THE HARVEST-FIELD It was late in the afternoon of a long summer's day in Belgium. Father Van Hove was still at work in the harvest-field, though the sun hung so low in the west that his shadow, stretching far across the level, green plain, reached almost to the little red-roofed house on the edge of the village which was its home. Another shadow, not so long, and quite a little broader, stretched itself beside his, for Mother Van Hove was also in the field, helping her husband to load the golden sheaves upon an old blue farm-cart which stood near by. Them were also two short, fat shadows which bobbed briskly about over the green meadow as their owners danced among the wheat-sheaves or carried handfuls of fresh grass to Pier, the patient white farm-horse, hitched to the cart. These gay shadows belonged to Jan and Marie, sometimes called by their parents Janke and Mie, for short. Jan and Marie were the twin son and daughter of Father and Mother Van Hove, and though they were but eight years old, they were already quite used to helping their father and mother with the work of their little farm. They knew how to feed the chickens and hunt the eggs and lead Pier to water and pull weeds in the garden. In the spring they had even helped sow the wheat and barley, and now in the late summer they were helping to harvest the grain. The children had been in the field since sunrise, but not all of the long bright day had been given to labor. Early in the morning their father's pitchfork had uncovered a nest of field mice, and the Twins had made another nest, as much like the first as possible, to put the homeless field babies in, hoping that their mother would find them again and resume her interrupted housekeeping. Then they had played for a long time in the tiny canal which separated the wheat-field from the meadow, where Bel, their black and white cow, was pastured. There was also Fidel, the dog, their faithful companion and friend. The children had followed him on many an excursion among the willows along the river-bank, for Fidel might at any moment come upon the rabbit or water rat which he was always seeking, and what a pity it would be for Jan and Marie to miss a sight like that! When the sun was high overhead, the whole family, and Fidel also, had rested under a tree by the little river, and Jan and Marie had shared with their father and mother the bread and cheese which had been brought from home for their noon meal. Then they had taken a nap in the shade, for it is a long day that begins and ends with the midsummer sun. The bees hummed so drowsily in the clover that Mother Van Hove also took forty winks, while Father Van Hove led Pier to the river for a drink; and tied him where he could enjoy the rich meadow grass for a while. And now the long day was nearly over. The last level rays of the disappearing sun glistened on the red roofs of the village, and the windows of the little houses gave back an answering flash of light. On the steeple of the tiny church the gilded cross shone like fire against the gray of the eastern sky....

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When Harry Marsland was caught in a sudden down pour he sought shelter at Cliff Farm. Met at the door by a young woman clearly expecting someone else he is only too glad to get inside to wait out the storm. When they hear a noise upstairs in the deserted house they investigate only to discover the body of the farm's owner, Frank Lumsden, dead of a gunshot wound. Who then, killed Lumsden, and why? Who was the woman expecting and did she have any roll in the murder? These are the questions that private detective Crewe must answer in The Mystery of the Downs. This classic book was edited and published by Resurrected Press. Resurrected Press is dedicated to bringing high quality classic books back to the readers who enjoy them. These are not scanned versions of the originals, but, rather, quality checked and edited books meant to be enjoyed! Please search Amazon for "Resurrected Press" to find both print and Kindle editions of all of our books, or visit ResurrectedPress.com!

Les Soirées de Médan est un recueil collectif de six nouvelles, publié le 15 avril 1880, réunissant Émile Zola, Guy de Maupassant, J. K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans, Henry Céard, Léon Hennique et Paul Alexis. l'idée et le nom même du recueil auraient germé au cours d'un repas hivernal dans l'appartement parisien de Zola, ce jour-là entouré de Hennique, Guy de Maupassant, Huysmans, Céard et Alexis, lorsqu'a Émile Zola, après l'évocation de divers souvenirs respectifs des six amis relatifs à la guerre de 1870

Lieutenant Ferris stumbles on a scandal that could tear his spaceship Jerez apart. Some call it rough play, he calls it unacceptable. Will his attraction to a young private be his downfall or salvation? A story in the Aurigan Space Saga.Space ship Lieutenant Matthew Ferris has desired Daniel Peters, his ship’s newest recruit, from the moment he saw him. But Peters is a lowly private and as the senior officer, Ferris knows he must wait for a sign that his feelings are returned before making an approach.When Peters follows him into a two-man capsule after a mission, Ferris thinks all his dreams are about to come true. What he doesn’t expect is to discover a scandal that could tear his ship apart. Some call it rough play, he calls it unacceptable.A novella in the Aurigan Space Saga. Gay sci-fi romance.

Experience one night of fear as seen through the eyes of a DA, Robert Anderson. Something has gone terribly wrong in his best efforts to free his defendant. What could have possibly happened?Now with ALL NEW ILLUSTRATIONS! All the other Jelly Beans in Jelly Bean Town were happy, until NELLIE GREEN the JELLY BEAN came along.With its colorful artwork and sweet poetic pace, kids will love the story of "Nellie Green the Jelly Bean," and parents will appreciate the lesson of accepting those that may be just a little bit different.BOOK #1 in the NELLIE GREEN the JELLY BEAN series written & illustrated by EF Clark.Designed to help kids creatively manage the personal and societal challenges they face every day, in a fun and educational way. Great for AGES 6-8.Join over 80,000 other happy readers & download the NELLIE GREEN the JELLY BEAN series today! It's FUN with a Message!

A murder mystery and psychological thriller that follows recent graduate Ryan Johnson through a nightmarish set of circumstances. As he learns of the painful experiences that took place the night his memory was deleted, his world is exterminated of all purpose and is instead replaced with abundant chaos. Did his destructive habits finally ruin his family or is someone else hiding in the dark?As a recent graduate, Ryan Johnson is on the fast track to having a prestigious career and prosperous life. Then Ryan wakes up one spring morning and everything he cherishes becomes jeopardized. He finds himself left with only fragments of the prior night's events and covering his body are numerous strange injuries that he cannot rationally explain. As he learns of the painful experiences that took place the night his memory was deleted, his world is exterminated of all purpose and is instead replaced with abundant chaos. Did his destructive habits finally ruin his family or is someone else hiding in the dark? In search of answers, he begins peeling back the layers that surround his tragic demise. But answers are hard to come by, and the murder that turned his life into a nightmare takes an unexpected turn. His search leads him to the rediscovery of a piece of family history, the tale of an event his own ancestors buried, so that their family could move on from the past by hiding any remembrance of the lost "Gate's Fortune" from the public.Who does a person trust, when he can't even trust himself or his family? While excavating the corrosive details from his wrecked world, he uncovers a hidden relationship that brings him clarity. A relationship that removes the carnage from his mind and breaths life into his heart. But to find any true peace, he himself must not only protect himself and those he loves, but also avenge those he has lost, thus hopefully repudiating his own transgressions within his distraught reality. But, all hidden truth comes with a price. Some of these truths can take a person into a bottomless pit of despair, where things are best left untouched and forgotten. While other times, the only way to survive a life of trauma and pain is to engage the truths that the mind tries to hide. For Ryan, this struggle for regeneration will either lead him into the light or banish him to a bleak life of darkness inside his twisted mind. Because there is but one way to decipher the events surrounding that horrid night, he must dive head first into the raging hurricane within his subconscious, in search of the buried truth.

The end of a murder trial is never the end of the story.The end of a murder trial is never the end of the story.Maddy Mckenzie was nothing more than a street smart eighteen year old girl when up and coming defense attorney Peter “Max” Maxwell gave her a chance. Now, ten years later he couldn’t ask for a better or more devoted legal assistant.No amount of order and control, however, can save Max from a victim’s family seeking their own brand of justice. Within a moment, the Max Maddy thought she knew is stripped away, leaving behind a man who wants a life she can’t even imagine.The moment Max forgot her might just be Maddy’s only chance at a real life, if she can remember who she once was.

Domen, cast upon the island Feallengod, schemes against King Ecealdor—unable to vanquish the distant monarch, he sets out to destroy the people the king loves. As the suffering roils, Ecealdor seems disinterested, the tokens of his love becoming hollow idols. Thereby the battle rages, men and women are drawn into choosing sides, and the islanders await some end to the tragedy that engulfs them.To The One I Love depicts twelve letters filled with romantic prose that captures and seals the love between Jonathan and Emily from their first date until their final goodbye.Excerpt:(Part of a letter from Jonathan)The scent of you still lingers about my rooms, distracting my thoughts and teasing my senses. I want you, Emily. I want you so much it verges on insanity. Only your sweet kisses can lure me from the brink.The hours until tonight stretch on endlessly and I catch myself cursing the clock. It mocks…no it punishes me with its constant ticking and hands that move too slowly.

When Mary Anne tries to get Jenny Prezzioso, a fussy little girl known as "Miss Priss", to join a kickball team, she faces opposition from the kids - and from Jenny, who does not want to play.

Kids are always good and witches are always bad right? Wrong you idiot!Step inside A Fairy Tale Murder and discover the grissly truth.A short story by D.N.SmithHe lives to fly—until a jagged piece of flak changes his life forever.A tragic childhood has turned American Air Forces Colonel Rob Savage into an outwardly indifferent loner who is afraid to give his heart to anyone. RAF nurse Maggie McGrath has always dreamed of falling in love and settling down in a thatched cottage to raise a croftful of bairns, but the war has taken her far from Innisbraw, her tiny Scots island home. Hitler’s bloody quest to conquer Europe seems far away when Rob and Maggie are sent to an infirmary on Innisbraw to begin his rehabilitation from disabling injuries. Yet they find themselves caught in a battle between Rob’s past, God’s plan, and the evil some islanders harbor in their souls. Which will triumph?If you love the history of World War II, the allure of a simple life on a Scottish isle, and a budding romance between an American bomber pilot and a sweet RAF nurse, Broken Wings is what you’re looking for. This is the first book in the Thistle series. Get it now and begin your journey.And when you’re done, extend your island visit with Book Two (Wing and a Prayer), Book Three (The Promise of Dawn), and Book Four (Never Say Goodbye).

It's time for the Animorphs to acquire some cold-weather morphs. The Yeerks are at it again, and they're causing trouble near one of the coldest places on earth: The North Pole.

When young dancer, Anastasia Faith, takes a fall on stage everything changes. Her life is turned around and she knows that nothing will ever be the same. Without her sense of sight she is forced to trust her student tutor, Luke Surmise, to guide her through the new life that she has fallen into.Please rate and review.When young dancer, Anastasia Faith, takes a fall on stage everything changes. Her life is turned around and she knows that nothing will ever be the same. Without her sense of sight she is forced to trust her student tutor, Luke Surmise, to guide her through the new life that she has fallen into. The Dancers: An Artist Story tells a story of perfection.Through self-discovery and the love of her Passion, Anastasia is able to overcome the pressures to be perfect and realize that life isn't all about what other people think of you; it's about what you think of yourself.Please, please review.

The mysterious and brutal death of her twin sister brings a young woman back to New York, where she joins forces with a police detective -- and former lover -- to probe the dark secrets of her sister's lifestyle.

Set in 1776, my short story, A Christmas Crossing describes the night that changed the course of the Revolutionary War. It is not your typical Christmas story, but one that has affected every fabric of our lives.Thrust into a war she did not choose, Sarah Fanum yearns for simpler times. Times when all she had to worry about were bad crops or bad weather. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Set in 1776, my short story, A Christmas Crossing describes the night that changed the course of the Revolutionary War. It is not your typical Christmas story, but one that has affected every fabric of our lives as an American. I was inspired to write A Christmas Crossing after visiting Yorktown, VA. I have always been enamored by the Revolutionary War and wanted to share my love for history with my love for Christmas. I hope you enjoy it.

Jasmine is back on the prowl but this time she's going to need all the help she can get. Because of a childish prank, she's managed to anger the demon of mischief, Murphy. Now a messed up assignment, a return of the fur, and poodle children stand between her and success. What's a Fury to do?Jasmine is back on the prowl but this time she's going to need all the help she can get. Because of a childish prank, she's managed to anger the demon of mischief, Murphy. Now a messed up assignment, a return of the fur, and poodle children stand between her and success. What's a Fury to do? If you're Jasmine, you kick butt, furry style.

He knows the value of life. She's still learning. What would you do if you had one last moment to say goodbye? Would you take it? (While this book is about Nick and Carrie, two brand new characters, the Reeds - the whole lot of them - do show up in this book. And there might even be a teeny-tiny little Reed Brothers reveal hidden in the pages. Shh! Don't tell anyone!)

Destiny doesn't reveal itself for us until we are ready. And that's entirely up to us."Marie was sitting in one of the many balconies in which she had access to in Paris. She was observing the city completely alone and in silence. In fact, she was so alone and in such silence, that she was feeling as if she were the last person on earth. She was thinking about Eric, almost in a fatherly way, remembering a lot of things that he had said that was quite good advice to her. She had been thinking about him quite frequently since he had left: It had been months and months but no sign of him. No news whatsoever... and she was actually afraid of receiving any. She had no idea how she would have reacted. Eric had said that her position was understandable to him, but that Paris was indeed the city of lights. Of course she had a completely different view: Paris can bring you down to your knees and make you hate it, especially when it comes to someone like her, born and raised there, with so many responsibilities and expectations to meet. Paris, too, can make you feel suffocated. At some point during those few days that they had spent together, Eric had told her he had been in the same position as her, a few years ago, until he decided to do something about it. He had wanted to get rid of everything he hated so badly: It's a first step to this surreal road that is called life: Chase the life you really want to live. Something as fighting for your destiny: Destiny doesn't reveal itself for us until we are ready. And that's entirely up to us. It was funny, maybe even ironic, but Eric, in his own way, inspired faith in people around him in an undeniable and weird way: It was probably the fact that he represented the way of life that every young lad secretly wants to live... Got it? Showing someone that his dream is possible, that there's someone actually living it, can prove that it doesn't matter how weird the dream can be, it's doable. To see someone that made his dreams come true or by making your own dream come true, releases us from fear. That's what Eric represented: he represented the weird punk kid that made it. For good or bad, our whole society is based on this feeling. It's ironic too, the fact that some people – it doesn't matter how hard they try - can’t hide the fact they have a good heart. Eric was one of them. It didn't matter how hard Eric would try, anyone who would spend time talking to him would just know that he had a good heart. Marie's modesty and at the same time pride wouldn't allow her to admit the same.  Although he had tried his best in the past few years not to show anyone he cared. But something had happened at the party, that night, by that pool. During those few minutes that they had been talking to each other, by the pool, something magical had happened. He had talked, she had talked, they had connected somehow, they had truly connected. They were themselves away from everything else, away from the pressure of being who they were, away from the expectations. They were only Eric and Marie and nothing else mattered.The rest of their time together had been just an extension of that. Those were the kind of thoughts she had during that night, being the loneliest person in the world. She was just too tired of being alone. After suffering insomnia for only one night, she couldn't help but feel bad for Eric, who apparently would suffer that quite often. When the day finally broke dawn, she had made some decisions, after all, her life couldn't just stay the way it was at the moment. Without knowing it, some things were coming to meet her, and they were coming at full speed. Without being sure of anything she had thought during that night, she went back to her life. There's always a certain quietude before a storm. And that quietude was about to be over. " Let me tell you a story

Paige and Daniel's new apartment seems too good to be true. A great place for a young couple with a baby on the way. Spacious, good location, fireplace, appliances, and such reasonable rent! What could be the catch?It isn't like it's close to the asylum -- well not that close.And it isn't like it's built on an old burial ground -- not an official one, anyway.Okay, so, maybe there was a secrePaige and Daniel's new apartment seems too good to be true. A great place for a young couple with a baby on the way. Spacious, good location, fireplace, appliances, and such reasonable rent! What could be the catch?It isn't like it's close to the asylum -- well not that close.And it isn't like it's built on an old burial ground -- not an official one, anyway.Okay, so, maybe there was a secret potter's field where they'd bury the lunatics, but that was ages ago.After all, the rent's so reasonable!