Books with title The Black Riders

Now in paperback, the second installment of a haunting trilogy from New York Times bestselling master of suspense D. J. MacHale.At the end of The Light, Book One of the Morpheus Road trilogy, Marshall uncovered the truth about what happened to his best friend Cooper. Now in Book Two, we get Cooper’s perspective. What does his story have to do with Marshall and the journey along the Morpheus Road? It’s time to learn more….From a master of suspense, this fantastical tale contains shocking twists and will take readers down a dark path of discovery that will leave them clamoring for the trilogy’s conclusion!

Fashionable Londoner James Morlake is a gentleman with many secrets and several particularly valuable skills--like terrorizing bankers across the city. His Moorish servant Mahmet has some secrets to hide as well, particularly when his employer gives him the odd task to perform in the dead of night in dark London. Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace (April 1, 1875-February 10, 1932) was a prolific British crime writer, journalist and playwright, who wrote 175 novels, 24 plays, and countless articles in newspapers and journals. Over 160 films have been made of his novels, more than any other author. In the 1920s, one of Wallace's publishers claimed that a quarter of all books read in England were written by him. He is most famous today as the co-creator of "King Kong", writing the early screenplay and story for the movie, as well as a short story "King Kong" (1933) credited to him and Draycott Dell. He was known for the J. G. Reeder detective stories, The Four Just Men, the Ringer, and for creating the Green Archer character during his lifetime.

At the end of The Light, Book One of the Morpheus Road trilogy, Marshall learned the truth about what happened to his best friend Cooper. Now in Book Two, the POV switches to Cooper and we get to see his side of the mystery. What does his story have to do with Marshall and the journey along the Morpheus Road? Shocking twists are revealed with this latest fantastical story from a master of suspense!

Book 10 of the award-winning Young Adult adventure series!Death has come again, and this time he's claimed a loved one of hero Alice Goodenough. While she reels in the aftermath of a heartbreaking loss, those around her are forced to cope with the terrible consequences of a world without a hero. Alice has learned a terrible lesson: the hero is not safe. Her loved ones are not safe. So long as the Corrupted walk the earth, death will stalk her like a shadow.In her dreams, she's plagued by a golden boy and a statue with a terrible thirst for darkness. The boy believes he is the key to saving the human race and calls to Alice while she sleeps. But can Alice pull herself from the abyss and sally forth, or will she end up in the heroes' graveyard?

It destroyed the world. It killed billions of people . . . and it was only the beginning.They called it the “Black.” It was a deadly plague that destroyed the world, spreading like wildfire, killing billions of people and turning many of them into deformed creatures called Flesh Rotters, bent on slaughtering anything that lived. And sixty years later, the last of mankind was still searching for a way to stop them . . .Thousands of feet underground, in a fifteen-level silo called the Nest, sixteen-year-old Karma Harper has never seen the sun, the moon, nor the stars. The silo is the only home she has ever known and the safest place from the vicious monsters that roam the Dead World. But not everything is as it seems. After a young man is discovered in an underground laboratory from the outside world and brought back to the Nest, things begin to take a turn for the worse as people go missing and rooms are left in disarray. Soon after, they are attacked and the safest place on earth is no longer safe, leaving Karma questioning—what exactly did they bring back?

The Black JAMES LEXINGTON MORLAKE, gentleman of leisure, Lord of the Manor of Wold and divers other titles which he rarely employed, unlocked the drawer of his elaborate Empire writing-table and gazed abstractedly into its depths. It was lined with steel and there were four distinct bolts. Slowly he put in his hand and took out first a folded square of black silk, then a businesslike automatic pistol, then a roll of fine leather. He unfastened a string that was tied about the middle and unrolled the leather on the writing-table. It was a hold-all of finely-grained sealskin, and in its innumerable pockets and loops was a bewildering variety of tools, grips, ratchets each small, each of the finest tempered steel. He examined the diamond-studded edge of a bore, no larger than a cheese tester, then replacing the tool, he rolled up the hold-all and sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed meditatively upon the articles he had exposed. James Morlake sflat in Bond Street was, perhaps, the most luxurious apartment in that very exclusive thoroughfare. The room in which he sat, with its high ceiling fantastically carved into scrolls and arabesques by the most cunning of Moorish workmen, was wide and long and singular. The walls were of marble, the floor an amazing mosaic covered with the silky rugs of I spahan. Four hanging lamps, delicate fabrics of silver and silk, shed a subdued light. With the exception of the desk, incongruously gaudy in the severe and beautiful setting, there was little furniture. A low divan under the curtained window, a small stool, lacquered a vivid green, and another chair was all. The man who sat at the writing-table might have been forty he was four years less or fifty.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Fo