PatangI hate the rain I hate it, hate it, hate it. But the rain can't stop me. No one canI'll go out and play tonight. I will kill only four. No more, no less. Just four.' In the midst of one of the worst monsoons in Mumbai, a man is found brutally murdered, his body posed like a kite on the tallest cell tower in the city. As one corpse after another turns up in the unlikeliest of places, each gruesomely killed and carefully arranged in a grotesque manner,

sinister skulls

only to face the future in great trepidation

On a mission to save her mom

It never came

' - Alfred North Whitehead In The Upanishads: An Introduction

After a shaky ceremony and an overly crowded honeymoon

made amends with estranged family

from the nature of inheritance

more than 300

The Golden Bough Alliance has been sowing the seeds of chaos in Asterisk

And how does it feel when your best friend becomes the most famous person in the land

PI Lennox - the Scottish Philip Marlowe - returns with a new helping of fast-paced detective noir