Annemarie van Ewyck Books

Op Verd-ochtend sprong de satyr Latuun op het muurtje voor het lyceum, kromde zijn gespierde bruine armen, stampte met zijn geitehoeven, en blies een wervelende uithaal op zijn dubbele fluit, ten teken dat Parilia was begonnen. Dan sprong hij de weg op en trok, melodieën pijpend van ijl getierelier en hese ondertonen, aan het hoofd van een bonte stoet de Wanseyweg op, zijn harige benen opgooiend, kuitenflikkers slaand, springend en stampend en pralend. Gekostumeerde feestvierders volgden hem op de voet en daarachter kwamen praalwagens, en mechanische monsters op wielen en fraaie dames en statige heren in weelderige koetsen. Muzikanten begeleidden de stoet, lopend of rijdend op platte wagens; een falanx van Kloeke Leeuwen in kostuums van taangeel bont liep op de achterpoten, stormde klauwend het publiek in en besprong er de knapste meisjes. Rijen opgetogen kinderen, kleine pierrotjes en pulcinella's, draafden heen en weer en strooiden handenvol bloemblaadjes in het rond, en doken soms onder de dansende benen van Latuun door. En wie mocht deze satyr wel zijn, onder het belust vertrokken masker? Latuuns identiteit werd geacht een goed bewaard geheim te zijn maar kennelijk konden Latuun en de man die hem speelde het goed vinden met eikaars persoonlijkheid...

An appalling mid-air collision between a DC10 & a 747 started it all. Hundreds of smashed & shattered bodies were scattered among the debris. Bill Smith & his team began the gruesome job of investigation. At first it was just little things that didn't add up--like all the watches in the crash having stopped one hour before it happened. And the odd sensation of being followed & watched by people who were not there. But then Bill started to discover things that really had no right being where they were & found himself right in the middle of the most extraordinary conspiracy, a conspiracy that seemed to have its origins somewhere in the far distant future.

Things are going well for young film-maker Evan Casher - until he receives an urgent phonecall from his mother, summoning him home. He arrives to find her brutally murdered body on the kitchen floor and a hitman lying in wait for him. It is then he realises his whole life has been a lie. His parents are not who he thought they were, his girlfriend is not who he thought she was, his entire existence an ingeniously constructed sham. And now that he knows it, he is in terrible danger. So he is catapulted into a violent world of mercenaries, spies and terrorists. Pursued by a ruthless band of killers who will stop at nothing to keep old secrets buried, Evan's only hope for survival is to discover the truth behind his past. An absolute page-turner, Panic has been acclaimed as one of the most exciting thrillers of recent years.

When magic ruled and kings were strong... South of Eire and west of Gaul was the land of the Elder Isles, a mystical place of fairy shees, valiant knights, and the powerful magic of sorcerers living and forgotten. Now, as Aillas of Troicinet and Casimir of Lyonesse parry and feint in a duel of wits, the mysterious aura of the Green Pearl enters their souls. Its menas are subtle, but its effects are great, and as the Kings of Elder ready their swords, even the worlds of the immortals tremble...