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Ay up, Mogs. Bringer of mad tidings. What is it this time?" "End of the world, " I said. "Can't get much madder than that." We hadn't planned a return to Leeds. Not yet, anyway. It was all a bit dicey, what with half the Folk in the city wanting us dead, and apparently having no reservations about making it happen. But our friend Gerry is missing, and we've got to find him. Never mind the fact that anyone who can take out a troll is operat...

A body. A theft. A good cause gone bad ... Miriam has never seen eye-to-eye with her sister. But when a body's dumped on the doorstep of a Women's Institute meeting and all signs point to Rainbow, Miriam knows her sister's being framed. Rainbow might be monumentally irritating, but she's no killer. Going to the police would be the smart move, but even without the damning evidence on hand Rainbow's got her own reasons for avoiding them. Bef...

I was expecting a throne made from the skulls of your enemies." "It can be arranged." I'm not saying the entire magical population of North Yorkshire want us dead. Just the majority. Which is why we fled Leeds to hide out in the dubious safety of the seaside town of Whitby, where no one should've been looking for us. But lying low isn't really in our skillset, and when one of our few remaining friends is taken by the sea, we can't just ...

Baton. Light. Chocolate. Duck. This is not DS Adams' usual kit. This is not DS Adams' usual case. She doesn't think it's anyone's usual case, not with the vanishing children and the looming bridge and the hungry river. Not with the snap-snap-snap. But six kids are missing, and she's not going to let there be a seventh. Not on her watch. And she knows how to handle human monsters, after all. How different can this really be? So: Baton. L...

A dragon is missing. A Beast stalks the Dales. And the hunters are coming ... DI Adams' missing person is a human, not a dragon. But the trails of both lead straight to the village of Eldmere, where glimpses of a mysterious Beast have drawn the attention of the nation's monster hunters. And where, of course, the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and the Cloverly dragons are in hot pursuit of Gilbert. They're not letting a valley full of...

G&C, London only have one rule. No werewolves. It's a good rule, too - until the sorcerer yanks me out of my skin for a private chat. Now you could say I'm open to negotiation ...

Old gods rise. A jewel thief falls. A late night wish is tragically granted. And somewhere, on the edge of the dark or in the belly of an unknown machine, stories are born. Stories of heroic chickens and lost demons, dangerous golf games and pies full of fury. Stories of magic and uncertainty. Stories of the unordinary. Come on in and discover them. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. This world is just like yours. Well, almost. But there's noth...

There's a fine line between 'eccentric' and 'a danger to oneself and others'.And that line may just lie with the body in the freezer. That's certainly what DI Adams is thinking when said body turns up in Rose's freezer. Rose might not look like an octogenarian black widow, but it's the inspector's job to follow the evidence, no matter how distasteful that might be. Alice and the ladies of the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, however, couldn't d...

We'll do it, " Callum said."Of course we will, " I said. "Why would we not stalk the scary magician who might be trying to raise his son from the dead? For free?" Like it or not, when a sorcerer asks you to track a magician, you track a magician. It's that or spend life as a hamster. So we did. But, turns out, the scary magician is the least of our worries. Between raging squirrel mobs, My Little Ravenous sewer monsters, and bungalow-dwelling ...

Rebellious Christmas wreaths. Mysterious welly-dwelling eggs. A plague of irate water fowl. And ten ladies of a certain age who are by no means the least troublesome of Toot Hansell's residents, as far as Detective Inspector Adams is concerned. She's entirely certain her training never covered dealing with the Women's Institute, dragons, or festive magic spills. Not to mention invisible dogs with caffeine dependencies. But Christmas is almost ...

Unicorns never were that bright, " I said. "That's why they're the only kind to stab their own entire species into extinction."Not quite the entire species, " Callum said. When a man from Callum's past turns up at our door claiming to have lost both the last herd of unicorns in England and his sister, I knew it should be a hard pass. The past has teeth. But old debts plus a damsel in distress means Callum just can't say no. G&C, London, Privat...

A tranquil village.A poisoned cupcake.A murdered vicar.A simple case - or it should be. But all clues point to the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, and Detective Inspector Adams is about to discover there's much more to the W.I. than bake sales and jam making.Alice Martin, RAF Wing Commander (Ret.), and current chair of the W.I., knows the ladies of the Women's Institute are not guilty. But she has a bigger problem. Toot Hansell has a dragonish...

Zombies don't exist. You told me they don't exist."There's a corpse clawing its way out of a grave over there. I'm open to the possibility that I may have been wrong." I see dead people.And I'm not the only one. They're even on Facebook.The dead are rising, and if we don't stop them before the infection spreads any further, we're going to be knee-deep in the zombie apocalypse before you can say mmm, brains.The only problem is, we don't know wh...

Bribery. Corruption. Murder.Who said local politics were boring?Suspicious deaths on the Skipton city council don't sound as though they should have anything at all to do with the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, and DI Adams would rather like to keep it that way. But when the councillor for Toot Hansell becomes the latest victim, Alice Martin, chair of the W.I. and RAF Wing Commander (ret.), steps straight in to take his place.Before DI Adams ...

Warring staff."Accidental" poisonings.Topiary of dubious intent.Throw in the full complement of the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and dragons doing yoga on the terrace, and DI Adams is starting to wonder if she might have made a small misjudgement signing up for this particular spa weekend in the country.And that's before the dead body in the sauna and the storm that cuts them off from the rest of the world.Now she's dealing with a houseful o...