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Sol, the center of our solar system, the very reason why we exist at all. These are the stories of our Sun, stories of nobility and righteousness. Sound interesting? The author thinks so too! Listen to Sol, and experience the compelling world of science fiction anthology.

Saturn. The Ringed Planet. Harbinger of ideas and wonder. The planet that gave birth to the modern era of science envisioning the myriad of multi-colored rings circling the planet, one of the reasons for the invention of the telescope, and the second largest in our solar system. These are the stories of Saturn, the great Titan. Tales of time, age, and endings.

Die Schatten der Vergangenheit sind lang. Besonders, wenn die Mafia ihre Finger im Spiel hat und noch eine Rechnung offen ist. James Sallis hat die Fortsetzung seines preisgekrönten und erfolgreich verfilmten Romans "Driver" geschrieben - und wieder einen außergewöhnlichen Noir geschaffen. In Hollywoodfilmen schnellt ein Typ, der fast ertrunken wäre, für gewöhnlich aus dem Wasser hoch ins Sonnenlicht und schnappt dabei gierig nach Luft.

New Orleans: Lew Griffin hat seine Vergangenheit als Privatdetektiv hinter sich gelassen. Er ist jetzt Schriftsteller und verbringt seine Tage in einem alten Haus im respektablen Garden District - immer darum bemüht, den heiklen Verführungen der Straße zu entfliehen. Doch als seine ehemalige Freundin LaVerne stirbt und ihre Tochter Alouette verschwindet, sieht er sich gezwungen, der Sache auf den Grund zu gehen. Lew Griffin taucht hinab in die schwülen Nächte der pulsierenden Stadt.

Sarah Jane Pullman is a good cop with a complicated past. From her small-town chicken-farming roots through her runaway adolescence, court-ordered Army stint, and ill-advised marriage, Sarah Jane unfolds her life story, a parable about memory, atonement, and finding shape in chaos. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she is named the de facto sheriff of a rural town, investigating the mysterious disappearance of the sheriff whose shoes she’s filling - and the even more mysterious realities of the life he was hiding from his own colleagues and closest friends.

Lew Griffin ermittelt in einem Vermisstenfall. Wie so oft mit wenig Aussicht auf Erfolg. Die Spuren führen ihn ins Schattenreich des French Quarter in New Orleans mit seinen Bars, Touristenattraktionen und dem Rotlichtmilieu. Doch seine Nachforschungen nehmen bald ein gewalttätiges Ende, und er muss einsehen, dass sein eigenes Dasein immer mehr dem der verlorenen Seelen gleicht, auf deren Spur er ist. Lew Griffin ist selbst ein Verlorener.

Driver ist kein Verbrecher. Jedenfalls nicht im engeren Sinne. Er ist nur der beste Stuntfahrer, den man in Hollywood kriegen kann. Und manchmal fährt er bei Raubüberfällen den Fluchtwagen, obwohl ihn das gar nicht so richtig interessiert. Genauso wenig wie die Hollywoodfilme. Eigentlich will er nur fahren. Aber dann läuft einer dieser Überfälle schief, und Driver findet sich in einem schäbigen Motel in Arizona wieder, mit mehreren Leichen im Zimmer und einer Tasche voller Geldscheine.

Lew Griffin has quit the detective business and withdrawn to the safety of his old home in New Orleans' Garden District, where he copes with his past by transforming it into fiction. But following the death of a close friend, he returns to the streets - not only the urban ones he has conquered, but also those of the rural South that he escaped long ago - to search for the runaway daughter he didn't know his friend had.

A sniper appears in 1960s New Orleans, a sun-baked city of Black Panthers and other separatists. Five people have been fatally shot. When the sixth victim is killed, Lew Griffin is standing beside her. He's black and she's white, and though they are virtual strangers, it is left to Griffin to avenge her death, or at least to try and make some sense of it. His unlikely allies include a crusading black journalist, a longtime supplier of mercenary arms and troops, and bail bondsman Frankie DeNoux.

Lew Griffin is a survivor, a black man in New Orleans, a detective, a teacher, a writer. Having spent years finding others, he has lost his son - and himself - in the process. Now, a derelict has appeared in a New Orleans hospital claiming to be Lewis Griffin and displaying a copy of one of Lew's novels. It is the beginning of a quest that will take Griffin into his own past while he tries to deal in the present with a search for three missing young men.

In his old house in uptown New Orleans, Griffin is alone. His relationship with Deborah is falling apart; his son, David, had disappeared again. And Lew is directionless: he hasn't written anything in years, he no longer teaches. Now he stands in a dark room, staring out the window. Behind him, on the bed, is a body. He thinks if he doesn't speak, doesn't think about what happened, somehow things will be all right.

As Lew Griffin leaves a New Orleans music club with an older white woman he's just met, someone fires a shot and Lew goes down. When he comes fully to, Griffin discovers that most of a year has gone by since that night. What happened? Who was the woman? Which of them was the target? Who was the sniper? There are too many pieces missing, too few facts, and a powerful need to know why a year has been stolen from his life.

In steamy New Orleans, black private detective Lew Griffin has taken on a seemingly hopeless missing-person case. The trail takes him through the underbelly of the French Quarter with its bar girls, pimps, and tourist attractions. As his search leads to one violent dead end and then another, Griffin is confronted by the realization that his own life has come to resemble those of the people he is attempting to find.

At age eight, Jenny Rowan was abducted and kept for two years in a box beneath her captor's bed. Eventually she escaped and, after living for eighteen months on cast-offs at the local mall, was put into the child-care system. Suing for emancipation, at age sixteen she became a legal adult. Nowadays she works as a production editor for the local public TV station, and is one of the world's good people. One evening she returns home to find a detective waiting for her. Though her records are sealed, he somehow knows her story.

James Sallis, author of the Lew Griffin detective stories, has been praised as one of Southern literature's most original voices. In Cypress Grove, a murder with eerie connections to the past brings a man back to his calling. Turner was a homicide cop long ago, until he got mixed up in the wrong case and ended up behind bars himself. Now retired to a cabin in a small Southern town, Turner's been recruited by the local Sheriff to help solve a bizarre and gruesome case.

Ain’t Long Fore Day are poems that carry on in the spirit of the blues. With music and enigma, James Sallis delivers lyrical and narrative poems steeped in the beauty of the every day.