Clair W. Hayes is a published author of children's books and young adult books.

To love your wife is good; to love your State is good, too. But if it comes to a question of survival, you have to love one better than the other. Also, better than yourself. It was simple for the enemy; they knew which one Aron was dedicated to.... The thunder of the jets died away, the sound drifting wistfully off into the hills. The leaves that swirled in the air returned to the ground slowly, reluctantly. The rocket had gone. Aron Myers realized that he was looking at nothing. He noticed that his face was frozen into a meaningless smile. He let the smile slowly dissolve as he turned to look at his wife. She was a small woman, and he realized for the first time how fragile she was. Her piquant face, framed by long brown, flowing hair, was an attractive jewel when set on the plush cushion of civilization. Now her face, set in god-forsaken wilderness, metamorphosed into the frightened mask of a small animal. They were alone. Two human beings alone on this wild, lonely planet. Aron's mind suddenly snapped from that frame of reference—his subjective view of their position—to the scale of galaxies. It was a big planet to them, but it was a marble in the galaxy that man had discovered and claimed, and was now fighting with himself to retain. This aggregate of millions of pebbles was wracked with the violence of war, where marbles were more expendable than the microbes that dwelt on them. The two walked hand in hand away from the meadow where the ship had been. The feeble wind snuffled at the scraps of paper and trash, the relics of man's passing. They walked up the hill to their station, the reason for their being on this wayside planet.

“Come, have another hand, Burgoyne.” “I’ll have my revenge to-morrow, old fellow,” I replied. “Why not to-night?” “It’s past two, and I’ve a long walk home, remember.” “Very well; as you wish.”

Robert Montgomery Bird was an American novelist, playwright, and physician.

BEAVER DAM was a farm; but long before the day of John Starkley and his wife, Constance Emma, who lived there with their five children, the name had been applied to and accepted by a whole settlement of farms, a gristmill, a meetinghouse, a school and a general store. John Starkley was a farmer, with no other source of income than his wide fields. Considering those facts, it is not to be wondered at that his three boys and two girls had been bred to an active, early-rising, robust way of life from their early childhood.

“What are we waiting for, Commodore Jack?” “Yes, I’m the last one to be in a hurry, boys, but it seems to me we ought to be getting away. The river ain’t waiting up for us, you notice.” “Hold your horses, Buster, and count noses; perhaps you’ll find that there are only five of us present.” “Huh! guess you’re right, Josh Purdue; but what’s become of Jimmie. I never heard a splash, and I don’t see him swimmin’, if he is a regular water duck. Water’s too cold any way, this fine April day, for goin’ in.” “Why, Jack sent him back to the post office to see if there was any mail. He’s thinking of George here, who’s expecting a letter from that sweet little Southern girl he met last fall, when we were knocking around the Florida Keys in our motor boats, after coming down the coast.” “Rats! speak for yourself, Josh!” exclaimed the fifth member of the party, whose name seemed to be George, and who was a nervous, active boy, one of those kind who are always wanting to do things in a hurry; “didn’t I see you get a lavender colored letter only last week, and when I walked past him purposely in the post office, fellows, oh! my goodness! you ought to have sniffed the lovely perfume that oozed out of that envelope. Did Josh tear the end off? Not that I could notice; but he took out his knife, and cut it so carefully like, you’d think——” --This text refers to the Paperback edition. --This text refers to the Paperback edition.

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The Story of two young men and their adventures seeking worldly wisdom and their escapades in business and also in finding a good wife.Two young boys seeking worldly wisdom behind the barn and other places and their escapades in business and in finding a good wife.

A very romantic look at a period of Scots history which never struck me as particularly romantic, albeit it's bang in the Middle Ages. This novel suffers from a "double hero" syndrome - the one we learn to identify with is summarily dispatched half way through, and an earlier candidate is brought back as a rather predictable knight in disguise. Necessarily, then, we also have two heroines, the earlier of whom, Agnes, is quite well-drawn, and the latter of whom, Isoline, gets very short shrift indeed until the last few chapters. The story is carefully not completely anti-English (what nationality is Aguilar, anyhow?): the Duke of Gloucester and his wife are particularly flatteringly portrayed. It makes a good romantic read; a good tale of "chivalry in the olden days", but somehow this version of the Robert the Bruce I learned about in school is too soft in the middle, too mannerly, too full of finer feelings. Hero, yes, but knight in shining armour? As for Nigel the hero of the first half (ostensibly R.B.'s brother), he has nothing to do with common mortals at all. But for all my negative comments, I enjoyed this book tremendously; it had some good, sentimental moments in it, was well-shaped within the limitations imposed by the 2-hero rift, and was altogether superior, I thought, to a great many of today's historical novels. "One of the more well written books I have read, with unbelievable, edge of your seat, breathtaking, plot twist and exploits. I highly recommend this book to history affeciananos, book lovers, and adventure seekers everwhere!" Excerpt from The Days of Bruce: He knows it not; for, sixteen years my senior, he has ever held me as a child taking little heed of his wayward course; and yet my heart has throbbed beneath his word, his look, as if he were not what he seemed, but would--but must be something more." "I ever thought thee but a wild enthusiast, gentle Nigel, and this confirms it. Mystery, aye, such mystery as ever springs from actions at variance with reason, judgment, valor--with all that frames the patriot. Would that thou wert the representative of thy royal line; wert thou in Earl Robert's place, thus, thus would Alan kneel to thee and hail thee king!" "Peace, peace, thou foolish boy, the crown and scepter have no charm for me; let me but see my country free, the tyrant humbled, my brother as my trusting spirit whispers he shall be, and Nigel asks no more."

Whenever Ramon Delcasar boarded a railroad train he indulged a habit, not uncommon among men, of choosing from the women passengers the one whose appearance most pleased him to be the object of his attention during the journey. If the woman were reserved or well-chaperoned, or if she obviously belonged to another man, this attention might amount to no more than an occasional discreet glance in her direction. He never tried to make her acquaintance unless her eyes and mouth unmistakably invited him to do so.

On the eve of her sixteenth birthday, Niamh sneaks out to attend the festival of Beltaine and soon encounters a mysterious young man.When she has to choose between running deeper into a dark forest with a supernatural creature that shouldn't exist or facing an unknown threatchasing her, Niamh discovers she will have to rethink everything she knows about the Fae.Sometimes love needs a little push in the right direction.Or a good and proper shove.At least that’s what Dianna Trowl believes, profusely, or else she’d never have done what she did.It would have been foolish, it would have been a scandal, if…it hadn’t of worked.But it did, and sometimes the price to pay for a gentleman’s attention is worth every penny. And convincing Lord Southridge to believe in love at first sight? Priceless.

Despite all the beauty and virtues expected of faerie tale princesses, Alix labored under a terrible curse: she was too smart, too knowledgeable, too capable. To set herself free, she had to kill the monstrous firedrake; though afterword, they became great friends…(Newly proofed and reformatted) Despite all the beauty and virtues expected of faerie tale princesses, Alix labored under a terrible curse: she was too smart, too knowledgeable, too capable. To set herself free, she had to kill the monstrous firedrake; though afterword, they became great friends…Princess Alix's effortless intelligence so infuriates her father the king that he locks her up in a castle, utterly alone. To free herself, the ruthlessly logical princess must open her skeptical eyes to the magic all around her, beginning with the christening gifts that the faeries gave her as a baby. Only then, with their help and the help of Jack Brambel, an amiable duke-in-training, can Alix free herself, win her deadly battle with the monstrous firedrake, save her country, and revive the love of her father.

A murdered family and Sallis is determined to see justice done. Or is his motive nothing more than revenge?Sallis ti Ath is now well established in his adopted home of Marka and is looking forward to settling down in the city with his love.Murder sets Sallis on a path of vengeance and he begins a chase to the furthest edges of Markan influence. On the way, he is forced to challenge his own beliefs concerning justice and the Gift.The Malefic Sephiroth is waiting to move against one of the most celebrated and feared bounty-hunters Marka has ever seen. If they can turn Sallis against the Gift, they will win a great weapon in their struggle against the ilvenworld itself.

Beth was transformed from a nobody to a somebody, but now she's B-list again. She -- and everybody else -- got played by Kaia, Kane and Harper. Nobody can comfort Miranda, who feels so betrayed that she's sworn revenge. Adam is lashing out at anybody who will listen -- or buy him a drink. And somebody is stalking Kaia; looks like Reed won't stand for sloppy seconds.... Revenge is the name of the game. And for somebody, it's game over.

Egil and Nix, adventurers and swords for hire, are pulled into the dark schemes of a decadent family with a diabolical secret. A fast paced adventure redolent with the best of classic sword and sorcery tales. File Under: Fantasy [ Swords - Hammers - Deadly Secrets - Time To Die ]