Miriam loves her work in Afghanistan but the Scottish midwife’s marriage to her Afghan husband Dr Iqbal is in trouble. He is no longer the easy-going man she married. When an old friend appears, Miriam finds herself travelling on a journey into her past, searching for answers.

A man who doesn’t exist discovers a weapon that doesn’t exist. The CIA had hoped it would be buried for centuries, but the retreat of the glaciers has revealed a Cold War secret that could bring down the communications and defence systems of every country on the planet. Connor Montrose must find a way to take control of the destructive power and stop the global race towards Armegeddon.

Tony wishes he could turn the clock back.
Jack knows that what’s done is done.
Parvez can’t believe that Sara is back and this time she seems to have all the answers.

Raman Mundair’s second collection of poems sees her expanding her territory to create a new poetic geography. Her voice dances with her love for the language and life of the Shetland Islands through the anguish of war to the movement of people and the crossing of boundaries.

From beginnings secreted in the folds of her mother’s sari, transplanted to England to struggle with the rough musicality of Mancunian vowels, Raman Mundair, a Punjabi Alice, found no true reflection of herself, no wonderland, but mirrors which dissolved, shrank and obscured her size. In these poems she creates her own universe and dissects its realities in all their complex, tragic and surreal forms.

‘Temples Fae Creels’ reflects my influences and path sometimes influenced by Cheyenne, Irish and German genes. Themes of equality, oppression and small miracles appear in this work and in other forms published elsewhere.

When Barry Fairbrother dies in his early forties, the town of Pagford is left in shock.

Pagford is, seemingly, an English idyll, with a cobbled market square and an ancient abbey, but what lies behind the pretty façade is a town at war. Rich at war with poor, teenagers at war with their parents, wives at war with their husbands, teachers at war with their pupils … Pagford is not what it first seems.

As he climbs into the sidecar of Hagrid’s motorbike and takes to the skies, leaving Privet Drive for the last time, Harry Potter knows that Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters are not far behind. The protective charm that has kept Harry safe until now is now broken, but he cannot keep hiding.