Dear possible reader of this book,
My editor asked me to write a third book in my series, Tales from the House of Bunnicula. And did I have trouble getting started I was afraid I used up all my ideas. But faster than a writer can say "What if?" I came up with a story It's about a lovable and smart (not to mention cute) orphan wirehaired dachshund puppy named Howie, who has a mysterious pain in his leg and is mysteriously invited to attend the Dogwiz Academy for Canine Conjurers. Together, Howie and his best friend, the very, very, very smart Delilah, who speaks in a British...

Sticks and stones
may break our bones,
but names
will break our spirit.

Will their friendship ever be the same?
Horace, Morris, and Dolores have been best friends forever. They do everything together -- from sailing the seven sewers to climbing Mount Ever-Rust. But one day Horace and Morris join the Mega-Mice (no girls allowed), and Dolores joins the Cheese Puffs (no boys allowed). Is this the end? Or will Horace and Morris but mostly Dolores find a way to save the day -- and their friendship?

Younger readers are introduced to the Monroe family, their cat Chester, their dog Harold, and Bunnicula, the vegetable-sucking vampire-bunny, in this classic tale now adapted for the beginning reader. Full color.

It's Halloween night and spooky things are going on at the Monroe house. The wind is howling. The walls are creaking. Howie, the little dachshund, is scared silly. And Chester, of course, is sure the vampire bunny, Bunnicula, is up to something. Harold would just as soon sleep through the whole scary night, but then a witch sneaks into the Monroes' kitchen and starts stirring up a witch's brew. Will Bunnicula be its main ingredient? Before you say BOO it's Harold, Chester, and Howie to the rescue.

Dear Reader,
The guy who usually writes these letters asked me to do it instead. Maybe he was having a bad writing day. Maybe he wanted me to play the sap for him. Or maybe he ran into Trouble with a capital T.
Well, Trouble's in my business. I'm a dog. I'm a detective. The name's Bud Barkin. And this book is about the case I had involving a dame named Delilah Gorbish, whom I would call Trouble with a capital T except I've used that metaphor already, and the clown named Crusty Carmady whose calling card is a teakettle that he heaves through windows. Nice pair of birds. The mystery...

Dear possible reader of this book,
What's faster than a speeding bullet and more powerful than a pound of Gorgonzola cheese? It's Stinky Dog, the hero of my new book. By a stroke of fate (or is it destiny?) the lovable (not to mention cute) Howie Monroe is transformed into Stinky Dog, protector of the innocent. (Don't worry, he's still lovable.) (Not to mention cute.) The secret of Stinky Dog's power is Super Stench -- an odor so strong it can bend steel (Am I good or what?) Joined by a smart-mouthed sidekick, a sparrow named Little D, Stinky Dog tries to save Center City...

The Monroe house is going mad with excitement. Pete has just won a contest, and the prize is a school visit from none other than M. T. Graves, Pete's idol and the bestselling author of the FleshCrawlers series. He's even going to stay with the Monroes while he's visiting Harold and Howie are thrilled, but Chester the cat is suspicious. Why does Graves dress all in black? Why doesn't the beady-eyed crow perched on his shoulder say anything? Why has a threatening flock of crows invaded the backyard? And most worrisome of all: In each of the FleshCrawlers books, why does something bad always...