The apocalypse is nigh, the antichrist has been born. His name is Adam, he has a dog called Dog, three best friends, and it’s a glorious summer to be a boy in Lower Tadfield. Meanwhile, an Angel and a Demon have agreed that whilst they know the apocalypse should probably happen at some point, they don’t think it should be quite yet.
Eliza Kane, a golfing star looking down the barrel of early retirement, heads back to the Isle of Wight to prove her grandmother’s innocence. A simple task she thought, but her grandmother’s past is darker than Eliza could ever have guessed.
When you’re barely earning more than minimum wage in London, decent housing can be hard to come by. So when your options are between a mould infested mushroom farm and a nice little one bed that’s just within budget it’s a no brainer, isn’t it? There’s only one caveat, you have to share the flat, and the bed, with a complete stranger that you will never meet.
Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine. There is no way she could be anything else, with her perfect routine optimised for efficiency in accumulating the necessities, like milk, tinned spaghetti, and 2 litres of vodka, whilst avoiding time-consuming activities, like talking to humans. But her simple world is flipped on its head when a simple change to her routine ends with her saving the life of an elderly gentleman who had collapsed in the street. One act of kindness and two lives saved.
Alexia Tarabotti is labouring under a great many social tribulations. First, she has no soul. Second, she’s a spinster whose father is both Italian and dead. Third, she was rudely attacked by a vampire, breaking all standards of etiquette.
Peter Grant, a lowly bobby in London’s Metropolitan Police, is guarding a murder scene, as per proper protocol, when he meets a witness. Unfortunately, the witness is dead, on account of him being a ghost, but that doesn’t stop the doggedly determined Peter from taking a statement. This brings Peter to the attention of DI Thomas Nightingale, the Police Force’s only wizard.
Myfanwy (pronounced like Tiffany but with an M) finds herself stood in the pouring London rain, surrounded by bodies, and with no memory. In her pocket is a letter, a letter from her old self with two choices. Run? Or find out who did this to her?
Sophronia Temminick is the kind of wild, willful, tomboyish daughter that is simply not acceptable in polite society. Fortunately for Sophronia’s mother, there’s a highly esteemed finishing school willing to take her on, although Sophronia soon learns that the elite school doesn’t actually offer the same kind of ‘finishing’ that Mrs Temminick was hoping for.
In the upmarket retirement village of Coopers Chase, Joyce was quietly enjoying her shepherds pie when Elizabeth dropped by her table to ask about murder. And so began Joyce’s initiation into the Thursday Murder Club, an exclusive society operating out of the Jigsaw Room, and led by the indomitable Elizabeth, where four septuagenarians discuss murders for fun.