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You mustn’t do that to yourself, Shy. You mustn’t hurt yourself like that. He is wandering into the night listening to the voices in his head: his teachers, his parents, the people he has hurt, and the people who are trying to love him. Got your special meds, nutcase? He is escaping Last Chance, a home for “very disturbed young men,” and walking into the haunted space between his night terrors, his past, and the heavy question of his future. The night is huge and it hurts.

There’s a village an hour from London. It’s no different from many others today: one pub, one church, redbrick cottages, some public housing, and a few larger houses dotted about. Voices rise up, as they might anywhere, speaking of loving and needing and working and dying and walking the dogs. This village belongs to the people who live in it, to the land and to the land’s past. It also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, a mythical figure local schoolchildren used to draw as green and leafy, choked by tendrils growing out of his mouth, who awakens after a glorious nap.

Here he is, husband and father, scruffy romantic, a shambolic scholar - a man adrift in the wake of his wife's sudden, accidental death. And there are his two sons who like him struggle in their London apartment to face the unbearable sadness that has engulfed them. The father imagines a future of well-meaning visitors and emptiness, while the boys wander, savage and unsupervised. In this moment of violent despair they are visited by Crow - antagonist, trickster, goad, protector, therapist, and babysitter.

Not far from London, there is a village. This village belongs to the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to England's mysterious past and its confounding present. It belongs to Mad Pete, the grizzled artist. To ancient Peggy, gossiping at her gate. To families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved here. But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all.

In this bold and brilliant short work of experimental fiction by the author of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers and Lanny, Max Porter inhabits Francis Bacon in his final moments, translating into seven extraordinary written pictures the explosive final workings of the artist's mind. Writing as painting rather than about painting, Porter lets the images he conjures speak for themselves as they take their revenge on the subject who wielded them in life.

In a London flat, two young boys face the unbearable sadness of their mother's sudden death. Their father, a Ted Hughes scholar and scruffy romantic, imagines a future of well-meaning visitors and emptiness. In this moment of despair they are visited by Crow - antagonist, trickster, healer, babysitter. This sentimental bird is drawn to the grieving family and threatens to stay until they no longer need him. As weeks turn to months and the pain of loss gives way to memories, the little unit of three starts to heal.

An FBI agent was sent from his home office in Little Rock Arkansas to Lake Havasu Arizona to investigate a drowning in the lake. He had no idea why he was sent two thousand miles to check out a drowning. He was given no information about the who or the why. The first thing he discovers, is that the man had not drowned. The second thing he discovers, was that the city police had no intention of investigating what was most likely a murder. His investigation takes many turns. It exposes several serious crimes, anyone of which could be the motive for murder. Each crime seems to lead to a ...

This is the story of a rich father and his son. It is written in two parts. The first part details how the father became rich. The second part is about the life style of the son. Although the entire book is fictional, the first part is loosely based on real events. It was 1939 and the ruler of Germany had built a large army and was threating the world. He was raging at every other country near him. He was ruling his country with an iron hand, and dying to rule all of Europe. Our government was already making adjustments that would be necessary if he starts a war. I have an Internal ...

This is a story of a small-time detective who because he was curious, uncovered an unbelievable real estate fraud. Because he was curious; he uncovered a plot that murdered two wealthy men and took the billion- dollar estate of one of them. He solved the case, no one realized was a case. It was so disguised; that without his curiosity, the crime would have never been discovered.

This is the story of a detective who is a jack of all trades. He finds things, and he does odd jobs for various people. He buys things and he sells things for people. He works sometimes as a detective solving thefts and even murders. He has a life that is always on the move. He never knows what will come tomorrow. But he is seldom bored. His jobs cover everything from book seller to cowboy.

My name is Casey Dozer, and I have been working on a horse ranch in the three corners area. That is what they call the area where Missouri, Oklahoma, and Arkansas all meet. I have been working there for the best part of five years. I am on my way home, because I received a telegram from my mother that read, come home. She would never have sent that telegram unless there was a serious problem. Casey comes home to find her missing, and a stranger, claiming ownership of his home. The battle between the two of them has ramifications for Casey that will last for years.

Carson Miller is a cowboy trying to establish a cattle ranch while fighting off a neighbor rancher who wants his property. Carson is forced to defend himself with one hand tied behind his back, because the neighbor’s daughter is an old girlfriend of his. At the same time Carson discovers an Indian Mound hidden in the forest on his property. When he engages a Professor of Archology to excavate the mound, the two unfolding events give nonstop action. The story appeals to western readers as well as history buffs.

A drifting cowboy with nothing more than a horse and gun rides into a small Kansas town looking for a job. He takes a job with Wells Fargo and is faced with an unbelievable force. The ruler of the range is so powerful that the town marshal nor the county sheriff will even think about arresting one of his people. He must face the fact that his fast gun is not enough when he is facing twenty outlaws. He forms a plan to have his brother recruit a handful of young men from the hills of West Tennessee. He grew up there and his brother still lives there. The guys that his brother sends can’t ...

When the FBI discover a clue that leads them to believe an assassin they have been hunting for a decade may be a member of the racetrack community, they persuade an established trainer to take two of their agents as clients. As owners of a racehorse they are able to move freely among the horsemen in the search for their assassin. Even though the FBI makes every effort to limit his exposure to the danger involved in their man hunt the trainer finds himself in the position of being a possible target for the assassin. As the search unfolds, you will have a rare look at the life of a ...

This is the story of the making of a horse farm from scratch. The people involved in the development of a major horse farm are not necessarily the same people needed to run one. This ranch was before ranches were mechanized and other than a few railroads, horses were the means of transportation. It was a time when men still carried guns for protection. And from time to time had to use them. The main character grew up on a horse ranch. After trying several ways of life, decided that the life as a horseman was the best he had experienced.I have accidently got myself in a mess. I am leaving ...

This is a story of a kid on a small farm, that starts to buy and sell goats. He goes from nothing; to be one of the most successful farmers, and livestock raisers, in the area. He becomes wealthy by hiring good people and giving them the support, they need to get the job done. It is based loosely on a man that did this very thing. My mother died when I was five. We lived in a two-room cabin. My father was a hard worker, but there was no way for a working man to rise above his station in life. The wages he made, did not allow him to invest in things that would grow wealth. All rural areas ...

Francis Bacon is on his deathbed. Max Porter reimagines his final dying fever dreams in a magisterial appreciation of one of the greatest artists of all time. It is as filthy, clever, luminescent, dark and wild as Bacon himself.

There's a village an hour from London. It's no different from many others today: one pub, one church, red-brick cottages, some public housing, and a few larger houses dotted about. Voices rise up, as they might anywhere, speaking of loving and needing and working and dying and walking the dogs. This village belongs to the people who live in it, to the land, and to the land's past.

Things keep slipping up for Shy. All he wants is sex, spliffs and his own turntables, and for all the red noise in his mind to disappear. But again and again he spirals past his senses and ends up with his head in his hands and carnage around him. He's been kicked out of two schools, been cautioned, arrested, stabbed his stepdad in the finger and bottled a former Tumble Tots playmate, but it's the taunts and teasing of his new schoolmates that haunt Shy.

Brody is the story of a trainer who decided to take a page out of Dale Baird’s play book. Dale flooded cheap tracks with horses and managed to win thirty five million dollars and over nine thousand races. He became the winningest trainer in history. Brody decided if Dale could do it, why couldn’t he do it with the same success. This is the story of how Brody went about his effort to win thirty five million dollars, to match Dale’s accomplishment.