The New Series of Ghost Stations Books
The new Ghost Stations books (as of 2008) that are published by L'Aquila Publishing
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- Ghost Stations 1 (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-10-8)
- Ghost Stations 2 (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-11-5)
- Ghost Stations 3 (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-12-2)
- Ghost Stations 4 (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-13-9)
- Ghost Stations 5 (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-14-6)
- Ghost Stations Mysteries (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-08-5)
- Ghost Stations Lincolnshire (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-06-1)
- Ghost Stations Yorkshire (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-05-4)
- Ghost Stations Germany (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-07-8)
- Ghost Stations The Story (Paperback) (ISBN 978-1-871448-09-2)
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