From New York Times bestselling author Megan Hart comes a haunting and insightful novel about a woman trying to find her place in the world…Brought up in the savage captivity of her unstable grandmother's rural Pennsylvania home, Mari Calder once yearned for rescue. Now she struggles every day to function as an adult in the confines of normal society. Left with only a foggy recollection of her childhood, she's consumed with being a dutiful wife to her husband, Ryan, and mother to their two children.But an unexpected twist of events returns her to that long-forgotten house in the woods. Soon, Mari is greeted with reminders of a past life, the clarified memories only inviting a new level of strangeness into her fragile world. To protect her family, she must find the beautiful, powerful strength hidden in her inner chaos. Because someone is bent on exploiting Mari's trauma, and as normal and wild begin to blend, a string of devastating truths force Mari to question all she thought she knew.

Very little is known for certain of one of the most important events in the history of the world, the coming of the Englishmen to England. It took a long time, fully a century, from 450 A.D. to 550 A.D., and they came constantly, in small detachments for the most part, landing on the coast, in all directions, from the Forth to the Isle of Wight. They came amidst the ruins of the mighty Roman Empire, a new race of empire–founders, with all the germs of a still mightier future. The new–comers from the older Angeln or England, now called Sleswig, came in the greatest numbers. We know not why, but it certainly was a wholesale movement. They kept launching their small fleets of dragon ships, and crossing the North Sea with their gods, their doorposts, and their beautiful golden–haired wives and children, until none were left. They brought with them all the deep religious feeling, all the imaginative mythology, all the heroic tales of the old land. They first disembarked on the coast between the Forth and the Tees, driving back the natives into Strathclyde, after a struggle which lasted for many years. Among them came Ida the son of Eoppa, with twelve sons, in forty dragon ships full of English warriors. He founded the castle of Bambrough on the coast, which was at first surrounded with a hedge and afterwards with a wall; and in 547 A.D. he became king of the country of Bernicia, between the Forth and the Tees. Ida was surnamed the "Flame–bearer." He reigned for twelve years in Bernicia, when Ethelric his son succeeded him. Many more warriors landed on the coast between the Tees and the Humber. In 559 A.D. their Eolderman, named Ella, the son of Iffi, the son of Wuscfrea, and 12th in descent from Woden, became king of the more southern Northumbrian kingdom of Deira. When they were settled in their kingdom of Deira, with Ella as their king, and Elfric as their leader in war, the sea–rovers became farmers, ready to defend their possessions and to fight for the acquisition of more territory for their countrymen. They were the ceorls or freemen assembling in communities of families, within a boundary or mark, and known by a common name with the addition of the patronymic ing. The ceorl owned a hide of land, bore arms, had a vote, and took part in the thing, or general assembly of his mark. The union of marks formed a wapentake (Vopnatak), from the custom of touching the chief's spear in token of fealty. The union of Wapentakes formed the Scire or Shire with its Shiremót. The Ceorl was the freeman, while the Eorl was the nobleman or chief in peace and war, and the Eolderman was a prince of the family of the Cyning (from cyne, generous) or king, who wore the cynehelm or circlet of gold. The Englishmen came with their immemorial gods, and their grand old traditions. Woden was their All–father and Creator, Thor the mighty enemy of giants and trolls, Tyr the god of war. They invoked Balder the bright and fair of aspect; Freyr, who presided over rain and sunshine; Niord, who ruled the winds; Ægir, god of the ocean; and many more. "Our forefathers derived comfort in affliction, support in difficulty, from the belief that the gods watched over them. They bent in gratitude for the blessings they conferred, and were guided and directed in the daily business of life by the conviction of their responsibility to higher powers than any which they recognised in the world around them." A religious feeling was the basis of their respect for law—of their loyalty, of their free institutions, and of those customs and habits of thought which were the foundation–stones of the edifice of English liberty. These old warriors brought with them to their new homes all those germs which were fertilised by their virtues, and watered with the lifeblood of their valour, until, in the course of centuries, they grew up to form the greatest nation this earth has ever seen, a fruitful and beneficent tree, spreading its branches far and wide round the world.

It was night—the Duchess was in bed. Her hand shaded her wakeful eyes from the light of a silver lamp fed with perfumed oil, which shone only on what was calculated to please the taste, minister to the luxury, and display the wealth of the owner. Rare paintings of Scriptural and mythological subjects decorated the walls, the ceiling was richly moulded and gilt, the floor of polished marble was only partially covered with fine matting, a few choice statuettes and vases occupied brackets and niches; the massive toilette service and [Pg 2]mirror-frame of precious metal were shaded by some texture of light silvery tissue; while half-open cabinets and caskets revealed priceless jewels and fragrant perfumes. On a velvet cushion lay an illuminated missal and a rosary.Here was every outward appliance, one might think, to make a favourite of fortune happy; but the good and honest face of the Duchess, which spoke her every thought, did not look so. The night was sultry; she had tried to sleep, but could not; and now she was feverishly endeavouring to think of something pleasant, without success.The deep stone windows of her apartment, which were open, commanded a small garden sleeping in the moonlight, where terraces were cut on a declivity; and where Cupid and Psyche, Diana with her hounds, and Apollo with his bow, gleamed white among orange, lemon, and myrtle. This little pleasaunce was [Pg 3]shut in within the walls of a strong baronial castle; and beyond them lay the little town of Fondi, consisting of a single street built on the Appian Way. Beyond it, a lake, a forest, a marsh, stretching down to the blue brimming Mediterranean. The little town seemed steeped in sleep: the silence was intense........

Harry Milvaine, also known as, The Wanderings of a Wayward Boy by Gordon Stables. Excerpt from the book: Young Harry Milvaine stood beside the water-tank, and the water-tank itself stood just outside the back kitchen door. He was hardly high enough, however, to look right over it and down into it, though it was full to the brim—overflowing in fact, and the water still pouring in from the spout that led from the house-top. But Harry was of an inventive turn of mind, young though he was, so he went and fetched a stable bucket, and very heavy he thought it; but when he turned this upside down and mounted on the bottom, he was possessed of a coign of vantage which was all that could be desired.Harry had mastered the situation.This a great book for young boys. There are adventures at sea and in the Artic.This sounds like a very inventive boy, a young “MacGyver”. •This book contains some illustrations•This book uses the old spellings and words from the era when it was written

This is a novel about a black and white relationship in a small Maine town that explores the many forms of prejudice, particularly that of a racist Nazi group that hounds the couple and causes tragedy, but also many other external ways--class, religion, sexual orientation, even appearance and personality-- that people use to unfairly judge others.Lowell Edgecomb returns home to Maine after a successful career in Chicago and an unsuccessful relationship. At a friendly softball game he meets Fiona Sparrow, the daughter of a single mother and a black father. He is drawn to her shy sweetness, perhaps because like her he too is a child of a single mother and has long felt an empty space inside because of it. But their relationship meets resistance from a local racist Nazis group at the same time Lowell’s half-brother, Bill Paine, becomes ensnared by another softball player, this one a predatory female, Marilyn Prence, who causes Bill to betray his wife and little child. These two chance meetings at a friendly softball game lead in twisted paths involving many other characters to both tragedy and redemption while the novel explores the many external ways—race, class, religion, sexual orientation, even appearance and personality—people judge each other.

Seven poems encompassing the theme of Adam and his fall from Eden. Poems are for believer and non-believer alike.There is a poem for Father Adam and Mother Eve. The sorrow of the fall, a vindication based on ignorance, the errors of Solomon addressed, a poem portending the end of war between the nations, and one on the purification of art focused on Hollywood.

Brent Grimes is listed as a homeless resident of the East Side Men's shelter...only thing is, he's not homeless. Not only that, but his annual salary is well above the six figure mark. Brent's fraternity has him commissioned to perform a certain task at the East Side; and if he fails, his boss will make him pay dearly for coming up short.Brent Grimes is listed as a homeless resident of the East Side Men's shelter...only thing is, he's not or never has been homeless. Not only that, but his annual salary is well above the six figure mark. Brent's fraternity has him commissioned to perform a certain task at the East Side; and failure is not an option. Brent's boss will see to that. Will Brent get this mission completed to his boss' satisfaction, or will he have to pay dire consequences for coming up short?

An anxious mother contemplates the life and choices of her troubled teenage son on the day of the Black Saturday bush fires in country Victoria (Australia).It is February 2009 - the day of the Black Saturday bush fires in country Victoria. It's early in the morning when Colleen ventures out to her verandah, preoccupied with the painful reflections on the troubled life of her young son, Guy. He's had a tough time of it, and who can blame him for his self-imposed isolation. But Colleen can't help wondering about some worrying interests that have consumed him of late. Where is he now, and what's he doing?

A collection of pieces by contemporary Irish authors on John Milington Synge, from arguement to homage, from the school-room to the stage. Contributors include: offer Sebastian Barry, Marina Carr, Anthony Cronin,Roddy Doyle, Anne Enright, Hugo Hamilton, Joseph O'Connor, Mary O'Malley, Fintan O'Toole, Colm Toibin and Vincent Woods. Includes the One Act Synge play, 'When the Moon has Set'.

An archaeologist working in modern Egypt, near Luxor, wonders if she is an incarnation from the time of the Pharaohs. Perhaps she had once been a stately Queen who died while in youthful beauty. On a solitary walk towards the Valley of The Tombs of The Queens she does bridge time – and she gains insight.The great span of Egyptian history stimulates a Canadian archaeologist working in the Theban hills near the modern city of Luxor. Her original interest in archaeology had come from romantic notions of getting closer to the people of the past – of bridging time by treading the same ground, by touching the same stones as those people. In the Canadian Plains of her childhood a building was considered ancient if it had been built last century, and such antiquity was not usually considered at all desirable. Perhaps she herself was a reincarnation from the time of the Pharaohs. Perhaps she had once been a stately Queen. One who had died while in youthful beauty and had been buried in the Royal Tombs nearby. On a solitary walk towards the Valley of The Tombs of The Queens she does bridge time – and she gains insight.

Writer/ Photographer Steven Anton Butler's (S.A.B.)first chapbook. The Eccentricities of S. A. B. Vol. 1.Writer/ Photographer Steven Anton Butler's (S.A.B.) first chapbook is a string of poems forming a loose narrative that focuses on the young poet's life. S. A. B. builds his own platform in Homoerotic poetry through his free verse and highly engaging prose. S. A. B. adds his own twist to an old medium in literature, that every poet must tackle within their work one way or another; his "Story of my Life. "

Nicole always thought her friend Lucy's life was so much better than hers. She had cooler parents and a cuter boyfriend--next to her, Nicole felt like a loser. So when Lucy asked if she wanted to switch bodies, Nicole thought it sounded like a fun idea. Good for a laugh.She didn't realize the switch would actually work. Or that Lucy's life might not be so sweet after all. Turns out, Lucy's got a few issues. And she's about to get her revenge--using Nicole's body!

Twenty Flash Fiction stories with a dash of Romance, Crime, Vice and Contemplative moments in the September 2015 East Africa Friday Feature.Stories from East Africa.The EA Friday Feature is a circle of 5 writers who write flash fiction stories of only 1,000 words every Friday. The September Anthology includes a collection of twenty (20) stories, spanning across different genres. From sweet hesitant romance, pyramid schemes and misjudged love to vice, crime and heartbreak, these stories will sink you into adventure.