𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙰 𝙲𝙻𝚄𝙴 — Mr. Boddy has invited his six best friends to be guests at his mansion for the weekend. But when this crew gets together, anything can happen. Follow along with Detective Rhayne to find out who did what, where, and with what weapon.

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The second warm and brilliantly funny family comedy told from the perspective of Sammy the sniffer dog – perfect for younger readers aged 7 and up 

 Setterpoo Sammy has a BRILLIANT sense of smell. She can sniff out ANYTHING.

When Sammy uncovers a FAKE forged painting and is dognapped by villain Monsieur de Noir, she needs Best Human Friend, Beanie, Robin the sheepdog and Mogpuss the cat to help her out.

Together the friends must launch a rescue mission to find Sammy in Paris, and recover the REAL painting before it’s too late.

Sammy and the Stolen Paintings, By Charlie P. Brooks, Read by Kate Okello

A DEBT OF BLOOD TO BAPHOMET
Original Release Date: June 13th, 2024

(Plant the seed of plague, you're going down)
(Plant the seed of plague, you're going down)
(Nobody to blame)
(Nobody to blame)

Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
(Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet)
(I feel it creeping through the hole in the window)
(Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day)
(I sold it all and I got nobody- blame)

I'm an outlaw, coffin lock your body, pussy rapper, this your downfall (Mmm)
Smoke up in the barrel, dust em off, the bullets bounce off (Mmm)
Hands up in your pockets, shake em down, my bullies count off (Mmm)
I heard you folding under pressure, he gon mouse talk (Mmm)
I keep my guard up till the bullet slash
Body bagged, he get fully packed, the gun double stacked till his skully crack
40 track em, hit the bin together, I could pass it over when I'm spinning past
Glock 40 finna pop at em, he got shot for it, I'ma get em back, yeah, yeah
Bitch, who want the smoke? (Mmm)
I ain't never need nobody, got this on my own (Mmm)
Broken homes, I'm out the bottom, turn your body c-c-c-c-c- (Mmm)
40 rotten, leave em haunted with the hollow soul (Mmm)
I'ma ghost, blood flowing, tell my mama I'm a cutthroat
Bullets split your body, 40 chalk em with the gun smoke
Glock up to your face, I kick the locks up off your front door
Pussy, run your pockets, only options when the funds low

Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
(Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet)
(I feel it creeping through the hole in the window)
(Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day)
(I sold it all and I got- nobody to blame)

So glorious, these gory dreams
Every single day when I go to sleep
Every single night when I grow new teeth
Grab a snow-white throat, bring it close to me
Getting groceries, I'm dead but I still haven't died
I'm alive so I know I'm supposed to feed
The ghost in me that knows to eat
A host it needs, I chose to plead
But I gave into the blackvvitch
Fo-four limbs that I tore off a bad bitch, in a coffin with a mattress
But she wasn't even that thick, clapped it then I turned into a bat quick
Wench, I'm a death magician
Ride around town with your local mortician
"Where'd the body go?" like abra-cadaverous
Say he'll fly you to the moon, but I bet you he hasn't
Six white lines down like it's Abbey Road
Got me crossing to the other side like "where he even go?"
Got a coven out in Russia rushing "tally ho"
No happy odes, I saw him decomposing, rotten valley smoke
Six white lines down like it's Abbey Road
Got me crossing to the other side like "where he even go?"
Got a coven out in Russia rushing "tally ho"
No happy odes, I saw him decomposing, rotten valley smoke

Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
(Spirits calling me, a debt of blood to Baphomet)
(I feel it creeping through the hole in the window)
(Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day)
(I sold it all and I got nobody to blame)

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VOIDST★R

BAPHOMET

Grim Salvo x Witchouse 40k - BAPHOMET

BEEN PATIENT BUT MY TIME IS UP
Original Release Date: June 27th, 2024

(Yeah, the way is shut so I give up, just throw me away)
Yeah, the way is shut so I give up, just throw me away
Yeah, the way is shut so I give up, just throw me awa-

Oh, how she loves the way I give up
There's slivers in her brain, a bouquet made out of splinters
Hiding away the pain of the world like she's the Giver (The Giver)
Cut it all down and flood it out, will you forgive her?
Oh, how she loves the way that I give up
The Black Dahlia performs a Kali Ma with scissors
Every single day you relive it, you could never
Consider this is something that could be different
(It's just beginning, it's just beginning, it's just beginning)
Oh, how much she loves all the little ways I'm just giving up
Get everything you said you wanted, it wouldn't be enough
No love, life runneth over, you seek to fill the cup
Long sloth claws ripped through fingertips of your white laced gloves
(You'll-go-in-sa-ane-look-ing-for-some-thing-to-save u-s)
Oh yeah, she really loves the way I just gave up, straight up
Nother true daughter of hatred, shaking Jacob
Off of his ladder to heaven, smuggled in a ray gun
Ugh, she came here to shut it down

(People are weak, people are selfish)
(When people have the freedom to choose)
(They choose wrong, every single time)

I co- I co- I could brighten up the night sky
Light em with the firefight, come alive
Rip your body up, die when the moon cries
Eyes wide, enticed the dead rise
I try but can't hide the lies deep inside me
Soul dies, I'm rising up out the mind
To find the cold light, the signs will misguide me
War time, put flies in my sight
Corrupt on both sides, I can't seem to find peace
I can't seem to find peace, the signs will misguide me
I can't seem to find peace, the signs will misguide me (Misguide me)
The signs will misguide me (You see, the possibility of love)
(Of love, with love comes faith, comes hope) The signs will misguide me
(That was just passion that can turn) The signs will misguide me
(Into contempt and murder, you could choose better) I can't seem to find peace

Care must not leave, so set it on fire, what good did it ever bring around?
And as I weep, the flames will get higher, what good did I ever bring around?
Yeah, the way is shut so I give up, just throw me away
Yeah, the way is shut so I give up, just throw me away
Yeah, been patient but my time is up, light slowly decays
(Yeah, the way is shut so I give up, just throw me away)
Hide myself as a creature sleeping in a thicket on a bed of thorns
Licking at injuries, bloody cold metal dripping from the day before

Got em coughing, walking sick from the cold
I leave em broken in the gutter, rip the skin from the bones

Wa-Wa-Walk around town with my trustees
I don't even know what's fucking real, I'm a bug beast
I learned young it's okay if she doesn't love me, hug me
Looking through two eyes that never felt less trusting
(Trust me) Trust me when I tell you it's disgusting
Haunted mafia, lines on the shore, who got that musty? (Musty?)
Bitch, we them cold marrow boys, climbing our way out the dust heap, blegh

40 years steady pacing in the tower, Witchery at 3:33, it's when I gain my power

Bullet showers overpower, I take your face away, he fade away and get devoured
I keep that blade at bay, I break away, the hate get louder
I levitate, okay I crush em up and snort the powder
He turning coward in this bitch, leave your body rotten in abyss
With the gang, Haunted House up in the crypts, I ain't never gonna- switch

THE GIVER

Grim Salvo x Witchouse 40k - THE GIVER

WASTE AWAY, IM GONE
Original Release Date: July 18th, 2024

(Gun, gun, gun, get that gun, gun, gun, gun, where did you get that gun?)
(Gun, gun, gun, get that gun, gun, gun, gun, where did you get that gun?)
(Gun, gun, gun, get that gun, gun, gun, gun, where did you get that gun?)

Cold shakes, I'm so afraid
Soul breaks like bones decay
Stone faced, I'm slow to fade
Waste away, I'm gone, waste away, I'm gone

Liquor in my cup, I got money on my mind
Stuck up in the mud and I ain't coming out alive
Came up from the gutter, had to struggle all my life
I'm catching bodies if you run up, I've been gunning for a fight
Bugs up in the brain, I... (Ohhh)
Never need nobody, I've been cutting all my ties (Ohhh)
Falling out of tune with the reasons I'm alive (Ohhh)
And I've been talking to the moon cause I can't even sleep at night (Ohhh)
Bleed for my grievance, veins on me cut, leave my body in pieces
Bugs in my heart, in my coffin, I keep it
Came from the slums, all the ghosts on me hold me
My scars cover lesions, these fleas on me fiending (Ohhh)
Break my body, the cuts on me deepening, bones all the weakest (Ohhh)
I need me a reason; pray for the future (Ohhh)
My dreams all defeated, my dreams are defeated (Ohhh)

(Gun, gun, gun, get that gun, gun, gun, gun, where did you get that gun?)

Cold shakes, I'm so afraid
Soul breaks like bones decay
Stone faced, I'm slow to fade
Waste away, I'm gone, waste away, I'm gone

There's no way out of here, we all spinning in the maze
So, we thought we were clear, now we haven't spoke in days
Troubles find us all alone, will it ever reach a point
Where we can settle in a flow and our souls can finally join?
Picking fights with all my angels, wings are clipped, they falling
Sick of trying to pretend that I don't miss you calling
Struggles find us when we're cold, we all swim against the tide
All we want is just to float without pain in us to hide

(Gun, gun, gun, get that gun, gun, gun, gun, where did you get that gun?)

Cold shakes, I'm so afraid (So afraid)
Soul breaks like bones decay (Bones decay)
Stone faced, I'm slow to fade (Slow to fade)
Waste away, I'm gone, waste away, I'm gone (Yeah)
Cold shakes, I'm so afraid
Soul breaks like bones decay
Stone faced, I'm slow to fade
Waste away, I'm gone, waste away, I'm gone

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Roses In the Attic

Grim Salvo x Witchouse 40k - Roses In the Attic

'Clear your diaries for another marvellous Merrywell mystery!' CLARE CHASE
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 In a quaint village in the Peak District, murder is brewing…

Violet Brewster is settling into the quiet life in Merrywell. The last thing she needs is to get mixed up in a police investigation…

When a snazzy tearoom opens at the local garden centre on Bluebell Hill, residents flock to visit the establishment. But not everyone is happy about the new business venture…

Matters escalate when the owner of the tearoom is found dead on the premises. As Violet unwittingly finds herself at the centre of another murder mystery, can she shift suspicion away from those closest to her and find the true culprit?

Praise for the Violet Brewster series:
'An entertaining and engaging cozy mystery set against a beautiful backdrop.’ Clare Chase

'A perfect cozy mystery with an engaging cast of characters and a beautifully-drawn setting.' Roz Watkins

'If you love cozy crime/mystery books then you will not be disappointed… A book to put to the top of your ‘must read now’ pile!’ C.L. Peache

Murder on Bluebell Hill, By Jane Bettany, Read by Hannah Parker

sleuth (takuori x djzima)

The instant Sunday Times bestseller.

'An intriguing, complex and hugely enjoyable small-town whodunnit' Janice Hallett, The Examiner

'Funny yet poignant, cosy yet complex, familiar yet unique, I loved this' Jennie Godfrey, The List of Suspicious Things 

 There's a killer on the airwaves… and they're calling for you.

Darkness looms over sunny Sidmouth, when an unsolved murder comes to the attention of late-night radio talk show host Edward Temmis.

Recently sacked from his beloved job after a devastating tragedy, Edward is cast adrift – until he meets Stevie, whose grandmother, a devoted listener, died in a suspicious fire last year. Well, nobody hurts his listeners and helping Stevie might just give him the purpose he needs.

Joined by his old fling, Kim, they discover Stevie's grandmother wasn't the only one of his listeners targeted – this is just the tip of the iceberg.

But who is pursuing his ageing audience and why? And can Edward, Stevie and Kim get to the bottom of this mystery before it’s too late?

Sunday Times bestseller list 4 May 2025

Murder on Line One, By Jeremy Vine, Read by Jeremy Vine

From the Sunday Times bestselling author, for anyone who's ever been ghosted – and wondered why…

'Unputdownable' Mel Giedroyc

'Beth is a really clever, funny writer' Nina Stibbe

'The queen of feel-good fiction' Clare Pooley 

 'Isabella's NOT dead.'

Every time someone asks Gwen about her best friend – you know, the one who ghosted them all fifteen years ago – this is what Gwen tells them.

But where is Isabella? Why did she leave, just when Gwen needed her the most?

Setting out to solve the mystery, in an adventure that takes Gwen across the country then across Europe

Isabella’s Not Dead, By Beth Morrey, Read by Gemma Whelan

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