Dead Street

THE FINAL CRIME NOVEL FROM THE KING OF PULP FICTION! For 20 years, former NYPD cop Jack Stang has lived with the memory of his girlfriend’s death in an attempted abduction. But what if she didn’t actually die? What if she somehow secretly survived, but lost her sight, her memory, and everything else she had… except her enemies? Now Jack has a second chance to save the only woman he ever loved – or to lose her for good.

Homicide Detective Sarah Milton is having the most insane week of her life. An evil supernatural entity stalking the Skid Row homeless has possessed her boyfriend. She's about to find herself caught up in a bloody gang war, thanks to the machinations of an escaped convict with dissociative identity disorder and the vigilante killer on her trail. Deadly agents of a shadowy cabal are conspiring against her. A parade of ghosts are invading her privacy and driving her crazy. Adjusting to her new job, a boss who hates her, and the strange visions that have begun to hijack her senses are pushing her to the breaking point. All she wants is to settle down with a good book, a bottle of Aspirin, and some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, her worries have only just begun.

A vibrant narrative history of three hallowed Manhattan blocks—the epicenter of American cool. St. Marks Place in New York City has spawned countless artistic and political movements. Here Frank O’Hara caroused, Emma Goldman plotted, and the Velvet Underground wailed. But every generation of miscreant denizens believes that their era, and no other, marked the street’s apex. This idiosyncratic work of reportage tells the many layered history of the street—from its beginnings as Colonial Dutch Director-General Peter Stuyvesant’s pear orchard to today’s hipster playground—organized around those pivotal moments when critics declared “St. Marks is dead.” In a narrative enriched by hundreds of interviews and dozens of rare images, St. Marks native Ada Calhoun profiles iconic characters from W. H. Auden to Abbie Hoffman, from Keith Haring to the Beastie Boys, among many others. She argues that St. Marks has variously been an elite address, an immigrants’ haven, a mafia warzone, a hippie paradise, and a backdrop to the film Kids—but it has always been a place that outsiders call home. This idiosyncratic work offers a bold new perspective on gentrification, urban nostalgia, and the evolution of a community.

Joe Garagiola remembers playing baseball with stolen balls and bats while growing up on the Hill. Chuck Berry had run-ins with police before channeling his energy into rock and roll. But not all the boys growing up on the rough streets of St. Louis had loving families or managed to find success. This book reviews a century of history to tell the story of the “lost” boys who struggled to survive on the city’s streets as it evolved from a booming late-nineteenth-century industrial center to a troubled mid-twentieth-century metropolis. To the eyes of impressionable boys without parents to shield them, St. Louis presented an ever-changing spectacle of violence. Small, loosely organized bands from the tenement districts wandered the city looking for trouble, and they often found it. The geology of St. Louis also provided for unique accommodations—sometimes gangs of boys found shelter in the extensive system of interconnected caves underneath the city. Boys could hide in these secret lairs for weeks or even months at a stretch. Bonnie Stepenoff gives voice to the harrowing experiences of destitute and homeless boys and young men who struggled to grow up, with little or no adult supervision, on streets filled with excitement but also teeming with sharpsters ready to teach these youngsters things they would never learn in school. Well-intentioned efforts of private philanthropists and public officials sometimes went cruelly astray, and sometimes were ineffective, but sometimes had positive effects on young lives. Stepenoff traces the history of several efforts aimed at assisting the city’s homeless boys. She discusses the prison-like St. Louis House of Refuge, where more than 80 percent of the resident children were boys, and Father Dunne's News Boys' Home and Protectorate, which stressed education and training for more than a century after its founding. She charts the growth of Skid Row and details how historical events such as industrialization, economic depression, and wars affected this vulnerable urban population. Most of these boys grew up and lived decent, unheralded lives, but that doesn’t mean that their childhood experiences left them unscathed. Their lives offer a compelling glimpse into old St. Louis while reinforcing the idea that society has an obligation to create cities that will nurture and not endanger the young.

The residents of Crescent Falls, Ohio are ready to celebrate the Christmas holiday. The beautiful falls on the outskirts of town are resplendent with multi-colored lights and other displays that attract tourists annually from around the tri-state area and beyond. Main Street is adorned with decorations reminiscent of a Currier and Ives painting. For Adelaide McBride and her friends at the Crescent Falls United Methodist Church, the annual Christmas Bazaar is about to get underway. Good cheer is in the air, as the church members anticipate a healthy profit from the sale of the beautiful handmade items they�ve worked hard all year to create. But also in the air is a sinister undercurrent that will rock not only the church members but every resident of the sleepy little village. Murder and scandal will mar the celebration and propel amateur sleuth Adelaide McBride into an investigation that will hit very close to home.

'Fresh, original, authentic and gritty' Lee Child A gritty crime thriller set in Newcastle about a veteran suffering from PTSD who turns sleuth in the face of local villainy. A group of vigilantes are carrying out a campaign of harassment against the homeless, hounding them both verbally and physically to get them off the streets. Jimmy Mullen is approached by his friend Gadge, who wants to confront the people behind it but Jimmy has finally got his life back on track. He's working at a hostel for 18 to 25-year-olds and he's reluctant to get involved in anything dodgy. Gadge decides to go it alone but is attacked by two of the vigilantes. The police find him unconscious in an alley, covered in blood. Problem is, there's a dead body in the alley too and it's his blood that Gadge is covered in. He's also got the murder weapon in his hand. Convinced that Gadge has been set up, and feeling guilty that he didn't back him up in the first place, Jimmy returns to the streets to try and find out who's behind his friend's difficulties. Unfortunately, he's about to discover that Gadge has a lot of enemies to choose from. ******************************** Praise for Dead End Street 'A brilliant character' Harriet Tyce 'An unforgettable ride, filled with twists that will make your head spin' Sun 'Just try it, you won't be disappointed' 5* Reader Review 'Fast-paced and intense' Patricia Gibney 'Authentic . . . raw and riveting' Sunday Independent 'I highly recommend it' 5* Reader Review 'A fantastic story' Nikki Smith

Are you afraid to walk down Fear Street? maybe you should be. They say that weird things always happen on that dark and twisting road. They say it's a place to be frightened of--that those who go there never return the same. And some never return at all...

“The Blessed Dead Waiting For Us" is a sermon preached in St. James’ Church, Marietta, Georgia, on the Festival of All Saints, November 1, 1863, by Samuel Benedict, (1824-1891) Rector of the Parish, who discusses the Christian idea of death and resurrection. Benedict served as rector of St. James Church 1858-1868 and was a Chaplain of the Confederate Army 1861-1862. After Union troops his disloyalty to the Union cause resulted in his exile to Canada. He served 18 months as a curate of St. Andrews Church, Grimsey, Canada, returning to Georgia in 1868, where he served as Rector of St. John's Church in Savannah until 1876, when he moved to Cincinnati, Ohio, where he served as Rector of St. Paul's Episcopal Church. He was killed in an elevator accident in 1891 in Cincinnati, Ohio.