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"As a heartless killing machine, I was a complete failure." In a corporate-dominated space-faring future, planetary missions must be approved and supplied by the Company. For their own safety, exploratory teams are accompanied by Company-supplied security androids. But in a society where contracts are awarded to the lowest bidder, safety isn’t a primary concern. On a distant planet, a team of scientists is conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied ‘droid—a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module and refers to itself (though never out loud) as “Murderbot.” Scornful of humans, Murderbot wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is, but when a neighboring mission goes dark, it's up to the scientists and Murderbot to get to the truth.

Всеки в моето семейство е убил някого. Някои от нас, отличниците, са убивали повече от веднъж. Не се опитвам да бъда драматичен, но това е истината. Някои от нас са добри, други са лоши, а някои просто са нещастни. Казвам се Ърнест Кънингам. Наричайте ме Ърн или Ърни. Иска ми се да бях убил онзи, който е решил семейната ни среща да бъде в ски курорт, но нещата са малко по-сложни. Убивал ли съм някого? Да. Убивал съм. Кого? Да започваме. ВСЕКИ В МОЕТО СЕМЕЙСТВО Е УБИЛ НЯКОГО Брат ми Доведената ми сестра Жена ми Баща ми Майка ми Снахата ми Чичо ми Доведеният ми баща Леля ми Аз

For fans of Richard Osman and Anthony Horowitz, a fiendishly fun locked room murder mystery from the author of the indie darling Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone—this time set on a train full of mystery writers, agents, editors, and fans. Ernest Cunningham returns in a deliciously witty locked room (train) mystery. When the Australian Mystery Writers’ Society invited me to their crime-writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Obviously, that didn’t pan out. The program is a who’s who of crime writing royalty: the debut writer (me!) the forensic science writer the blockbuster writer the legal thriller writer the literary writer the psychological suspense writer But when one of us is murdered, the remaining authors quickly turn into five detectives. Together, we should know how to solve a crime. Of course, we should also know how to commit one. How can you find a killer when all the suspects know how to get away with murder?

I have a gift. I see people as ghosts before they die. Of course, it helps that I'm the one killing them. The night after her father's funeral, Claire meets Lucas in a bar. Lucas doesn't know it, but it's not a chance meeting. One thoughtless mistyped email has put him in the crosshairs of an extremely put-out serial killer. But before they make eye contact, before Claire lets him buy her a drink, even before she takes him home and carves him up into little pieces, something about that night is very wrong. Because someone is watching Claire. Someone who is about to discover her murderous little hobby. The thing is, it's not sensible to tangle with a part-time serial killer, even one who is distracted by attending a weekly bereavement support group and trying to get her art career off the ground. Let the games begin... Dexter meets Killing Eve in this superb thriller, perfect for fans of How To Kill Your Family and My Sister the Serial Killer.

If only they knew the real truth. It should be my face on those front pages. My headlines. I did those things, not him. I just want to stand on that doorstep and scream it: IT WAS ME. ME. ME. ME. ME! Rhiannon Lewis has successfully fooled the world and framed her cheating fiancé Craig for the depraved and bloody killing spree she committed. She should be ecstatic that she’s free. Except for one small problem. She’s pregnant with her ex lover’s child. The ex-lover she only recently chopped up and buried in her in-laws garden. And as much as Rhiannon wants to continue making her way through her kill lists, a small voice inside is trying to make her stop. But can a killer’s urges ever really be curbed?

Ten suspects. Ten heists. A mystery only Ernest Cunningham can solve. I've spent the last few years solving murders. But a bank heist is a new one, even for me. I've never been a hostage before. The doors are chained shut. No one in or out. Which means that when someone in the bank is murdered, hostages become suspects. THE BANK ROBBER THE MANAGER THE SECURITY GUARD THE KID THE FILM PRODUCER THE PRIEST THE RECEPTIONIST THE PATIENT THE CARER ME Turns out, more than one person planned to rob the bank today. You can steal more from a bank than just money. Who is stealing what? Are they willing to kill for it? And can I solve the crime before the police kick down the door and rescue us?

Това е най-гледаното телевизионно състезание в галактиката! За миг всяка построена от хората конструкция на Земята — от Бъкингамския дворец до най-малката барака, всички камиони и коли — се срутва на купчина и потъва в земята. Сградите и всички хора в тях са атомизирани и преобразени в подземието: лабиринт на 18 нива, пълен с капани, чудовища и плячка. Подземие толкова огромно, че обикаля цялото земно кълбо. Само неколцина се осмеляват да влязат. Но щом веднъж си вътре, не можеш да излезеш. А още по-лошото е, че всяко ниво има ограничение във времето. Имаш само дни, за да намериш стълбище към следващото ниво надолу, иначе играта приключва. В тази игра не става дума за силата или сръчността ти. Става дума за гледанията и последователите ти. За това да си изградиш публика и да убиваш онези гоблини със стил. Тук не можеш просто да оцелееш. Трябва да оцелееш грандиозно. Трябва да се биеш с устрем, с вълнение. Трябва да ги накараш да се изправят на крака и да ликуват. А ако притежаваш онзи специален фактор, може и да си спечелиш последователи. Това е единственият начин наистина да оцелееш в тази игра — с помощта на кутиите с плячка, пускани ти от щедрите благодетели, които гледат от цялата галактика. Наричат го Светът на тъмницолазите. Но за Карл това съвсем не е игра.