The library kept all of its books under lock and key, behind three-inch thick glass etched with runes from every major arcane school of thought, watched twenty-four hours a day. They weren't especially dangerous books, they weren't even magical in and of themselves, and they certainly weren't rare. However, they were dangerous. Since words had started to come to life, all books were dangerous.


Bodies had been dropping for the six weeks of summer when Melody's phone finally rang. Six long weeks of heat, of death, and of strange stories. Murder was one thing. New York could cope with murder. But these were just murders. There was something different about them - something weird.


Ben stalked along the tow path, following the canal. It had been three weeks, since she went missing. Three weeks of searching. Three weeks of hoping. Three weeks of being told to give up, to move on. Maybe it was hopeless, but Ben didn't care. Ben never gave up. That was what made Ben, Ben.

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Tags: detectives dogs

Richard was a ski instructor. In fact, he was the world's last ski instructor... and that made him just about the most important person in the world.

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Tags: apocalypse dystopia