A satirical take on the classic zombie genre. Paul Shobnall was the first of the dead to rise. He didn't know he was the first and probably wouldn't have cared if he had. If he was concerned with anything at all, it was why he couldn't really feel his legs, why his girlfriend didn't seem to want sex with him anymore and why everybody was gripped by mass-hysteria and generally running around screaming. It was a really odd Monday morning. With no particular craving for human flesh, or toast, Paul struggles to make sense of a post apocalyptic society, while a post apocalyptic society struggles...

This world has always been a place of wonder. People are born and die for many reasons even thoughmost of us never really find out, in this life, what those reasons are. But for each person born, there is an ancientplan that isin place. Hidden within the pages of this story is one man'spart in this eternal plan. His journey is one that will take him through battles of the mind and heart as well as the physical realm. Battles which lead to hissalvation and peace with the world around him and with himself."

Meet Horatio Arthur Mills; valet to Lord George Pelham, 'war hero' and thoroughly decent chap. Oh, he has his faults of course, such as murdering the odd person or two, well, more than two, but who's counting? Probably best not to keep count, all things considered and besides, it's just not done, and even if it is, it's definitely not cricket. Unless it was with a cricket bat... As the 1920s start to roar, Horatio and George are reluctantly obliged to visit the country seat of the rather unsavoury Prayman family. But after a mysterious fire kills Lord Prayman and a maid is brutally murdered,...