Cole was a Nesrady Clone, created by Dr. Escuniti to be almost identical to John and Aaron. Almost. "You didn't have to kill him, Cole." Roscoe was kneeling beside the dead Flic trying to find a pulse. "He saw us checking out the place." "So? I could have talked our way out of that." "I handled it." He had seen the Flic heading toward them, and the urge to fight him had taken over. Roscoe wiped the blood off his hands using the Flic's uniform. "Yeah, you handled it, Man. Now, we have to go tonight or give up on the job and run for it." "They'll miss him?" "Yeah, they'll miss him. Can't you...

Bret Gawain was a very lucky boy. At least, he and his brones thought so after Annabelle gave them a home. Mrs. Grossmeyer was mean, and Mattie might be fun, but he wasn't parent material. Of course, after Annabelle died, they were lucky once again when Stephen took them in. The outside world might be a scary place, but none of the discontent and rage felt by the Non-corporate Citizens, the Noncos, intruded into Stephen's estate. The People's Army might have captured St. Louis, but still none of the fear felt by the Corporate Citizens, the Cozies, found a chink in the armor of Stephen's Cozie...

Scarcely had the Abbey Bell tolled for five minutes, and already was the Church of the Capuchins thronged with Auditors. Do not encourage the idea that the Crowd was assembled either from motives of piety or thirst of information. But very few were influenced by those reasons; and in a city where superstition reigns with such despotic sway as in Madrid, to seek for true devotion would be a fruitless attempt. The Audience now assembled in the Capuchin Church was collected by various causes, but all of them were foreign to the ostensible motive. The Women came to show themselves, the Men to see...

John Holt had never been a lucky man, and he had the bullet hole scars to prove it. He hated the Precog sparklies, and he hated the dream, and he hated being different, but the dream was the worst. The dream showed him the deaths of everyone he loved if he didn't act. Or sometimes, even if he did. He didn't want to make a fuss, but he didn't know what to do. He was only weird John, the soulless clone, that Dr. Escuniti had made in his lab; the crazy clone with the silly kaleidoscopic dream. That was the worst part. How could he plan if he couldn't see what to do? The Nonco People's Army and...

Why was he in Janes Island State Park? Neal had asked him to come but wouldn't say why. He could always tell when something was wrong, and Mr. Neal Hartmann was in trouble. And the most likely source of that trouble was Eric Girard, Neal's partner, and all round, smarmy asshole. But what particular malfeasance had Eric been perpetrating? And could it have been enough to make someone think that planting a bomb on his yacht and incinerating him was just a dandy idea? Or were the explosion and fire an accident? Sergeant King of the Natural Resources Police wouldn't say. King wouldn't tell him...

So he had come to Crisfield to meet the guy on the phone. The anonymous guy who had told him that his mother, Leanne Bergeron, had been murdered twenty years earlier. Which had to be bullshit. His foster mother would have told him. But he had never asked Claire or Aunt Flo any questions. He hadn't wanted to remember her death. He still didn't. But he'd been in the house when she died, and the police would have talked to him, even if he was only ten? He'd waited long enough for this guy. It was late, and the only sound was the buzz of the street lights. He had a hand in his pocket to get his...

So Gabe Bergeron is a human ferret. No, he's not the product of a horrific, genetics experiment; he doesn't have any more ferret genes than anybody else. Probably. He's a sweet guy with an extra dollop of nosiness. Or two. So when Yuri Corzo, erstwhile Cuban spy, tells him that Leanne Bergeron was murdered, he's not about to let it go. Sure Yuri's a smiling sociopath, who values truth as much as he does human life, but even a non-ferret would be tempted to investigate the death of his own mother. Still, even with all his ferretness, it won't be easy. Gabe can only remember bits and pieces of...

Matthew Gregory Lewis's The Monk: A Romance is a story of frustrated and unrequited desire between mentor and pupil mixed with elements of the supernatural. It includes several subplots: rape, torture and incest. It is the old story of the forces of good versus the forces of evil, except that in this one evil comes out ahead.

Was he weird just because he knew what other people were feeling? So maybe it made them squirm because they couldn't lie to him, but that was their problem, right? And he had always been like this; his brother too, but Seth could hide it better. But Sara might be his one shot at a normal life so he was really trying to hide the empathic thing. She wasn't fooled, but she hadn't kicked him out. But then the nightmares started, and his grifter grandmother popped up and warned Sara not to have kids with him. Ever. Three strikes, and Rune Hadsar was probably out. And Sara didn't even know about...