Résultats pour "Andrew Ward" dans Romans policiers et thrillers

It is the summer after the Big War and, while most veterans are racing back to setup housekeeping, Jerry Keenan finds himself unattached, unable to settle down, and suffering nightmares from his wartime experiences. Enter Andrea King, an irresistible 18-year-old war widow. But then, she disappears....

When a professional skateboarder disappears under mysterious circumstances, a podcaster seems to be the only person interested in finding him. She has her own motivations, of course, and so begins an exploration into the little-known and unpredictable world of international skateboarding. Walker Ryan’s second novel is a tale of complicated friendships, hesitant romance and unexpected adventure.

Some secrets should have stayed buried. Lucy Mitchell was abandoned by her mother and left to fend for herself in foster care. This is where she met Amber and Josh, but living in a strict foster home brought fears of its own. Fears that brought Amber and Lucy closer together. Amber and Lucy formed a pact. They said they would be friends for life and often found solace in the local woods to escape from their foster carer, Linda. This was a place they used to hide together, but when one day only one girl returns from the woods, a note is found saying that Amber has run away.

On a deserted road in the New Forest, a couple come across a man lying, apparently injured, in the road. They carry him to their car - but on the way to hospital, the driver hears knife blades clashing behind his head and things are not as they might have seemed... Pull on your headphones and Horror-fi yourself. 'Revolutionise' is an often overused word however this is what Horror-Fi achieve with there new recording technology/process for recording audio drama.

'Here! Look here, for this haggard man who shuffles along this deserted road, his soul as bare and barren as the moors around him, his tears cutting through his heart like the road slices this open plain. His name is Covell. Covell the Wandering one. Let us fly toward him on the wings of a crow, and circle above him, looking down at his ragged coat, his tattered hat, his worn old boots and bundle, then let us swoop down in to his brain and listen to the wretch’s thoughts!'