Bøker av Timothy Roderick

Briar Blackwood can't fit in anywhere. She's living a not-so-fairytale life with a drunkard foster mother and her two detestable daughters. Meanwhile, the kids at school laugh her off as a crack-pot wanna-be ghoul. When an old iron key that she wears unexpectedly opens a secret doorway, she's drawn into a hidden and bloodthirsty world of curses, dark magic and twisted tales-within-tales. Now she must find her way back and save her friends along the way before she vanishes forever in those lost Realms. But a dark and unstoppable power growing within Briar just might help her go toe to toe with dragons, voracious elves, big-bad-wolves, and a wicked queen bent on her destruction.

Just keep telling yourself it isn't real... When Rachel's sister abandons her to the lonely halls of Saint Cyprian's Psychiatric Hospital, she never suspects what might come of this desperate act. It's for the child's own good, after all. But lurking in those isolated passages are the spirits of the damned who come bearing gifts to forsaken children: a book of prayer that summons unimaginable evil. Nearly two decades on, terror grips the sleepy island community of Catalina when its residents go missing one by one. But Rachel knows the secrets behind those who find themselves vanished. She knows the past can never be forgotten; it can only be appeased. If you enjoyed the heart pounding thrillers by Leslie Wolfe or the twists and turns found in works by Kiersten White, you'll love this chilling novel of secrets, lies, and diabolical revelations.

What you don't know can kill you.Something sinister has followed Ren Larson home through the dark winding roads of Los Angeles. Since he began investigating a series of murders, it has made its presence known. It murmurs in shadowed hallways. It watches from mirrors and whispers to his six-year-old child. It waits. His doctor says he's got a case of war nerves. His housekeeper warns of a malevolent spirit, maybe only folklore from her Caribbean childhood. But no one can stop the foul thing, she says, until it devours the soul for which it hungers--a soul that has ripened with a secret sin.