Comme tous les matins, vous prenez votre métro ou votre train de banlieue pour gagner le centre-ville de Londres où vous attend une rude journée de travail. L’attente, les bousculades, la morosité des autres voyageurs sont votre lot quotidien. Même l’occasionnel illuminé qui braille et gesticule ne vous émeut plus. Mais là, c’est différent : qui sont ces étranges personnages vêtus de façon anachronique qui, tous, essaient de vous communiquer un message urgent? Le plus curieux, c’est que vous oubliez presque aussitôt leur existence... Hum, de quoi parle-t-on déjà? Aucun doute, cela relève du domaine de compétence de l’agent Peter Grant, pour l’occasion accompagné d’une stagiaire encombrante et d’un chien détecteur de fantômes à la fiabilité toute relative... Peur sur la ligne est une aventure indépendante, qui se situe chronologiquement entre les tomes cinq et six du Dernier apprenti sorcier.

À l’emplacement actuel de Marble Arch, à Londres, se dressait jadis la tristement célèbre potence de Tyburn, surnommée l’arbre des pendus, où l’on exécutait les criminels les plus notoires du royaume. William Wallace ou Olivier Cromwell y auraient connu une fin funeste. Mais aujourd’hui, les riches demeures d’Oxford Street et de Mayfair, situées là où les condamnés faisaient leurs derniers pas, sont le théâtre d’événements pour le moins étranges. Peter Grant, agent de la Police Métropolitaine de Londres et dernier apprenti sorcier du royaume, mène une nouvelle fois l’enquête...

L’agent Peter Grant, dernier apprenti sorcier et brillant enquêteur de la Police Métropolitaine de Londres – la Métro, pour les intimes – quitte cette fois la capitale britannique pour se rendre dans une petite bourgade du Herefordshire où les forces de police locales échouent à enrayer la vague d’enlèvements d’enfants dont leur communauté est victime. Assisté de Beverley Brook, Peter se retrouve bientôt embourbé jusqu’au cou dans une affaire pour le moins louche. Passe encore le danger omniprésent, la mauvaise humeur des flics du coin, la franche hostilité des dieux locaux... mais des boutiques qui ferment à 4 heures de l’après-midi ?! Quelle horreur !

Book 6 in the Rivers of London series, from Sunday Times Number One bestselling author Ben Aaronovitch. Suspicious deaths are not usually the concern of PC Peter Grant or the Folly, even when they happen at an exclusive party in one of the most expensive apartment blocks in London. But Lady Ty's daughter was there, and Peter owes Lady Ty a favour. Plunged into the alien world of the super-rich, where the basements are bigger than the house and dangerous, arcane items are bought and sold on the open market, a sensible young copper would keep his head down and his nose clean. But this is Peter Grant we're talking about. He's been given an unparalleled opportunity to alienate old friends and create new enemies at the point where the world of magic and that of privilege intersect. Assuming he survives the week . . . Praise for the Rivers of London novels: 'Ben Aaronovitch has created a wonderful world full of mystery, magic and fantastic characters. I love being there more than the real London' NICK FROST 'As brilliant and funny as ever' THE SUN 'Charming, witty, exciting' THE INDEPENDENT 'An incredibly fast-moving magical joyride for grown-ups' THE TIMES Discover why this incredible series has sold over two million copies around the world. If you're a fan of Terry Pratchett or Douglas Adams - don't panic - you will love Ben Aaronovitch's imaginative, irreverent and all-round irresistible novels.

A WHOLE NEW REASON TO MIND THE GAP It begins with a dead body at the far end of Baker Street tube station, all that remains of American exchange student James Gallagher—and the victim’s wealthy, politically powerful family is understandably eager to get to the bottom of the gruesome murder. The trouble is, the bottom—if it exists at all—is deeper and more unnatural than anyone suspects . . . except, that is, for London constable and sorcerer’s apprentice Peter Grant. With Inspector Nightingale, the last registered wizard in England, tied up in the hunt for the rogue magician known as “the Faceless Man,” it’s up to Peter to plumb the haunted depths of the oldest, largest, and—as of now—deadliest subway system in the world. At least he won’t be alone. No, the FBI has sent over a crack agent to help. She’s young, ambitious, beautiful . . . and a born-again Christian apt to view any magic as the work of the devil. Oh yeah—that’s going to go well.

The massively anticipated brand new Sunday Times bestselling RIVERS OF LONDON novel. Peter Grant is facing fatherhood, and an uncertain future, with equal amounts of panic and enthusiasm. Leaving his old police life behind, he takes a job with Silicon Valley tech genius Terrence Skinner's new London start up: the Serious Cybernetics Corporation. Drawn into the orbit of Old Street's famous 'silicon roundabout', Peter must learn how to blend in with people who are both civilians and geekier than he is. Compared to his last job, Peter thinks it should be a doddle. But magic is not finished with the Met's first trainee wizard in fifty years... Because a secret is hiding somewhere in the building. A technology that stretches back to Ada Lovelace and Charles Babbage, and forward to the future of artificial intelligence. A secret that is just as magical as it technological - and twice as dangerous. Praise for the Rivers of London novels: 'Ben Aaronovitch has created a wonderful world full of mystery, magic and fantastic characters. I love being there more than the real London' NICK FROST 'As brilliant and funny as ever' THE SUN 'Charming, witty, exciting' THE INDEPENDENT 'An incredibly fast-moving magical joyride for grown-ups' THE TIMES Discover why this incredible series has sold over two million copies around the world. If you're a fan of Terry Pratchett or Douglas Adams - don't panic - you will love Ben Aaronovitch's imaginative, irreverent and all-round incredible novels.

With a Russian Night Witch in custody, Peter and Nightingale should be having a lot more luck chasing down a rogue Leshy - a murderous spirit of the forest. But when the Russian Mafia are involved, nothing goes smoothly! Even worse, Lesley is back in London – and it's anyone's guess as to her agenda! An all-new and original Rivers of London comic series, written by Ben Aaronovitch and Andrew Cartmel! Set between 'Foxglove Summer' and ‘The Hanging Tree’.

Following a disastrous attempt to 'recruit' the witch, Vavara, a Russian oligarch turns his sights on Peter Grant and Thomas Nightingale – two of London's finest policemen and its only wizards – to help recover his daughter – apparently kidnapped by dark elemental forces. But for Peter and Nightingale, a dark betrayal from the past is about rear its ugly head... An all-new and original Rivers of London comic series, written by Ben Aaronovitch and Andrew Cartmel! Set between 'Foxglove Summer' and ‘The Hanging Tree’

BODY AND SOUL The song. That’s what London constable and sorcerer’s apprentice Peter Grant first notices when he examines the corpse of Cyrus Wilkins, part-time jazz drummer and full-time accountant, who dropped dead of a heart attack while playing a gig at Soho’s 606 Club. The notes of the old jazz standard are rising from the body—a sure sign that something about the man’s death was not at all natural but instead supernatural. Body and soul—they’re also what Peter will risk as he investigates a pattern of similar deaths in and around Soho. With the help of his superior officer, Detective Chief Inspector Thomas Nightingale, the last registered wizard in England, and the assistance of beautiful jazz aficionado Simone Fitzwilliam, Peter will uncover a deadly magical menace—one that leads right to his own doorstep and to the squandered promise of a young jazz musician: a talented trumpet player named Richard “Lord” Grant—otherwise known as Peter’s dear old dad.

DC Peter Grant must head south of the river to the alien environs of Elephant and Castle. There's a murderer abroad and, as always when Grant's department are reluctantly called in by CID, there is more than a whiff of the supernatural in the darkness.