L Lyons

Moving back through the 1940s, through air raids, blacked-out streets, illicit partying, and sexual adventure, to end with its beginning in 1941, The Night Watch tells the story of four Londoners - three women and a young man with a past - whose lives, and those of their friends and lovers, connect in tragedy, stunning surprise, and exquisite turns, only to change irreversibly in the shadow of a grand historical event.

The award-winning author of The Miseducation of Cameron Post makes her adult debut with this highly imaginative and original horror-comedy centered around a cursed New England boarding school for girls - a wickedly whimsical celebration of the art of storytelling, sapphic love, and the rebellious female spirit.

J.V. Sadler’s first collection of short stories tip-toes the waking and unconscious world. Take a peek into the upside-down world of Licking. Transcending reality, these stories integrate a diabolical twist to the mundane. In the title story, a couple's hopes for a baby turn sour; “The Baboon” is a story of self-deprecation gone wrong; in “Unafraid” a woman will do anything to overcome her fears; eavesdrop on a dysfunctional family in “Family: Dinner”; a crowd struggles to save a dying woman in “Almost”.

Benny Catspaw’s perpetually sunny disposition is tested when he loses his job, his reputation, his fiancée, and his favorite chair. He’s not paranoid. Someone is out to get him. He just doesn’t know who or why. Then Benny receives an inheritance from an uncle he’s never heard of: a giant crate and a video message. All will be well in time.

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.