Near Miss In May, 1988, in Everett, Washington, four-year-old Feather Rahier disappeared while playing outside after dinner. Her frantic cries drew Feather's mother to the dark garage that was home to Richard Matthew Clark. Clark had stolen the child, bound and gagged her, and begun to undress her. Only at the last instant was the little girl saved by her mother's desperate intervention. The next victim wouldn't be so fortunate. Without A Trace On the night of March 31, 1995, Roxanne Doll, 7, was abducted from the bedroom she shared with her younger sister. It was not until the following day that her mother discovered Roxanne's disappearance. A week later, Roxanne's raped and stabbed body was found. Evidence led investigators to a man the family had trusted as a friend: Richard Clark. No Remorse Clark was a petty criminal, jailbird, alcohol and drug abuser who couldn't control his pedophilic and homicidal urges. In April, 1997, after his conviction for aggravated murder, he mocked and derided the dead girl's parents in a shocking courtroom display. Here is the brutal, heartbreaking true story of the crimes and punishment of a monster who preyed on the most vulnerable victims of all--and of the determined prosecutor who swore to bring him to justice. Includes 16 Pages Of Shocking Photos

Beautiful Menace (or Viral Violence) Half Japanese and half Jamaican, Aoki is young, beautiful, and known throughout her Brooklyn neighborhood as a menace to local authorities. On the eve of a brutal murder that hits close to home, Aoki needs her friends more than ever. Her ride-or-die besties, Tisa and Ri-Ri, are down to help by any means necessary, even if it puts their own freedom at risk. While coming up in the drug game, AZ gets into a situation he can't handle on his own. When he reaches out to Aoki - an unlikely ally - the girls agree to handle his problem for a small fee. When surveillance video of the conquest goes viral, the Brooklyn hood chicks are transformed into Killer Dolls. This overnight fame brings heat to the Killer Dolls, with jealousy, envy, and a dark secret threatening to destroy everything.

Dolls can't move by themselves. . . . Or can they? This special anniversary edition of the hair-raising mystery that's kept readers up at night for thirty-five years features a foreword by Goosebumps creator R.L. Stine. Amy is terrified. She hears scratching and scurrying noises coming from the dollhouse in the attic, and the dolls she was playing with are not where she left them. Dolls can't move by themselves, she tells herself. But every night when Amy goes up to check on the dollhouse, it's filled with an eerie light and the dolls have moved again! Are the dolls trying to tell her something? Could this all be connected to the murders of her great-grandparents? Sinister secrets unravel as Amy gets closer to revealing the mystery of the dolls in this haunting novel that combines complicated family relationships with a bone-chilling mystery. Even readers who love scary stories will want to keep the lights on after finishing! The all-new foreword and jacket art make this spooky classic, an Edgar award nominee, perfect for sharing with a new generation.

Her dolls are on display, but her crimes are hidden—until the façade begins to crack . . . A couple and their young son burn to death in a house fire. A girl dies from a nut allergy. A woman falls under a train during rush hour. An accountant falls down the steps to his basement. Their deaths appear to be accidents, but Gloria knows they were murdered. Because she murdered them. And every time Gloria kills, she buys a doll. But how many dolls will she need to keep her satisfied? Gloria craves love and happiness and friendship, and will do anything to get what she craves. But now her behavior is spinning out of control, in this dark, compelling thriller.

"I was beginning to feel drowsy when my ears caught the faint click of metal against metal. I straightened, senses alert, and peered through the darkness toward the door. . . I slid my gun from its holster. The sound of the lock snapping back seemed as loud as the explosion of a firecracker. Then a crack of light appeared and disappeared. Someone had entered the apartment . . . I quietly slid out of the chair and circled around . . . The intruder sensed my approach and began to back away . . . Suddenly, with animal-like cunning, the figure sprang at me. Automatically, my eyes and brain registered the long, narrow glint of a knife blade aimed towards my throat." A MYSTERY HOUSE REPRINT