Jofre Homedes Libri

Pendergast - the world's most enigmatic FBI Special Agent - returns to New York City to investigate a murderous cult. William Smithback, a New York Times reporter, and his wife Nora Kelly, a Museum of Natural History archaeologist, are brutally attacked in their apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Eyewitnesses claim, and the security camera confirms, that the assailant was their strange, sinister neighbour - a man who, by all accounts, died ten days earlier. While Captain Laura Hayward leads the official investigation, Pendergast and Lieutenant Vincent D'Agosta undertake their own private - and decidedly unorthodox - quest for the truth. Their serpentine journey takes them to an enclave of Manhattan they never imagined could exist: a secretive, reclusive cult of Obeah and vodou which no outsiders have ever survived...

When a man is found murdered on the doorstep of a respectable house in Bedford Square, Victorian England's finest and most controversial policeman, Thomas Pitt, is called immediately to the scene. The only clue to the victim's identity is a silver snuff box found on the body, curiously at odds with the man's dishevelled appearance. Pitt soon discovers that the box, and the house where the body was found, belong to General Balantyne, a man Pitt knows to be a pillar of the community. He is dismayed to learn that Balantyne can barely recall the evening, let alone account for his movements.

Tempo fa, a Derry, la città del terrore di It e Insomnia, quattro ragazzini coraggiosi compirono una buona azione. Che li trasformò per sempre. Da grandi,Henry, Jonesy, Beav e Pete hanno preso strade diverse, ma due cose hanno mantenuto un richiamo irresistibile: una è il legame con il bambino molto,molto particolare che aiutarono quel giorno lontano e l'altra è la fantastica battuta di caccia al cervo che ogni anno li riunisce nel Maine, là nella baita dove ondeggia quel curioso oggetto indiano chiamato acchiappasogni. Però stavolta li aspetta una brutta avventura: il cielo promette ben peggio di una forte nevicata e nel folto si aggira qualcuno, qualcosa, che amerebbe tanto abitare sulla Terra.