Caimh McDonnell

Love can be a truly terrible thing. Marriages are tricky at the best of times especially when one of you is dead.

Vincent Banecroft the irascible editor of The Stranger Times has never believed his wife died despite emphatic evidence to the contrary. Now against all odds it seems he may actually be proved right; but what lengths will he go to in an attempt to rescue her? With Banecroft distracted the shock resignation of assistant editor Hannah Willis couldn't have come at a worse time. It speaks volumes that her decision to reconcile with her philandering ex-husband is only marginally less surprising than Banecroft and his wife getting back together. In this time of crisis is her decision to swan off to a fancy new-age retreat run by a celebrity cult really the best thing for anyone? As if that wasn't enough one of the paper's ex-columnists has disappeared a particularly impressive trick seeing as he never existed in the first place.

Floating statues hijacked ghosts homicidal cherubs irate starlings Reliant Robins and quite possibly several deeply sinister conspiracies; all-in-all a typical week for the staff of The Stranger Times.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

For most people, that means a time of celebration, relaxation and inebriation, but not for the staff of The Stranger Times. While a book club meeting ending in a triple murder isn't unprecedented, it is at least noteworthy. It quickly emerges that this is no ordinary book-club-triple-murder either, as it features a librarian possessed by a chaotic entity who has broken through from another dimension and is hellbent on vengeance. He's made a list, but he's not checking it twice as the whole of humanity is on it.

As if that wasn't enough to be dealing with, a shocking revelation about a member of The Stranger Times team's past brings family together, but not in a way that's ever going to make it into a Hallmark movie.

Book 3 in the Stranger Times series.