Deck Boy is a full-blooded and comical adventure story for readers of all ages. It is set in the mid 1970s, the last great days of the British merchant fleet when ships were beautiful, the dock basins were crowded, navigation was by the stars, and the thronging crews were very different from the crowd you met in the high street.When Ben Thomson, nearly fifteen, plays truant from his expensive boarding school, he has no idea that he will never return. All he intends is to visit his old home in Westport, but a chance encounter in a steamy workmen's café on the Dock Road turns his life on its head. Before he knows it, Ben finds himself escaping through a window, assaulted in an illegal drinking den, threatened by a murderer, changing his name and his appearance, forging documents, getting tattooed, making a host of new friends – and enemies – and outward bound on a voyage to the far side of the world. Surrounded by a crew of loyal, eccentric, gay and violent shipmates, Ben... Views: 208
Another great work of humor from P. G. Wodehouse. At Beckford College, where the pupils seem to be spending most of their time playing cricket, Gethryn is faced with this younger uncle arriving at the school. Views: 208
"This impressively bleak vision of the near future is as grotesquely amusing as it is grim." — Publishers Weekly STARRED REVIEW "A gripping tour-de-force torn from tomorrow's headlines." — David Demchuk, author of Red X and The Bone Mother "A bold dystopian novel that captivates with its dread and depth. The Marigold is unhinged literary horror that goes right to the source of decay." — Iain Reid, award-winning author of I'm Thinking of Ending Things, Foe, and We Spread In a near-future Toronto buffeted by environmental chaos and unfettered development, an unsettling new lifeform begins to grow beneath the surface, feeding off the past. The Marigold, a gleaming Toronto condo tower, sits a half-empty promise: a stack of scuffed rental suites and undelivered amenities that crumbles around its residents as a mysterious sludge spreads slowly through it. Public... Views: 208
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In the eleventh book in the multimillion-selling Killing series, Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard reveal the startling, dramatic story of the global war against terrorists.In Killing The Killers, #1 bestselling authors Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard take readers deep inside the global war on terror, which began more than twenty years ago on September 11, 2001.As the World Trade Center buildings collapsed, the Pentagon burned, and a small group of passengers fought desperately to stop a third plane from completing its deadly flight plan, America went on war footing. Killing The Killers narrates America's intense global war against extremists who planned and executed not only the 9/11 attacks, but hundreds of others in America and around the world, and who eventually destroyed entire nations in their relentless quest for power.Killing The Killers moves from Afghanistan to Iraq, Iran to Yemen, Syria, and Libya, and elsewhere, as... Views: 208
DYLAN is the 4th book in USA Today Bestselling and Amazon #1 Bestselling Indie Author, Carole Mortimer's, paranormal series, DRAGON HEARTS.Author's Note: Beware of very sexy alpha dragon shifters on the hunt for their fates mates!Waking up in a curtained cubicle in a human hospital wasn't the worst experience Dylan had ever had in his centuries-long existence, but it was certainly not something he would ever have expected to happen. As a dragon shifter, human ailments didn't bother him, and if he was ever injured then transforming into his dragon would heal him. Besides, he and his brothers had always avoided human hospitals because the doctors there had a habit of carrying out tests and asking for X-rays that would clearly tell them the Pendragon brothers weren't human.Opening his eyes to find his fated mate bending over him, his human fated mate, was even more of a shock. Yes, three of his brothers had found their fated mates in the past year, and they had all been human, but... Views: 207
In the post-apocalyptic ruins, ex-prizefighter Bruno Swaggart makes his living the only way he's ever known how: one opponent, two gloves, and a bloodthirsty crowd urging him on. But the world has changed... now the undefeated champion bobs and weaves for his life, trusting that the next punch will not be his last. For when you're boxing against the living dead, all bets are off....From the pen of KJ Hannah Greenberg comes this chapbook of new poetry. Fun, insightful, and lyrical, Fluid and Crystallized focuses primarily on challenging and, only secondarily, on pleasing. This chapbook uses words’ color and texture to provoke interpersonal mindfulness. “Risk,” not “peace,” makes these pages heuristically valuable.What’s more, Fluid and Crystallized, tries to cheer on, to shepherd, and to whisper softly not only about success, but also about failure. This collection shares cautions as well as an appreciation of the scenery.About the Author:KJ Hannah Greenberg, who only pretends at being indomitable, tramps across literary genres and giggles in her sleep. She worries less, however, about linguistic beasts that roam at dusk than about bold fiends that smile and gulp up writers during broad daylight.In the beginning there were Watercolors, 1979, a musical, and Conversations on Communication Ethics, 1991, essays. Following a tour of duty in academia and then decades dedicated to parenting, there are: Oblivious to the Obvious: Wishfully Mindful Parenting, French Creek Press, 2010, essays, A Bank Robber’s Bad Luck with His Ex-Girlfriend, Unbound CONTENT, 2011, poetry, and Don’t Pet the Sweaty Things, Bards & Sages Publishing, 2012, short fictions. In the future, there will be, b’eH: Supernal Factors, 2012, poetry, The Nexus of the Sun, Moon and Mother, 2013, essays, and Oh Your Goodness!, 2013, essays.https://kjhannahgreenberg.net/"Such a galloping, rollicking poet she is. She rolls words from denotation to connotationright through to playful upsetting of conventional usage carts."--Deirdre Kessler, poet and award-winning author of the Brupp series. Views: 207
From Ste. Marie's little flat which overlooked the gardens they drove down the quiet Rue du Luxembourg, and, at the Place St. Sulpice, turned to the left. They crossed the Place St. Germain des Prés, where lines of homebound working people stood waiting for places in the electric trams, and groups of students from the Beaux Arts or from Julien's sat under the awnings of the Deux Magots, and so, beyond that busy square, they came into the long and peaceful stretch of the Boulevard St. Germain. The warm sweet dusk gathered round them as they went, and the evening air was fresh and aromatic in their faces. There had been a little gentle shower in the late afternoon, and roadway and pavement were still damp with it. It had wet the new-grown leaves of the chestnuts and acacias that bordered the street. The scent of that living green blended with the scent of laid dust and the fragrance of the last late-clinging chestnut blossoms: it caught up a fuller richer burden from the overflowing front of a florist's shop: it stole from open windows a savoury whiff of cooking, a salt tang of wood smoke, and the soft little breeze—the breeze of coming summer—mixed all together and tossed them and bore them down the long quiet street; and it was the breath of Paris, and it shall be in your nostrils and mine, a keen agony of sweetness, so long as we may live and so wide as we may wander—because we have known it and loved it: and in the end we shall go back to breathe it when we die.The strong white horse jogged evenly along over the wooden pavement, its head down, the little bell at its neck jingling pleasantly as it went. The cocher, a torpid purplish lump of gross flesh, pyramidal, pear-like, sat immobile in his place. The protuberant back gave him an extraordinary effect of being buttoned into his fawn-coloured coat wrong-side-before. At intervals he jerked the reins like a large strange toy and his strident voice said—"Hè!" to the stout white horse, which paid no attention whatever. Once the beast stumbled and the pear-like lump of flesh insulted it, saying—"Hè! veux, tu, cochon!"Before the War Office a little black slip of a milliner's girl dodged under the horse's head, saving herself and the huge box slung to her arm by a miracle of agility, and the cocher called her the most frightful names, without turning his head, and in a perfunctory tone quite free from passion.Young Hartley laughed and turned to look at his companion, but Ste. Marie sat still in his place, his hat pulled a little down over his brows, and his handsome chin buried in the folds of the white silk muffler with which, for some obscure reason, he had swathed his neck."This is the first time in many years," said the Englishman, "that I have known you to be silent for ten whole minutes. Are you ill or are you making up little epigrams to say at the dinner party?"CONTENTSSte. Marie Hears of a Mystery and Meets a Dark LadyThe Ladder to the StarsSte. Marie makes a Vow, but a Pair of Eyes haunt HimOld David StewartSte. Marie sets forth upon the Great AdventureA Brave Gentleman Receives a Hurt, but Volunteers in a Good CauseCaptain Stewart makes a Kindly OfferSte. Marie Meets with a Misadventure and Dreams a DreamSte. Marie goes upon a Journey and Richard Hartley Pleads for HimCaptain Stewart EntertainsA Golden Lady Enters—The Eyes againThe Name of the Lady with the Eyes—Evidence heaps up SwiftlyThe Road to ClamartIn the GardenA Conversation at La LierreThe Black CatA Conversation OverheardThose who were Left BehindThe Invalid takes the AirThe Stone Bench at the Rond PointA Mist Dims the Shining StarA Settlement RefusedThe Last Arrow—and a PromiseThe Joint in the ArmourCoira goes over to the Enemy"I won't go!"The Night's WorkCoira's Little HourThe Scales of InjusticeJourney's EndIllustrations"He fell on his knees at her feet""It seemed to him that her eyes called him.""'I fancy I know who the man was.'""'You're twenty-two. Have you eve Views: 207
Things are getting tense at home for Nicky and Kenny as they wait for a visit from their estranged mum. To escape, they go for a walk on the moors, taking their little Jack Russell terrier with them. But what should have been a laugh, a lark, turns deadly when the weather changes and they are caught in a blizzard. Nothing will ever bequite the same again... Views: 207
Dead witch? As if.With no memory of recent events, I'm fighting a losing battle. With a serial killer. My team work closely to not only find him, but to help me harness the magic of the ley line. With my magic failing, my memories forgotten, and my team the only thing keeping me alive, I don't have much time left.Not only is the serial killer threatening me, but the terrorist group Paranormals For Freedom (PFF) are about to play their hand. Unsure if the two cases are connected, my team and I have to work double time to stop them all before more innocent lives are taken. Fighting the killer, the PFF, and my own death demons, I'm barely hanging on. Can I regroup in time to save London? Views: 207
