Before there was Batman there was Bruce Wayne….
An impulsive act on his eighteenth birthday sentences him to community service at the infamous Arkham Asylum, home to the city’s most dangerous and deadly criminals.
Amongst them is Madeleine Wallace – a brilliant killer and Bruce’s only hope to save Gotham from it’s new menace: the Nightwalkers.
But can Madeleine be trusted or is this all part of her plan to destroy the city forever?
When river meets his cousin, Huia he realises how little he knows about tikanga Maori. He can’t speak the language, he doesn’t know the protocol, and he hates it. And he resents her. Why couldn’t his father have stayed around and taught him these things.
But then something happens that changes everything. He needs Huia now, and everything she knows.
If they are to survive.
In an alternate reality a lot like our world, every person’s physical size is directly proportional to their wealth, or how much munmun they have. The poorest of the poor are the size of rats, and billionaires are the size of skyscrapers.
Warner and his sister, Prayer, are destitute-and tiny. Their size is not just demeaning, but dangerous: day and night, they face mortal dangers that bigger, richer people don’t ever have to think about, from being mauled by cats to their house getting stepped on. They know their only hope is to scale up, but how can two littlepoors survive in a world built against them?
Sally Jones is an extraordinary ape and a loyal friend. In overalls or in a maharaja’s turban, this unique gorilla moves among humans without speaking but understanding everything. She and the Chief are devoted comrades who operate a cargo boat. A job they are offered pays big bucks, but the deal ends badly, and the Chief is falsely convicted of murder. For Sally Jones this is the start of a quest for survival and to clear the Chief’s name.
Powerful forces are working against her, and they will do anything to protect their own secrets.
What happens after ever after…?
Together, they walked across the property; the girl, the boy, and the dancing skeleton wrapped in rainbows. Neither of those who still possessed tissue and tongue spoke. This was the closest thing Loriel would have to a funeral; it would have been inappropriate to make light of it. They walked until they came to the place where the landscaping dropped away, replaced by tangle and weed, and the hard stretch of stony earth that had never been farmed or claimed as anything other than wilderness. Eleanor West owned it all, of course: her family had owned the countryside for miles all around, and now that she was the last, every inch of it belonged to her. She had simply refused to sell or allow development on any of the lots surrounding her school. The local conservationists considered her a hero. The local capitalists considered her an enemy. Some of her greatest detractors said she acted like a woman with something to hide, and they were right, in their own way; she was a woman with something to protect. That made her more dangerous that they could ever have suspected.
It’s Saturday, it’s summer and, although he doesn’t know it yet, everything in Adam Thorn’s life is going to fall apart. Relationships will change, he’ll change, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll find freedom in the release.
Time is running out though, because way across town a ghost has risen from the lake. Searching yearning, she leaves a trail of destruction in her wake…