Anyone who reads “Balls to the Wall” will gain a true, bloody taste for a slice...

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In a neat reversal of the Reynard myth, the students at a school that molds young...

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Clive Barker has lent his eyes and hands to virtually every medium, from page to the...

Borne on the crest of the wind, I hear already the lamentation of women. Women whose...

The pieces in this collection are tight knots or loose koans—sweet little puzzles. Told with the...

Sherlock Holmes as a strict Victorian period piece is over and done with, but the character...