Seven-year-old Trenton Lo loves basketball and Star Wars and most of all, his family and Guangdong Barbecue, the restaurant they’re desperately trying to run in an unfashionable corner of Toronto, Canada. Until one day, Trenton opens the door to their rather evil fairy godfather.More info →
Jimmy can talk to animals. No big deal, probably part of his Mohawk heritage. He's been doing it for the past six years, and now he's just another 14-year-old too smart for school, a.k.a. jail.
But one day, Coyote tells him, "You have to go to school." She won't take no for an answer. "There's going to be trouble."
Turns out a bully's slashing his way through a hit list, starting with one of the vice principals, and closing in on Jimmy himself at number four.
Now Jimmy's got to protect them all--with some help from the birds and the beasts.More info →
Includes the Derringer Award finalist, “Because.”More info →
A dead man in the snow shatters Dr. Hope Sze’s peaceful month of research at an Ottawa stem cell lab.
One man’s body leads to a series of corpses, both at home and around the globe.
This time, the killer knows no borders and no conscience.
Hope must extricate them all, while caught between the man who saved her life, the man who helps rebuild it, and a killer on an intercontinental rampage.More info →
Luke Gallagher rules the world as the luckiest guy on the planet. Well, not literally. But he gets the grades, the girls, and the goals ever since he rubbed the belly of the Laughing Buddha statue in Chinatown at age 13.
Maybe it’s just a coincidence, or maybe Buddha’s got his back. Either way, Luke’s golden for five long years--
--until his luck drops in the crapper on his first day of university. Now Luke's got to beat a bully, win back his best friend, pass his classes, and maybe, just maybe, find true love.
Buddha. Dude. Can you give a guy a break, one last time?More info →
All Octavia “V” Ling wants for the holidays? Inner peace and a piece of the sizzling spy named Dario.
Since gingerbread men will dance the cha cha before Dario swears his undying devotion, V jets off to Goa, India, ready to rock the handstands with a yogini named Raven.
Only Raven disappears.
So V befriends an elephant and his mahout. They vanish in the middle of V's first yoga class.
Just in time for Dario to materialize on the ashram doorstep.
Did the Yoga Love School transform into the Yoga Leaving School? Or will Octavia and Dario uncover far more dastardly machinations, deep in the incense-burning, paan-spitting, curry-scented recesses of Mother India?
Spies! Lies! Yoga! Elephants! And the two people who might save them all: V, the lovesick Canadian civil servant, and Dario, the man of mystery.
The Goa Yoga School of Slayers. The hilarious, pulse-pounding sequel to The Italian School for Assassins.
Only boys can tell fortunes. Actually, only one boy in a thousand. Until Julia Sharpe starts a fortunetelling revolution in the wild and wacky year of 1985.
Up 'til now, the only girls who told fortunes were lying, crazy, or both.
But Julia has to do something before her family's fortunetelling company tanks. Her brother Alistair says computers will rule the future. And more and people rebel against fortunetelling. They say, why should a few Gifted guys read the future and make everyone else pay for it?
Julia secretly applies for a fortunetelling correspondence course. Over the mail, no one can tell she's a girl. With the help of her tutor, she discovers she can read the future in a bowl of popcorn kernels. That's right, popcorn. It's like reading tea leaves, only she reads popcorn kernels. Weird but wonderful.
If she can do it, girls can read the future too. Maybe more boys, too, if they just got the right training. Now people won't hate them so much.
Julia's going to save the company—and the rest of world!
Right?More info →
New, blistering, darkly funny essays breaking bones. And fixing them. And the seamy underside of life in the emergency room, with its cornucopia of crazy cases, not just bone-centred ones. For example, the man who tried to eat his own thumb and the case of bleeding brains.
Warnings: 1. Broken Bones bears no authorized resemblance to any TV show. 2. If the previous Unfeeling Doctor books were rated PG-13, Broken Bones gets slapped with a Restricted label. Medical noir. With cussing, selfishness, and jokes from the sewer. 3. Don’t read it.More info →
In my first few months of indie publishing, I made zero dollars. That's right. The big donut.
But by the end of my first year, I'd grossed over $10,000, making me not a millionaire, but a thousandaire.
How? Hard work and a bit of good luck.
In this essay, I break down the recipe of how I made five figures in twelve months.
We can all profit from indie publishing. Not the same amount of money, and not on the same timeline, but every one of us can reap the rewards of this brave new world, selling directly to readers, which means pocketing the money both as authors and as publishers.
We can all be thousandaires together!