Napoleon’s Pyramids by William Dietrich
“Had I been inclined to superstition, I might have made not that the date, April 13, 1798, was a Friday. But it was springtime in revolutionary Paris”.
When Ethan Gage wins a medallion in a card game he dismisses it as a mere curiosity, an artifact covered with incomprehensible markings barely worth the gold it is made of. Others do not agree and when Gage refuses to sell the medallion he is attacked and framed for murder. Forced to flee France, or stay and face Madame Guillotine, Gage attaches himself to an expedition to Egypt, a military and scientific venture sponsored by the government and lead by none other than the soon to be emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte.
Like many before, and since, Bonaparte has come to Egypt not only to conquer the land but to unlock its secrets and he is not alone. Dogged by a mysterious mystic, stalked by a ruthless Bedouin chieftain, and driven onwards by Bonaparte’s ambitions, Gage is thrust head first into a daunting quest to decipher the medallion and uncover its link to the pyramids before it is too late and he becomes one of the many bodies buried beneath Egypt’s sands.
A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller
It’s been eight years since that terrible day when the Galaxy was changed forever with the destruction of the Jedi Order and the fall of the Galactic Republic they had protected for over a thousand years. In its place, the Galactic Empire, a brutal regime presided over by Emperor Palpatine and his dreaded right-hand, the Sith lord Darth Vader.
But even as the Empire squeezes, more slips through its fingers. Some still remember what is was like in the old days, before the dark times, before the Empire. Some are willing to speak out, others still are willing to act. On a tiny mining planet far from the bright center of the Galaxy a few small sparks start a fire, a fire that may just be as bright as a new dawn.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke
“Mr Segundis wished to know, [...], why modern magicians were unable to work the magic they wrote about. In short, he wished to know, why was there no more magic done in England”.
Ah, but magic was done in England. It was done by two men, Mr. Norrell and Jonathan Strange. Reclusive and bookish Mr. Norrell was content to practice in obscurity until an amazing feat of magical prowess catapults him into celebrity overnight. Daring and innovative, Jonathan Strange soon outstrips his teacher Mr. Norrell gaining fame by performing wild and perilous magic against the armies of France in the service of the Duke of Wellington.
For magic is indeed returning to England, whether such a thing will be good or ill remains to be seen.
Coward on the Beach by James Delingpole
“”But how much of it is actually true?’ This was invariably the first question publishers asked when I showed them the transcriptions of my grandfather’s taped war memoirs and I can hardly blame them. The number of actions in which Dick Coward claims to have participated does indeed almost beggar belief; the fact that he lived through them to tell the tale is, as he was fond of saying, a minor miracle”.
Dick Coward is a man out to prove his worth: to his father who has declared that the ancestral home shall go to whichever of his sons has “the better war”; to the love of his life, the gorgeous Gina, who is sure to marry him once he returns covered in glory; and to the officers and men of the 47 (Royal Marine) Commando that he isn’t some glory-hounding toff who got in because his father pulled the right strings. From the beaches of Normandy to the capture of Port-en-Bessin, Coward charges straight into battle and straight into trouble.
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
Ten little Soldier Boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Soldier Boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Soldier Boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Soldier Boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Soldier Boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Soldier Boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Soldier Boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Soldier Boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Soldier Boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Soldier Boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
Ten strangers invited to a remote island. One by one they are murdered. The only clues a nursery rhyme and a secret each one of them would rather stay buried.
The Drunken Botanist: The Plants That Make Up the World’s Great Drinks by Amy Stewart
“Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards; there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.”
Have you ever considered what’s inside the bottle you’ve just ordered to celebrate your wedding anniversary, the can you’re enjoying watching the big game with your friends on Sunday, or the glass placed in front of you by your friendly neighborhood bartender? You know the names: beer, wine, whiskey, vodka, tequila; but have you ever really considered what they’re made of?
The answer may just surprise you.
From agave to Zanzibar cloves, learn the surprising stories of the plants that are used to make the world’s most famous, and infamous drinks.
The Janissary Tree by Jason Goodwin
It has been ten years since the Auspicious Incident that saw the end of the feared and famed Janissary Corp, the elite corps of soldiers that were the terror of the world (and the terror of their own people), and the Ottoman Empire is poised to join Europe in a new modern world. That is until a series of brutal murders threaten to undo all that Sultan Mahmud II has done. Surely these murders cannot be the work of the Janissary Corps, the corps power has been broken and its survivors scattered to the farthest corners of the Empire and beyond. There is only one man who could get to the bottom of this problem and do it quickly before the mighty city of Constantinople and the rest of the Empire are thrown into chaos. From the great Topkapi palace the voice of the sultan cries forth “Send for Yashim!”