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and City of the Dead (Resident Evil 2) & Nemesis (Resident Evil 3) and centers around Rebecca Chambers. After a call from Barry about the Umbrella investigation, she heads to his house where she meets David Trapp, strategist and captain of the STARS Exeter branch. David informs Rebecca that another incident has occurred at another Umbrella facility, in Caliban Cove, Maine. Just when Chris and Jill come in, David continues his briefing, which includes a list of people involved in or with the Caliban Cove facility. One of the names Rebecca knows as Nicholas Griffith, a former biochemist who had disappeared after being fired from a university. Umbrella forces, led by STARS members, attack Barry's house. Rebecca takes one out; some others are suspected to be dead. The team takes refuge in Brad "Chickenheart" Vicker's home. After a little talk, Rebecca and David set out and leave on a plane for Exeter.

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CHAPTER I THE WICKED GIANT HE was ten. But his clothes were forty. And it was this difference in the matter of age, and, consequently, in the matter of size, that explained why, at first sight, he did not show how thin-bodied he was, but seemed, instead, to be rather a stout little boy. For his faded, old shirt, with its wide sleeves lopped off just above his elbows, and his patched trousers, shortened by the scissors to knee length, were both many times too large for him, so that they lay upon him, front, back and sides, in great, overlapping pleats that were, in turn, bunched into heavy tucks; and his kitchen apron, worn with the waistband about his neck, the strings being tied at the back, also lent him—if viewed from the front—an appearance both of width and weight. But he was not stout. His frame was not even fairly well covered. From the apron hem in front, the two legs that led down to the floor were scarcely larger than lead piping. From the raveling ends of his short sleeves were thrust out arms that matched the legs—bony, skinny arms, pallid as to color, and with hardly any more shape to them than there was to the poker of the cookstove. But while the lead-pipe legs ended in the sort of hard, splinter-defying boy's feet that could be met with on any stretch of pavement outside the tenement, the bony arms did not end in boyish hands. The hands that hung, fingertips touching halfway to the knee, were far too big for a boy of ten. They were red, too, as if all the blood of his thin shoulders had run down his arms and through his wrists, and stayed there. And besides being red, fingers, palms and backs were lined and crinkled. They looked like the hands of a hard-working, grown girl. That was because they knew dish washing and sweeping, bed making and cooking, scrubbing and laundering. But his head was all that a boy's head should be, showing plenty of brain room above his ears. While it was still actually—and naturally—large for his body, it looked much too large; not only because the body that did its bidding was undersized, but because his hair, bright and abundant, added to his head a striking circumference. He hated his hair, chiefly because it had a hint of wave in it, but also because its color was yellow, with even a touch of green! He had been taunted about it—by boys. But what was worse, women and girls had admired it, and laid hands upon it—or wanted to. And small wonder; for in thick undulations it stood away from forehead and temples as if blown by the wind. A part it had not, nor any sort of neat arrangement. He saw strictly to that. Whenever his left hand was not busy, which was less often than he could wish, he tugged at his locks, so that they reared themselves on end, especially at the very top, where they leaned in various directions and displayed what appeared to be several cowlicks. At every quarter that shining mop was uneven, because badly cut by Big Tom Barber, his foster father, whose name belied his tonsorial ability....

"If Lily Norris isn't just the most provoking child that ever lived!" said Maggie Bradford, indignantly."Yes, I b'lieve she just is," assented Bessie."Why," said Mrs. Rush, who was that day making a visit to Maggie's and Bessie's mamma, "how is this? Lily the most provoking child that ever lived! I thought Lily was one of your best friends, and that you were so fond of her.""Yes, Aunt May, so we are," said Maggie. "We're very fond of Lily indeed; she's one of[10] our dearly beloveds, and we like to have her with us; but for all that, she's very trying to our patience.""Yes," sighed Bessie, "I think she's tryinger than any child we know; and yet she's hardly ever naughty,—really naughty, I mean.""How does she try you?" asked Mrs. Rush, though she believed she could herself have answered as to the cause of complaint."She puts off so," said Bessie. "Aunt May, I think she's the greatest put-offer we ever saw; and sometimes it makes things so hard to bear. We try not to be provoked 'cause we love her so; but sometimes we can't help being a little. I b'lieve it troubles people as much as if she was real naughty in some way.""Yes, procrastination is a very troublesome fault," said Mrs. Rush."Not a fault, is it, Aunt May?" asked Maggie. "I thought it was only a habit of Lily's."[11]"And Lily is a pretty good child," said Belle Powers. "She is mischievous, and makes us laugh in school sometimes; but I b'lieve that is about all the naughty things she does, and I think that is a pretty good account for one child.""Putting off is not being naughty, is it, Aunt May?" pleaded Bessie, unwilling, even amid her vexation, to have one of her favorite playmates thus blamed."Well, darling," answered Mrs. Rush, "I fear that procrastination and a want of punctuality must be considered as rather serious faults. I see you are vexed and troubled now; why, I cannot tell, more than that Lily has caused it in some way; and I think that any habit which needlessly tries and irritates other people can be called nothing less than a fault, and a bad one, too. What is the matter now?""Why," said Bessie, "you see we are all going to the party at Miss Ashton's this afternoon, and Lily was to be here at four o'clock to go with us; and when grandmamma was going home just now, she said she would take[12] us all around in her carriage; but Lily was not here, and we did not like to go without her, and grandmamma could not wait. But grandmamma said the carriage should come back for us, and it has; and mamma says it is twenty minutes past four, and there Lily has not come yet, and we don't know what to do, and we can't help being provoked."

Riders of the Silence is popular western novel by western writer Max Brand. It takes the reader on whirlwind from the frozen Canada to the hot and arid West.

“Self-respect: The secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious.”—page 70 Why is it that when reading Mencken one feels that they’d be more comfortable if they were wearing a flak jacket? Once again, in his ‘A Book of Burlesques,’ Mencken, the master of irreverence, gives forth a collection of philosophical sayings running the gamut from downright boring to uproariously hilarious. Now I’m looking forward to reading his ‘In Defense of Women.’ I’m sure that women-hood will never be in more need of defending than after reading what H. L. has to say in their defense. Recommendation: ‘A Book of Burlesques’ offers a glimpse into the warped mind of Mencken. That may not be everyone’s cup of pomegranate wine. Read at your own risk. “Man weeps to think that he will die so soon. Woman, that she was born so long ago.”—page 72 Excerpt from "A Book of Burlesque By William Davenport Adams": Shall I to Honor or to Love give way? Go on, cries Honor; tender Love says, Nay; Honor aloud commands, Pluck both boots on; But softer Love does whisper, Put on none. In the end, he "goes out hopping, with one boot on, and t'other off." Again, there was a passage in the drama called "The Villain," in which the host supplied his guests with a collation out of his clothes--a capon from his helmet, cream out of his scabbard, and so on. In like manner, Pallas, in Mr. Bayes's tragedy, furnishes forth the two usurping kings:-- Lo, from this conquering lance Does flow the purest wine of France: And to appease your hunger, I Have in my helmet brought a pie; Lastly, to bear a part with these, Behold a buckler made of cheese. Of the direct parody in the burlesque a few instances will suffice.

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A werewolf with a taste for the forbidden, Erik encounters the ultimate temptation while traveling. The daughter of a powerful rival, Bera is as dangerous as she is alluring. How long can their feral attraction be hidden?Short story of 1300 words or about 5 pages. Also contains a sample chapter of Broods of Fenrir ~3300 words.Kristen's life gets more complicated as she deals with losing the only man she's really ever loved....her father, only to find out that almost everything she has ever known was a lie. Her only ally as she's running to save her life from someone trying to kill her is her father's neighbor, an ex-police officer and writer, who knows just how to get under Kristen's skin. Circumstances push the two together and they learn that they are more compatible than they first thought. This book is a novella, or about 27,000 words, and is filled with love, passion, intrigue and mystery.Sample Preview: Although it was a beautiful autumn day, it felt more like spring as Kristen Casey walked down the sidewalk. The only real difference was that the trees had shed their normal shades of green for more bold and brilliant ambers, oranges and reds. Kristen passed an elderly couple who gave her a sympathetic smile, which she politely returned. It was odd that a place so beautifully landscaped couldn’t be more appreciated by its visitors. The lawn had all been freshly mowed and the scent of fresh-cut grass was in the air. Kristen found herself transported briefly back in time to when she was in elementary school. She would walk from her father’s house everyday to school. For a short-cut, she would cut through an apartment complex where at least twice a week, they were cutting their grass. The smell, to her, meant that spring had arrived. Towards the end of the school year, she would always be so restless because all she wanted to do was be outside, where she could enjoy all that nature offered her. She’d give anything to be that naïve, playfully restless girl once more. But, she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was twenty-eight, and had learned the hard way that life wasn’t just full of sunshine and rainbows. And nothing demonstrated that better than where she was right now. Even though she was surrounded by sunshine, a bright blue sky, freshly mowed lawn and well manicured topiaries, she was also surrounded by pain and sorrow. Kristen looked around. She had a habit of reading the names and messages on the carved pieces of stone. She could only imagine how many lives were affected by all of the names before her. “I’m here, Dad,” she said as she placed the flowers she had been carrying next to her recently deceased father’s headstone. Be sure to sign up for the free newsletter at PorterlanceBook.com to find out about all the great releases we offer by Rory Chambers and our other best-selling authors, like M.D. James, Matt Zachary, James McCullough, and John Green. Books by Rory Chambers:Dangerous Reunion (Book 1: Class of ’92 Series)Surviving Las Vegas (Book 2: Class of ’92 Series)Secret Obsessions (Book 3: Class of ’92 Series)Class of ’92 Series (All 3 Books)Steel Glances (Book 1: Rocky Mountain Novella Series)Identity Crisis (Book 2: Rocky Mountain Novella Series)Legally Comatose (Book 3: Rocky Mountain Novella Series)Mountain Novella Series (All 3 Books)

Sparks are going to fly in this new superhero romance from the author of Karma Girl and Hot Mama. Bella would feel better about being born into a family of superheroes if her own superpower was something she could control-or at least use. But static electricity? That's less a power than a jinx. Then she stumbles on two things no supergirl should be without: an ubervillain and a dashing-if shady-stranger named Debonair. Bella's about to learn just how well love and danger mix.

Lily is rescued by a mysterious unicorn who shows up during a devastating attack by the untamed Whyre Beasts. All good things come with a price, and she soon discovers that the reason for his intervention was to bring her to the center of the land where she would use abilities she didn't know she had to reseal the curse and calm the beasts. The trick is to stay alive while doing so.The curse of the Whyre has altered beasts for centuries, turning them into mutated and vicious killers. When they attack the kingdom, Lily is rescued by a mysterious unicorn who, instead of taking her to safety, brings her to the place where it all began.Because she is the only one who can seal the curse.Armed with only her mind and a skill she knows little about, Lily struggles to unveil the truth of the curse while fighting to remain alive.

In this short story, Sonia, 12 years old, travels by herself from the US, where she resides, to Chile to spend her summer vacation (it's winter in Chile, though) with her grandparents. She's looking forward to having a great time, but is confronted with the stark reality that one of her aunts is dying.A charm hidden in a shipping box brings Tredan’s disgraceful past to his door.Retired Enchanter Tredan and his wife Lanith, magical curio merchants in the seaside town of Isor, have been model citizens for years. But Tredan has harbored a terrible secret. As the victim of a Church-induced spell, he created a journal with spells to enslave the Enchanters’ magical essence to the Church.Enchanters generate the essence powering everything in Tredan’s world. The Church has long resented the Enchanters’ exclusive control over essence. The head Church magician, His Divine, is determined to acquire Tredan’s journal and take the Enchanters’ power for his own.With Lanith out on an errand for the morning, Tredan opens the box containing an Enforcer’s compulsion charm. This Church magician will stop at nothing to collect Tredan’s journal for His Divine. The ensnared Tredan must battle the Enforcer’s superior magic and keep the journal safe. Tredan must also find a way, even if he must enlist the help of the dead, to warn an unsuspecting Lanith before she returns home and falls prey to His Divine’s wrath.Wrath, Prequel to Tredan's Bane -- Honorable Mention Winner, Fiction-Short Story Category, 2014 Readers' Favorite International Book Award Contest

Percy Bysshe Shelley endures today as the great Promethean bard of the High Romantic period who is best remembered for extolling the sublime and affirming the possibility of transcendence.

Firefighter Tyler wakes to find he's no longer part of the living, nor has he "passed through the light" to Heaven, he's somewhere in between. What he encounters as he tries to find a way to contact Maggie, turns out to be the last thing he expected. Join Tyler as he meets up with other spirits, Markus and Holly, as they journey to what can only be described as "Unearthly Realms."It wasn't the last minute call to a kitchen fire that almost ruined Tyler's one year anniversary dinner with his wife Maggie. It was the fact that he took his eyes off the road for a split second as he was rushing home. Firefighter Tyler wakes to find he's no longer part of the living, nor has he "passed through the light" to Heaven, he's somewhere in between. What he encounters as he tries to find a way to contact Maggie, turns out to be the last thing he expected; demons, bigfoot, aliens, underwater base, and underground city. Join Tyler as he meets up with other spirits, Markus and Holly, as they journey to what could only be described as "Unearthly Realms."

In 2217, an unknown race of aliens attack Tellus, an alternate/parallel version of Earth. After a brief invasion attempt, the aliens, nicknamed Scalies, are pushed back. A Rift in space is left by the aliens leading to another system.In 2217, an unknown race of aliens attack Tellus, an alternate/parallel version of Earth. After a brief invasion attempt, the aliens, nicknamed Scalies, are pushed back. A Rift in space is left by the aliens leading to another system. Twentyish years later, a united humanity has built their first large warship, the Prime Meridian. After being augmented by two newly built gunships, they leave to investigate the other side of the Rift. A mysterious chain of events occurs causing the Prime to limp home, missing one of her gunships. An inquisition is launched by the Grand Marshal of the Space Service to determine the role that Lt. Aros Drogen played in the chaos.

The flight finally landed. I was on the aisle seat, and most of the windows were closed. I tried to take a glimpse of the ground. I couldn’t. The landing was terrible. It seemed as if the runway was full of potholes. Almost all the passengers started abusing words towards the airline and the pilots.The plane finally landed. I was on the aisle seat, and most of the windows were closed. I tried to take a glimpse of the ground. I couldn’t. The landing was terrible. It seemed as if the runway was full of potholes. Almost all the passengers started abusing words towards the airline and the pilots. It seemed some trainee pilot was landing the plane for the first time in his life, and that too without any guidance. We could never imagine that the runway would be rough. When the flight finally stopped, it seemed as if the runway suddenly came to an end and the pilot had to apply sudden break. The runway was utterly dark. There was no light from the sky also. I tried to figure out. I thought, maybe the flight has entered inside a shade immediately after landing as I could figure out there was something like a roof. Why the aircraft landed in an unknown place? Is it an act of terrorists? If so, where are they? Why can’t all the hi-tech surveillances systems detect the aircraft which has already landed somewhere on planet earth?