Fifteen million years of silence. One drill.A lake the size of an inland sea lies sealed beneath two miles of Antarctic ice — cut off from the sun, the air, and every living thing that came after. Dr. Elin Kavanagh came to the bottom of the world to keep eleven people alive while a drill breached that dark for the first time.What comes up the borehole is pale, patient, and hungry for the one thing it has never known: warmth.Then the storm closes in. No ai...

Ninety days after Erevos nearly killed her, Elin Kavanagh signs the permit that sends her back to the ice.Lake Concordia isn't like Erevos. It's warm — fed by a geothermal vent that's kept something alive and growing for a million years. And it doesn't move like the last one. It doesn't grope blindly toward heat. It checks hinges. It learns doors. It remembers.Four hundred and twenty-nine sealed lakes lie under Antarctica, and they're not separate. They're one body of water...

The quietest room in the house is the one nobody will say the name of.For three years Dr. Elin Kavanagh has stood at the glass of three subglacial lakes and watched what waits on the other side. Now she has the one thing she went back for: a seat at the table that decides which doors get opened. And the table has chosen Lake Ellsworth — the only sealed lake ever surveyed with no life in it at all. Sterile. Silent. The perfect room, the board says, to test a weapon where the network...

It showed me something it had not yet learned the shape of. And I am afraid, now, that I taught it the rest.Lake Vostok is the oldest, largest, deepest lake on Earth, and the first door the thing behind Erevos and Concordia ever showed a human being, thirty-five years before Elin Kavanagh was told the story started. The Soviets found it in 1989. The Consortium has been quietly watching it ever since.Now Elin holds the only signature that matters: one that opens Vostok, or o...

Brought to you by Penguin.In the Burning Ghats of Calcutta where the dead are laid to rest, a man is found murdered, his throat cut from ear to ear.The body is that of a popular patron of the arts, a man who was, by all accounts, beloved by all: so what was the motive for his murder? Despite being out of favour with the Imperial Police Force, Detective Sam Wyndham is assigned to the case and finds himself thrust into the glamorous world of ...

**Brought to you by Penguin.WINNER OF THE CRIME FICTION BOOK OF THE YEAR AT THE BRITISH BOOK AWARDS 2024A blistering contemporary thriller with a real message for our polarised times from Abir Mukherjee, the award-winning author of the Wyndham and Banerjee series.**The clock is ticking. Who will find them first?The epic and thrilling story of two parents thrown together to stop their children from committing an unthinkable crime.A mi...

In this action-packed thriller from a New York Times bestselling and award-winning author, two parents facing catastrophe must find their lost children before the unthinkable can happen.In London, the police storm Heathrow Airport to bring in a father for questioning about his missing daughter.In Florida, a mother makes a connection between her son and the bomber, fearing he has been radicalized.And in Oregon, an unknown organization’s cons...

Brought to you by Penguin.Award-winning writer Abir Mukherjee is back with another brilliant mystery novel in the Raj-era Wyndham and Banerjee series.*A SUNDAY TIMES BOOKS OF 2021 PICK*Calcutta, 1923When a Hindu theologian is found murdered in his home, the city is on the brink of all-out religious war. Can officers of the Imperial Police Force, Captain Sam Wyndham and Sergeant Surendranath Banerjee track do...

Every dragon in Frostfen breathes cold.Bramble breathes snow that's warm.For generations, the villagers have whispered that warm snow is a curse, repeating an old rhyme that blames dragons like Bramble for waking the legendary White Wolf hidden beneath the mountain.Ashamed of the very thing that makes her different, Bramble begins to believe the stories herself.Then a traveler arrives.Juniper, the little glow-dragon from the warm south, knows exactly...

A miller never lets the stones run dry. So why were they turning over nothing at all?When baker Edie Hartwell revives her great-aunt Sylvie's tradition, the dawn Morning Bread round through the crooked lanes of Hearth Hollow, the very first delivery ends at the foot of the mill stairs. Frank Hollis, the man who counted everything twice, is dead. The millstones above him are grinding dry over an empty hopper, and no miller who ever ...

Every book about AI and your career was written by a journalist, a consultant, or a course seller. This one was written by someone who builds enterprise automation systems.Drawing on years of experience delivering AI-powered document automation and intelligent workflow solutions for banks, insurers, airlines, and manufacturers, this book explains how automation projects actually unfold inside organizations and what they mean for professionals.Rather than sensational headlin...

Every recipe has a margin note. Every margin note has a secret.Edie Hartwell knows exactly two things when she arrives in Hearth Hollow: how to bake, and how to start over. Her restaurant is gone, her great-aunt Sylvie is three months buried, and the Hollow Hearth Bakery, crooked, beloved, and reportedly haunted, is now hers.The village says Sylvie fell down the cellar stairs. The village also says the bakery smells of cinnamon at three in the morning, when...