Frank

Stop me if you’ve heard this one. A thief, a candlemaker, an ex-mercenary, and a pig farmer walk into a trap…and what happens to them is no joke. When Riyria is hired to retrieve a jester’s treasure, Royce and Hadrian must match wits with a dwarf who proves to be anything but a fool. Difficult choices will need to be made, and in the end those who laugh last do so because they are the only ones to survive.

One of the genre's favorite pairs returns in a classic fantasy short for both Riyria veterans and first-time readers. Several years have passed since the war-weary mercenary Hadrian and cynical ex-assassin Royce joined forces to start their thieves-for-hire organization better known as Riyria. Things have gone well enough for the team as they do "jobs" for various nobles throughout Elan. Usually that means stealing something, but when a young heiress asks them to steal her…well, that's a first for the pair.

A gloriously mad desert island romp - complete with zombies, walrus pirates and a talking goldfish called Albie. Like Robinson Crusoe on acid, it follows the adventures of Isaac, a shipwrecked sailor whose boat is sunk by a excess of radio sound effects and is then washed up in a tropical paradise where warring tribes compete to pay homage to a giant sea beast called Gary. A fast-paced gag fest which is a splendid mix of music hall and surreal nonsense, which is fresh, intriguing and laugh-out-loud funny.

Carol, Sarah, Samira and Mac were best friends at university. They were the bright young things who had the world on a string and shining futures ahead. Now, as they find themselves tipping into their 30-something lives of work, relationships and responsibilities, they meet up for a big reunion night out, ready to recapture their shared past.

Meet Miranda. She is a cheerful and happy-go-lucky single girl who just happens to be a dominatrix with a dungeon in her flat, where she services clients with flogging, extreme correction and (if she’s lucky) gets the occasional slave to pay her for the honour of doing her vacuuming. And when she’s not delivering 30 lashes to the sensitive parts of religious zealots or doing step-aerobics in stilettos on the buttocks of retired army officers, she is just trying to get on with the neighbours....