Brother Neame lay still where he'd fallen, conscious that any hint of movement might reveal his hiding place. He fought to stifle the desperate urge to suck in lungful of air, each breath roaring in his ears as if screaming, 'Over here.' With the passing of each agonizing moment, he could feel the dampness of the sodden grass, soaking through his robes until it met his trembling body, the icy chill flooding over his skin with such ferocity that his pounding heart could do little to fight it.

Иногда самые сильные бури порождает не Природа. А самые страшные кошмары существуют не только в нашем воображении.
Майк Митчелл, обыкновенный житель Нью-Йорка, пытается сохранить свою семью, но внезапно обнаруживает, что борется за то, чтобы они просто остались в живых. В мировых сетях случается ряд странных катастроф. Мир и кибермир рушатся, смешивая реальности, а чудовищная снежная буря обрушивается на Нью-Йорк, отделяя его от остального мира и превращая в могилу, где ничто не является тем, чем кажется.

Впервые на русском языке!

‘Two and a half billion light years,’ said Donna Noble, her eyebrows raised and a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, ‘and you’ve brought me to an art gallery?’ ‘Two and a half  million  light years,’  corrected the Doctor, pulling Donna back out of the path of something that resembled an upright anteater, studded with drawing pins, trundling down the street, ‘and it’s not  just  an art gallery.’ He sounded almost hurt.

‘Where now?’ the Doctor said. He was like a kid at a funfair, trying to decide which ride to go on next. He stood poised, waggling his fingers, his face glowing green in the light from the TARDIS console. Donna thought he looked like a string bean in a blue suit. A string bean with trainers and sticky-out hair.‘Dunno about you,’ she said, ‘but I could do with a breather.’ ‘A breather!’ he said, aghast.

Del McAllen shivered, though it had nothing to do with the cold. He twisted his head, the torch mounted on his  helmet swinging its beam across the walls of the tunnel that had been roughly hewn from the ice, the pool of light twisting and skittering across the frozen surface. There was something wrong here, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.  It was unsettling him.

When the TARDIS makes a disastrous landing in the swamps of the planet Sunday, the Doctor has no choice but to abandon Martha and try to find help. But the tranquility of Sunday’s swamps is deceptive, and even the TARDIS can’t protect Martha forever. The human pioneers of Sunday have their own dangers to face: homeless and alone, they’re starting to see that Sunday’s wildlife isn’t as harmless as it appears. Why are the otters behaving so strangely, and what is the creature in the swamps that is so interested in the humans, and the new arrivals?

It is almost Halloween in the sleepy New England town of Blackwood Falls. Leaves litter lawns and sidewalks, paper skeletons hang in the windows, and carved pumpkins leer from front porches. The Doctor and Martha soon discover that something long-dormant has awoken, and this will be no ordinary Halloween. What is the secret of the ancient tree and the book discovered tangled in its roots? What rises from the churchyard at night, sealing the lips of the only witness? Why are the harmless trappings of Halloween suddenly taking on a creepy new life of their own?

A vast starship, seemingly deserted, is spinning slowly in the void of deep space. Martha and the Doctor explore this drifting tomb and discover that they may not be alone after all. Who survived the disaster that overcame the rest of the crew? What continues to power the vessel? And why has a stretch of wooded countryside suddenly appeared in the middle of the craft?

On a lonely stretch of Welsh coastline a fisherman is killed by a hideous creature from beneath the waves. When the Doctor and Rose arrive, they discover a village where the children are plagued by nightmares, and the nights are ruled by monsters. The villagers suspect that ailing industrialist Nathanial Morton is to blame, but the Doctor has suspicions of his own.

Сан-Франциско. Талантливый хирург не может смириться со смертью любимой женщины. Это случилось тридцать лет назад, но его все еще мучает горечь утраты.
Когда теряешь все, что тебе дорого, и жизнь кажется бессмысленной.
Когда все пути сходятся в одной точке.
Когда исход предопределен.
Одно слово может все изменить.
Ты думаешь, все, что тебе нужно, — это вернуться назад.
Но кто ждет тебя там?

Сенсация в мировой литературе!
Современный французский писатель Гийом Мюссо 6 лет подряд занимает первые строчки рейтингов, вошел в десятку самых продаваемых авторов в Европе. По его книгам снято 4 художественных фильма. Произведения Мюссо переведены на 31 язык мира, общий тираж — 5 000 000 экземпляров.