Two girls adopt a stray dog, only to find out that it likes to travel through time, and take children along. It doesn't help matters that Kisa's parents and Morgan's mom don't get along, or that Morgan's mom hates dogs, or that neither girl knows much about history - at least not yet.

The journal of Harvey G. Meyer, relating his adventures and observations while in the merchant marine immediately after the close of World War I, on a trip from New York to Argentina.

Triple-O Five and his bride are pulled back into action sooner than planned, when a mad Viking wannabe hires ethically-challenged bioweapons experts and a Russian missile scientist who has gone rogue, in a bid to take over as much of the world as possible. It doesn't make it easier when one of the scientists is Durand's beloved uncle. That the old man is more naive than evil is rather beside the point, since the men he's serving intend to use his genius for wicked gain, and don't much care how many corpses they leave strewn in their path. It also doesn't help that much of the investigation must take place in the USA, whether the feds like it or not. Which they don't. This edition was freshly edited in 2014.

Once again, Triple-O Five and company are finding that the worst enemies a spy can have might be in his own government, even his own agency. His best help, on the other hand, might come from feral street boys in Paris, football players, and a doctor kicked out of medical practice for offending the PC police. Meanwhile, Durand must contend with the hazards of fatherhood, not least of which is a beautiful daughter who is drawing suitors left and right, including one of his young colleagues, who, alas, is a sniper. Not to mention not Catholic. Other than that, he seems to be a nice kid. For a daughter thief. This edition was freshly edited in 2014.

Not Exactly Dead, Not Exactly Innocent, and Not Exactly Allies, together in one book. Welcome to the world of MI5 1/2, where your most dangerous enemies are likely to be in your own government, your best friends might be feral street children in Paris, agency psychologists can drive a man to madness, and irritated spies (except for a handful of the Christians) throw darts at pictures of American politicians. And, of course, no one's private life goes away just because there's a national or international emergency. If the private lives were going smoothly, it would be nice, but since when is a spy's life conducive to either love or stability? Oh, did we mention that the special labs might be full of geniuses, but they have a knack for making gadgets that are as dangerous for the good guys as the bad?