennon, most recently co-author with Joan Haig of Talking History: 150 years of world-changing speeches “Much anticipated, Callum and The Other doesn’t disappoint. Dare I say, this is the author’s best yet – it brims with the intrigue, lyricism and light humour now characteristic of Alan McClure’s novels. My kids and I want more!” —Joan Haig, author of Tiger Skin Rug

Jinny Blackwell is the only Archangel-Demon hybrid the three worlds have ever seen! Amid new love, lies, betrayal and on the run from not only the King of Hell but Ra-Amun’s Archangelic Army as well, will Jinny ultimately forgive her demon mate, Franklin for murdering her in their past life? Will she discover her not only her true identity, the identity of her biological parents and her true purpose in this life before it’s too late? Will she choose Xavier over her demon mate? Or can Franklin convince her that his love is real and that it’s strong enough to save them both from what is destined to come? Franklin and Jinny’s story continues in The Soul Series Book 2....

Ten Scottish yarns of ghosts, demons, and magic spells are sure to spook and delight Throughout the ages, supernatural stories about curses and superstitions have been a popular topic for gossip among the Scottish people. The odds are good that every Scottish family you talk to knows at least one eerie tale that will keep you up at night. In Twelve Great Black Cats, Sorche Nic Leodhas captures strange stories of monsters, magic, and even a little bit of humor. With stories including “The Honest Ghost,” “The Weeping Lass at the Dancing Place,” and “The Shepherd Who Fought the March Wind,” this collection is an eclectic mix of horror and fun.

Dante and I are inseparable...and we are dying. Our shared soul cannot sustain us and our love threatens to kill us both. Our only hope lies in messages from a mysterious benefactor, leading us on a treacherous journey across Europe in search of the secret of eternal life. But our enemies are tracking us. And if they catch us, will our love survive?

This book is a collection of 50 poems. Poems about the beauty of love, the pain of loss, the memories that cannot be erased, the power of dreams, the joy in forgiveness and the harshness of reality. Each poem is a window into a different world, a different moment. Some may make you smile while others may bring tears to your eyes. And I hope, as you hold this book and start turning the pages, you will find yourself lost in the poems.

Selon by Steffen Phillip unveils a compelling tapestry of ancient legends, mystic destinies, and human struggles. In a sweeping saga that crosses centuries, we follow Selon Duradal, a descendant of the enigmatic Guanches, from his secluded life in France as a Druid of the Haedus tribe to the tumultuous events leading up to a pivotal confrontation with Rome. With a narrative rich in historical depth and mystical allure, Phillip crafts a world where swords forged from Damascus steel, secret languages, and ancient rites shape the destiny of a man caught between the love for his heritage and the brutal realities of a world on the brink of transformation. Selon’s journey from the tragic loss of his father to becoming Duradal, ‘the enduring one,’ is a testament to the enduring spirit of those who seek to preserve their identity amidst the ravages of time and conquest. As he navigates the complexities of allegiance, love, and the stark choices wrought by war, Selon embodies the eternal conflict between the preservation of the old ways and the inexorable march of progress.

Leave all the mundane and repetitions of the daily grind behind and all the drama that comes with it and join Devil James into the slow-descending trek of the doom and gloom of the dreaded Witchwood Forest. It grows like sinister, haunted old rusty railroad spikes shooting out of the back rural Illinois country roads, spreading over endless miles of sticks that clutter the hills. The same beer cans littered old haunting hills that hold Devils Creek in its cold hypnotizing hands. Lonely places of solitude that illuminate the spirit world are found out here in the mazes of the back country roads of Clinton and Madison County. Come venture out into these twisted old nightmares that cling onto your psyche like the stained sounds of the cicadas buzzing haunting songs over the caws of blackbirds and ravens. Join the Devil James cult and walk among us through the festering clouds of gnats and mosquitoes with the buzzing, croaking sounds of bullfrogs to a place where the stillness beckons you to test your courage. Leave your stress and bullshit all behind and dare to step into the beyond into an eerie solitude of the spirit world where all these sounds vanish into a still silence that holds only the whispering voices of those who reside within. Welcome to a head trip that will leave your poor tattered, battered mind and broken heart guessing every misplaced step along the stumbling path. The clumsy crooked left-hand path of Witchwood Forest will latch on to your every thought and pull it down into a dark descent of mystery, a mystery that will not only set your mind free to a new humility and dignity it so craves and endlessly searches for but a mystery within echoing mysteries that will also unlock the chains of your heart and hand you back the moral compass we all hold so dear. Welcome my friends into the descending darkness of fallen angels who dream of becoming archangels but are too lost to find their way. Welcome to Devils Creek, welcome to the Witchwood Forest. We've been waiting for you so long; we all have missed you so much.