Max Smith, a clockmaker's assistant, is far from Edwardian London, in a world destroyed by war - 100 years in his future! Held captive by the despicable Beau Riche, King of London, Max is caught up in the world-conquering machinations of Ben Landon, Envoy of the Protestant-Moslem Republic of Texas.Armed with the mysterious Eye of Time he must decide whether to save the world... or destroy it!Eight short stories covering the range from mythical through fantasy to inter-dimensional, and more! Thought-provoking commentary on altruism, greed and politics. Witty, pithy and pointed, these stories will please many different tastes. These previously unpublished stories include: Death and Taxes, Captive Audience, A Walk on the Wind, The Book of Fate, The Castle-O-Lantern, Catspaw, Hunting Licence, and Involunteer.

One of the greatest medieval warriors Harald Sigurdsson, nicknamed Hardrada, fell in battle in an attempt to snatch the crown of England. This book reconstructs his military career spanning three and a half decades and involving encounters with a range of allies and enemies in sea-fights and land battles, sieges and raids.

With her brother, her dearest friend, and the country she loves all hanging in the balance, Eartha must do the unthinkable to ensure her brother’s victory in the stag hunt. Sometimes true love needs a helping hand...or some blood to be spilled.In ancient Britannia, the warrior who brought down the king stag was named the defender of the land.Eartha’s brother Balen has been in love with Princess Galiene since they were children. Upon the death of the High King, the tribesmen of the realm vie for the throne, and with it, the hand of the fair princess.Balen is desperate to win his lady, but a rival tribesman is equally determined to keep them apart.With her brother, her dearest friend, and the country she loves all hanging in the balance, Eartha must do the unthinkable to ensure her brother’s victory in the stag hunt. Sometimes true love needs a helping hand...or some blood to be spilled.

It happened at 10:57 on a sun-drenched morning in March in the middle of the first reading (Exodus 17:3-7) just as the lector, Bill Potter, read aloud about Moses striking the Rock of Horeb and the water flowing forth for the people, and their children, and their livestock to drink.Heidi King is the new voice of horrorThe twists and turns of the maze were exasperating but I was determined to reach the source of the noise. Then all at once I turned into a small clearing and saw Maria, completely naked. Her skin was ghostly white in the green lights that lit the labyrinth. Even then she was beautiful. She kept digging a small hole, oblivious to my presence. I walked up to her and said,“Maria,” and gently touched her elbow. I startled her. She jerked forward, towards me and tripped backwards into the hole she had been digging. I felt a deep chill and dark sense that I broken something I wasn’t supposed to touch. She squinted at me. “Matt?” she murmured.“No,” I said slowly. She looked disappointed. “Why are you digging?” I asked.She hesitated and looked around. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Where am I?”Suddenly she stood straight up in the shallow hole and began frantically wiping the palm of her hand as though she were looking for some kind of answer there. She stopped just as quickly and raised her hand slowly to allow the light to catch some kind of symbol drawn on the palm of her hand. I saw her eyes widen in abject terror as if she was watching her own shocking death on the palm of her hand. I think she stopped breathing. Her mouth was wide open like she wanted to scream. She looked down at her body. She began running her hands up her bare thighs to her vagina. I saw something odd there and Maria’s expression changed from horror to disgust, like she was about to vomit. I tried to grasp what could possibly be protruding from between her legs. It slowly started oozing out covered in blood. It dropped to the ground. It was a bulbous vial full of what must have only been blood.Her eyes looked like they would bulge out of the sockets. She collapsed in a hysterical fit and began to scream. I reached down to comfort her but she only screamed louder, transgressing into semi-coherent ranting in English and Spanish. “Rip the zipper, separate my flesh, she won’t be born… yellow, yellow, yellow teeth!” Over and over again convulsing wildly until all at once she passed out. I wrapped her in the red rain jacket I had come to The Lost and Found for. Suddenly Mike appeared out of the dark gloom and in a flurry of movement he scooped Maria up and whisked her into the passages of the labyrinth. A bizarre satyr carrying a limp maiden into the night best describes the unreal image etched into my eyes.“Did Dr. Stephen try to draw a symbol on your hand? Where was Matt? Was it a syringe?” Over and over I would be asked these same questions by my friends, the families, the Panamanian police, but most of all I questioned myself. Over and over again, while I tried to forget, while I literally washed the splattered blood to remove all signs of the sick horror at The Lost and Found. I want to put this to rest and move on with my life even if I can never return to a completely normal life. So once and for all I am going to plunge into the dark corners of the garden of my memories. In the following pages I use the words of those involved; the blogs, the emails and personal diaries and when I have to; my words. With these pages I take the shovel and I will bury this tragedy forever. This is what happened.

It's Daylight Saving's Time, and the hour Two is mad as hell that her hour is being taken away.Daylight Saving's Time is a new policy in the corporation of Time, and the hour Two is not happy. She loses her hour to hour Three for nothing. So, she decides she will not take it and travels up the corporate ladder to do something about it. She goes to Summer, Winter, Spring, and even Annual to get someone to listen to her. She will not have her hour handed over to Three just in the name of progress.

This is the lyrical text of a musical that I am writing. I need to partner with a composer. Maybe the words will bring you joy.The Unfinished Musical is just that, an unfinished musical. It started off as a light comedy about a worker at an amusement park and somehow evolved into a blues-gospel hybrid. Basically its about one man's discovery of faith and that life isn't as bad as he thinks it is.Or not. I don't know, I leave it up to the reader to form your own opinion about what it all means.

A brief tome of poetry and essays written to remember a remarkable woman/mother/grandmother who endured much emotional and physical pain and suffering in her lifetime but nonetheless loved intensely and persevered until her last breath to rear a family that strives to carry on her legacy of kindness.The first in a series of stories about the darker side of the life of fairies.

The Noah girls have beauty, powers, and brains.They use all three to play their games.They blow the dust,the boys are crushed,and no one is ever the same.Falling in love can be a bewitch. “Pretty Little Liars meets The Craft.” ~ School Journal review The Noah girls have beauty, powers, and brains.They use all three to play their games.They blow the dust,the boys are crushed,and no one is ever the same. A delightful mix of magic and romance with a twist of suspense enjoyed by all ages. Kristen and her sisters play a thrilling game each year to see who is the brightest witch in their household. They each pick a boy, blow magical dust in his face, and compel them to do their bidding. But being a senior is harder than Kristen imagined. Everyone seems to want something from her, and she’s being pulled in several different directions. So it isn’t that much of a shocker when she gets angry and blows pink dust into the wrong boy’s face. Zach Bevian, also know as tall, dark, and scary, is the exact opposite of the boy she should have chosen as her pawn. He’s too strong willed, too angry, and way too gorgeous. Worse yet, Zach is hiding something, a secret darker than hers. The question is, will she find love with him or will her reckless choice get her killed?REVIEWS FOR CRUSHED:"I've come to love her writing. She putsjust the right amount or humor, drama, and action in, with a beautifulparanormal storyline and strong plot. Breathtaking romances."               -I Heart YA books"This book is a fastpaced adventure that hooks you in and keeps you reading... cannot wait to read more."             -A Tale of Many Reviews"Overall, Crushed is a quick and interesting read..."            -Readiing with ABC"I am LOVING this book! The alternating POVs between the two main protagonists hooked me on this story almost immediately..."            -The Book Hookup"I found the twists in the story very entertaining and really did not see them coming, which is always a fantastic treasure find when you read a lot."             -Cubicle Blindness"Crushed lived up to my every expectation."              -Just One More Chapter"I feel the characters are well developed and easy to relate to, which makes for an enjoyable read. I really loved this book."              -The Reading Diaries"If you want a great book of magic, popularity, and magic, read this book. You will adore the bad boy Zach, see the envy of the sisters, and learn that dark magic just creeps around the world. I give it 5 Bites."              -Books with Bite

When a group of curious Archaeological students receive a text specified with co-ordinates, they immediately begin their own quest by following the trail, ultimately leading them into a trap; they stumble upon, what they think, is an age old buried scripture, but it doesn't stop there.Now they must dig deep to unravel the mystery, which would shake the entire Archaeological community of BaltimoreWhen a group of curious Archaeological students receive a text specified with co-ordinates, they immediately begin their own quest by following the trail, ultimately leading them into a trap; they stumble upon, what they think, is an age old buried scripture, but it doesn't stop there.Now they must dig deep to unravel the mystery, which would shake the entire Archaeological community of Baltimore.Their every single move are being watched. A mystery that's worth killing. Some things are always meant to be buried in the past.

Agents 32 and 33 of the so-called psecret psociety travel from Charlotte to Winston-Salem (NC, USA) to search for more clues on a majestic spring Saturday. They sample several downtown spots and leave their own breadcrumbs. The next day, it's a lakeside conclusion.Oddly ordinary, yet surreal in spots.Approx. 3,800 words.Malloy went undetected.Hear Me, Follow me and Contact me is another short poem written to discover others that might enjoy my writings.A Taste Of My Thoughts is more poems to complete my journey of a 1000 poems.

Based on true events, this beautifully rendered novel from the author of Schindler's List and The Daughters of Mars brilliantly explores a World War II prison camp, where Japanese prisoners resolve to take drastic action to wipe away their shame. Alice is a young woman living on her father-in-law's farm on the edge of an Australian country town, while her husband is held prisoner in Europe. When Giancarlo, an Italian anarchist at the prisoner-of-war camp down the road, is assigned to work on the farm, she hopes that being kind to him will somehow influence her husband's treatment. What she doesn't anticipate is how dramatically Giancarlo will expand her outlook and self-knowledge. But what most challenges Alice and her fellow townspeople is the utter foreignness of the thousand-plus Japanese inmates and their culture, which the camp commanders fatally misread. Mortified by being taken alive in battle and preferring a violent death to the shame of living, they plan an outbreak, to shattering and far-reaching effects on all the citizens around them. In a career spanning half a century, Thomas Keneally has proved a master at exploring ordinary lives caught up in extraordinary events. With this profoundly gripping and thought-provoking novel, inspired by a notorious incident in New South Wales in 1944, he once again shows why he is celebrated as a writer who looks into the heart of the human condition with a piercing intelligence that few can match. - Sunday Telegraph

Daniel Quinn, well known for Ishmael – a life-changing book for readers the world over – once again turns the tables and creates an otherworld that is very like our own, yet fascinating beyond words. Imagine that Nazi Germany was the first to develop an atomic bomb and the Allies surrendered. America was never bombed, occupied, or even invaded, but was nonetheless forced to recognize Nazi world dominance. The Nazis continued to press their campaign to rid the planet of “mongrel races” until eventually the world – from Capetown to Tokyo – was populated by only white faces. Two thousand years in the future people don’t remember, or much care, about this distant past. The reality is that to be human is to be Caucasian, and what came before was literally ancient history having nothing to do with those then living. Now imagine that reincarnation is real, that souls migrate over time from one living creature to another, and that a soul that once animated an American black woman living at the time of World War II now animates an Aryan in Quinn’s new world, and that due to a traumatic accident memories of this earlier incarnation assert themselves. Compared by readers and critics alike to 1984 and Brave New World, After Dachau is a new dystopian classic with much to say about our own time, and the dynamics of human history. From the Trade Paperback edition.

Play a song for me… Musicians are being murdered in New Orleans. But Arnie Watson apparently died by his own hand. When Tyler Anderson plays the saxophone he inherited from Arnie, a soldier and musician who died soon after his return, he believes he sees visions of his friend's life—and death. He becomes convinced Arnie was murdered and that the instrument had something to do with whatever happened, and with whatever's happening all over the city… Tyler knows his theory sounds crazy to the police, so he approaches Danni Cafferty, hoping she and Michael Quinn will find out what the cops couldn't. Or wouldn't. After all, Cafferty and Quinn have become famous for solving unusual crimes. They're partners in their personal lives, too. Quinn's a private investigator and Danni works with him. When they look into the case, they discover a secret lover of Arnie's and a history of jealousies and old hatreds that leads them back to the band Arnie once played with—and Tyler plays with now. They discover that sometimes, for some people, the line between passion and obsession is hard to draw. Only in uncovering the truth can they hope to save others—and themselves—from the deadly hands of a killer.

Nola Sutton has been best friends and neighbors with the Swift boys for practically her whole life. There’s the youngest, Kevin, who never stops talking; the oldest, Brian, who’s always kind and calm; and then there’s Canaan, the ringleader and Nola’s best-best friend. Nola can’t imagine her life without the Swift boys — they’ll always be like this, always be friends. But then everything changes overnight. When the Swifts’ daddy leaves without even saying good-bye, it completely destroys the boys, and all Nola can do is watch. Kevin stops talking and Brian is never around. Even Canaan is drifting away from Nola — hanging out with the neighborhood bullies instead of her. Nola just wants things to go back to the way they were — the way they’ve always been. She tries to pull the boys back to her, only the harder she pulls, the further away they seem. But it’s not just the Swifts whose family is changing, so is Nola’s, and she needs her best friends now more than ever. Can Nola and the Swift boys survive this summer with their friendships intact, or has everything fallen apart for good? Nola’s struggle to save her friends, her unwavering hope, and her belief in the power of friendship make Kody Keplinger’s middle-grade debut a poignant story of loss and redemption.