Little Women

by Louisa May Alcott

"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

Postmortem

by Patricia Cornwell

IT WAS RAINING IN RICHMOND ON FRIDAY, JUNE 6.

Predator

by Patricia Cornwell

This is going to hurt

by Adam Kay

Scarpetta

by Patricia Cornwell

Little Lord Fauntleroy

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

CEDRIC HIMSELF KNEW NOTHING WHATEVER about it.

Little Bitty Lies

by Mary Kay Andrews

Mary Bliss McGowan and Katharine Weidman had reached a point in the evening from whence there was no return.

Trace

by Patricia Cornwell

YELLOW BULLDOZERS hack earth and stone in an old city block that has seen more death than most modern wars, and Kay Scar...

Body of Evidence

by Patricia Cornwell

RETURNING THE KEY WEST LETTERS TO THEIR MANILA folder, I got out a packet of surgical gloves, tucked it inside my black ...

Dust

by Patricia Cornwell

Port Mortuary

by Patricia Cornwell

The Scarpetta Factor

by Patricia Cornwell

The bone bed

by Patricia Cornwell

LAURA LIPS en HABLA COMO LOS INGLESES FRASES HECHAS EN EL TR...

by Paul Chidgey, Kay Little

Red mist

by Patricia Cornwell

A song for Arbonne

by Guy Gavriel Kay

There was very little wind, which was a blessing.

The Little Book of Circle Processes

by Kay Pranis

Our ancestors gathered around a fire in a circle.

Black Notice

by Patricia Cornwell

The late morning blazed with blue skies and the colors of fall, but none of it was for me.

Cruel & Unusual

by Patricia Cornwell

It is two weeks before Christmas.

100 Malicious Little Mysteries

by Isaac Asimov, Martin H. Greenberg