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Rockabye Baby
Mr. Macready was such a nice old man. He liked to watch the children walking home from school, especially the little girls. In fact, Mr. Macready knew all about the children of Granite Heights—their names, their houses, even the nights their parents were away. And when he put on his white nurse's uniform and smeared his lips with blood-red lipstick, any child would be happy to let him through the door. Oh, they always stared a bit at his clear plastic gloves. But that was nothing compared to how they stared when he got his hands around their fragile little necks and crooned … ROCKABYE BABY.
Abracadabra
BAG OF TRICKS Eleven-year-old Juice Smith's favorite place in the whole world was the old abandoned Wilner Theatre. There on its dark and dusty stage she could pretend to be "Juice the Magnifico" performing magic with her bag of tricks. Her grandfather, a long-time member of the local Sleights-of-Hand, had given her a special skeleton key, and to Juice's surprise it fit right in the lock of the ornate old trunk that had been left backstage … BLACK MAGIC The Sleights-of-Hand were furious when they discovered at their next meeting that Nat Smith had given his skeleton key–the skeleton key–to his granddaughter. Nat wondered what they could possible be afraid of after all these years. But one by one over the next few weeks, the venerable members of the Sleights-of-Hand would find their magical talents failing them at crucial–and gruesome–moments. And Nat would discover there was good reason to be afraid. Very afraid.
Night Touch
HELPING HANDS Rob, Andrea, and Adam had been best friends ever since they were children. Rob and Andrea didn't care that Adam was blind and ugly and the other kids made fun of him. They always stood by him. But that summer—the summer they turned fifteen—their friendship would be put to the test in ways beyond their darkest nightmares … KILLING HANDS The mysterious stranger had called the marking on Adam's left hand the Cross of Dark Fortune, and because of it he was able to give Adam the "night touch." Suddenly Adam could see without seeing—drawing pictures, typing, playing the guitar just like everyone else. But his gift demanded a horrifically high price—a price to be paid in evil, death, and blood!
The Shadow Man
BEWARE THE SHADOW MAN Joey felt a chill as he stared at the luminous green dots on the screen of his *Computer*Assisted*Playmate. What did CAP know about The Shadow Man? Joey's dad said there was nothing to be scared of because The Shadow Man wasn't real. But CAP, Joey's best friend in the world, would never lie to him. Or let anything bad happen to him. But even CAP can't help Joey when The Shadow Man comes to visit him. The Shadow Man can hide anywhere. Under the bed. In the closet. Behind the mirror. The Shadow Man can even make Joey do things a little boy should never do. Especially when it hides in the sophisticated circuitry of the one thing Joey trusts most …
In the Blood
United by fierce family loyalty and a murky confederate heritage, the Tracker clan is poised to tear down their ancestral Alabama home at last. No one suspects that the crumbling plantation house conceals far more than dusty heirlooms... For years, restless Jacob Tracker has longed to escape the sleepy southern town and the ne'er do well family legacy. Then comes the strange, violent death of his nephew, leaving Jacob haunted by the boy's eerily glowing red eyes and the urgency in his cryptic last words: it was in the walls... Now the Trackers must face something darker than the curse that has shadowed them for more than a century. Darker, even, than the forbidden, secret stirrings that torment Jacob. For evil has been unleashed in the demolition of the old mansion-evil fed by the one thing that irrevocably binds the Tracker family: their blood...
Blood Wings
Wade Martin is haunted by a horrifying and very real incarnation of his worst nightmare--a bloodthirsty batman who is winging over the Everglades at night, feeding on unsuspecting Floridians
Runaway
Reverend Robert W. Brother Bob Eversfield was proud of his home for runaways. He and his boys were one big, happy family--as long as they obeyed the rules. And for those who did not, Brother Bob was a genius at devising excruciating punishments. From the author of Abracadabra.
Demon's Eye
Young Kevin Holmes had been having trouble getting his parents to believe his stories after the electrical accident. His parents wouldn? t believe a thirteen year-old boy when he told them wild tales, although they sensed something eerie at Blackwinter's Inn. When the three families decided to pool their money and buy the old broken-down Blackwinter's Inn, they could not have known that their children would soon become terrified of everything, even their own shadows. The ancient evil whispers were everywhere and yet still unnoticed by their parents. If they would just listen to Kevin, they would realize the horror of the demon's eye.
Advisor for Life
"The Age Wave of retiring baby boomers is creating a seismic bonanza for financial advisors--if they can provide the kinds of creative and flexible strategies their clients will be wanting and needing. Steve Gresham provides the solid, imaginative, yet practical guidance needed to build winning strategies to meet the needs of a new generation of investors. I have long respected his work and heartily recommend this book." --Ken Dychtwald, PhD, founder and CEO, Age Wave, and author of Age Wave, Age Power,The Power Years, and Workforce Crisis "Steve Gresham showed us in The Managed Account Handbook that the basics to asuccessful advisor do not differ from one country to another. In this book, h...
The Living Dark
Ever feel like the shadows are growing longer? Ever feel like the darkness is creeping up on you? Is that lack of light really nothing or is it something? Something out to get you! Mance had none of these questions in his head. He knew the truth about the Dark: It was alive! He had witnessed the shapeless and the intangible take form. The Dark had eyes, crazy, vengeful, angry eyes. He had seen the dark show its hungry, bright, shiny fangs. He had seen it grow and tower over him. Mance had seen the truth but the darkness, this creature, still shielded secrets to be illuminated: it was a human creation with a past. The product of a long-deceased woman, invented to protect her children from their fears, the living dark must continually feed or else fiend for flesh.
