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  Livermead Hill Ghost

  Jeremy Tyrrell

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  We are all of us, without exception, innately capable of sin. This truth was thrust upon me by a cantankerous ghost when we investigated the haunting of the Saunders house on Livermead Hill. The house itself was a grim construction, steeped in sorrow borne from secrets, anger fueled by lies and the bitter taint of betrayal. 
  Within its walls lurked a tormenting spirit. He took an instant dislike to my presence and let me know, quite clearly, just how wicked we can be. 
  This is the ninth book in the Paranormology Series.

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  Cold Kiss

  Rachel Caine

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  The New York Times–bestselling author of The Undead continues the nail-biting story of a reluctant vampire fighting to save what's left of his humanity. 
   
   
    
  Once a surgeon, Michael Bowman is now working the night shift at a convenience store in Dallas, a job with perfect hours for a vampire. After being turned by his friend Adam four months ago, he has struggled with his hunger, sometimes killing to satisfy his endless needs. His already thin bond with his wife, a homicide detective, is starting to fray. And Adam—enslaved by his evil, bloodsucking master—has become nothing more than a vicious pet. 
   
   
    
  At his wit's end, Mike is approached by the Society, a group of "civilized" vampires, who promise him a life without killing—and help in saving Adam and himself from the monster bent on destroying his own bloodline. But it soon becomes clear to Mike that the Society is not what it seems. And what promises to be a refuge is in fact a cage that is closing in around him . . .

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  Take off the mask Tell me how...

  Rachel Lawson

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  In his office In the afterlife Mortimer, the grim reaper king, In his human form sat reading and signing papers. He was Listening to Coldplays' album "A Rush of Blood to the Head" listening to "The Scientist". His idea of chilling out at work. 
  When in strolled his son the Necromancer. 
  "How is the Lord of the Dead," asked the son. 
  "I am not the Lord of anything, Lance," grumbled Mortimer. 
  Mortimer AKA Blake and Lance, The Necromancer finally tell each other what they think of each other it's not good. 
  also in book: 
  Caught Dead 
  The Shaman 
  Hell is Empty and All the Devils Are Here

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  The Bite

  Z.W. Taylor

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  A must-listen paranormal suspense novel about a woman fighting for a new life—and the bite that shifts everything. 
   
   
   
  "A deeply satisfying tale . . . werewolf fans should check this out." -Publishers Weekly 
   
   
   
  To escape her violent ex, Charlotte flees her home in the middle of the night with nothing but the cash in her pocket and a paper map leading her north to Alaska. She sheds her old self along the way: dyeing her hair, scrubbing off her fake California tan, and pawning all her jewelry. None of it is worth anything if she can't stay alive. 
   
   
   
  Alone in the wilderness, Charlotte feels safe at last. Even if she's lost, even if she's only got a burner phone that lost its last bar miles ago, and even if she missed her turn and can't find the cabin she was promised by a friend. Tucked into a sleeping bag in the back seat of her ancient truck, she's finally living life on her own terms. 
   
   
   
  But that feeling is short-lived. In the middle of the woods, Charlotte's attacked, brutally, unforgivingly—and something bites her leg. And it's a bite that will change her life forever.

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  Vampirismus or Aurelia - An...

  E T A Hoffmann

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  Ernst Theodor Wilhelm Hoffman was born on the 24th January 1776, the youngest of three children, in Königsberg, then in Prussia but now part of the Kaliningrad Russian enclave. 
   
  His parents separated when he was two and for many years life was to be provincial and, despite his talents for the creative arts and the classics, much was passing him by. 
   
  At 20 Hoffman obtained employment as a clerk and to the art that now surrounded him.  Two years later he was in Berlin attempting a career as a composer with an operetta called ‘Die Maske’.  His gift for drawing caricatures and sharing them often got him into trouble that was easier to avoid. 
   
  The years of Napoleon ravaging Europe were bad for Hoffman; he moved often and took on works as varied as theatre management and music critic.  In this his talents were now more evident.  His works on Beethoven where highly regarded by the master himself. 
   
  His literary breakthrough came in 1809, with ‘Ritter Gluck’, about a man who believes he has met the composer 20 years after his death.  However the various jobs and the wars continued and plagued any career advancement despite his constant travel for opportunities, often through dangerous territories. 
   
  In the wake of Napoleon’s defeat in 1814, Hoffmann returned to Berlin where his opera ‘Undine’ was performed by the Berlin Theatre.  Life was now more settled and many of his most famous works were written at his time. 
   
  From 1819, Hoffmann was struggling with both legal disputes and ill health.  Alcohol abuse and syphilis were physically weakening him and from 1822 paralysis set in.  His last works were dictated to his wife or to a secretary as all around him society descended into an anti-liberal agenda, stifling dissent with threats of legal action and even treason.  The ailing Hoffman was among them. 
   
  E T A Hoffmann died on the 25th June 1822 in Berlin of syphilis.  He was 46.

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  Curses! Framed Again

  Rachel Lawson

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  Dr Death the coroner stood in the morgue autopsying a victim attributed to his son the Necromancer. Then out of thin air appeared a grim reaper. 
   "I see dead people," it said the doctor jumped startled by the sudden appearance of the reaper. 
   "Ha! Ha! Very funny, boy," said the doctor humourlessly, "This is a friend of yours I hear say hello to him." 
   "I've never met him in life," The reaper the Necromancer said. 
   "Are you serious?" asked Dr Death grimly. 
   "Yes who is he?" replied the Necromancer, "It's starting to look like anyone can kill someone and frame me for it."  
   "That means there is another killer out there it is serious," the coroner grumbled. 
   "The people in blue won't believe you when you tell them it is another killer," said the Necromancer. 
   "Looks like we will have to catch them ourselves, boy," said Dr Death to his son.

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