She didn’t want this, but she could never go back. She is the best, but wasn’t prepared to pay the price. She is a soldier, but isn’t legally an adult. She is Miles, the perfect candidate." The notion that he had travelled in time was both alarming and thrilling, but there had been no time machine, no pimped-out DeLorean DMC-12 in which to ride. He’d only walked through that abandoned house."Going back in time 13 minutes was a neat trick for Austin Baker. It allowed him to get to school at the same time he left his house. But when Jordan Baxter followed him into Number 13, he disappeared completely.Where (and when) Jordan went is a mystery that Austin is compelled to solve. It will take him on the strangest and most dangerous journey of his life...

An itty-bitty short fantasy about an unexpected early morning encounter of companionship under a Harvest Moon.The year is 2043, the life has come to the point where the animal instincts of survival often came into play. The human race is in danger of already taking control “Company.” After the implementing of the microchips and brain waves scan, the things went out of control... Alan is a member of a underground society, working for the good of the human society, preparing and educating the people of the important and forgotten ideals, protecting them from silent enslavement. Courage, honesty, bravery, qualities long gone. No one knows whether Alan and his group will be able to save what has left from the true vibration of the universe, pulsating in each and every one of us. Hope is non existent if action is not present...

A new collection of short stories by Tommy Dakar. From humour to intrigue, from irony to philosophy, each piece has been carefully constructed to perform its task.An observant boy goes to the park, returns home, and has a conversation with his mother in a fabricated, unlikely, never-happened, plausible, impossible, invented, realistic coming-of-age story. What Never Happened: An Observation, a short story, was first published in Waccamaw, Issue 7.From What Never Happened, An Observation:I was a boy. (Dear reader, for the last time I say to you, please remember that this is only a story, meant to comfort friends, relations, and acquaintances, and as such it only exists in your head and those heads who have heard it.) As a boy, I was not especially different than other boys, though I was somewhat indifferent towards them. Of girls, I remember the existence of none save my mother and other assorted relatives: a passel of cousins, an aunt, and a grandmother. I was predominantly interested in myself, though not in a selfish way. I was simply not aroused by games of sport or make-believe or conversation. Allow me to make myself clear: sport, make-believe, and conversation were three of my most cherished pastimes, but they were activities I preferred to conduct with myself. With others these pastimes were diluted, somehow losing their piquancy.What I was most passionate about, though, was observing. I would sit for hours in the same spot, quietly taking mental note of my surroundings. I would not speak my observations, nor would I write them down. I would simply take mental note of the position of a fork on a table, of the number of tines it had, of the sharpness of those tines, of the curvature of the head, of how gracefully the head met the handle at the neck, of any ornamentation on the handle, of any fingerprints. I would note the construction of the table, how its disparate parts were joined, the lay of the grain of the wood, the pattern of the sunlight splashed on the tabletop, the angle of sunlight entering through the window, the shape of a leaf outside the window. When I could fit words to my observations, I did (silently), but I never forced the issue. I did not wish to force my surrounding reality to conform to words if no words were adequate. For example, if the pattern of light on the table was rhombic, I would say so silently to myself, and so too if I could say with reasonable probability that the light passing through the window (forgiving refraction) entered the kitchen at an angle of 30, 45, or 60 degrees while my mother spread peanut butter and jelly on bread for me, I would use just those words. But more often than not, the pattern of light was decidedly unrhombic and indeed indescribable, just as the angle of the sunlight’s penetration was generally immeasurable and inestimable. In such instances, I would wordlessly observe and make wordless mental note. The words, after all, were not what I was after. Words were merely tools. I was after the thing itself.

What happens when you take two sisters stuck in middle age and join them with two sisters struggling to enter adulthood and stir them all together in the cauldron of life's trials? This novel picks up the story of Brooke and Leah Fulcher now in their fifties and adds Jodie and Penni, Brooke's daughters, to their mix, creating emotional entanglements beyond the sum of those parts.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 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.

Raw stories, thoughts, experiences; hopes, dreams and fantasies from a passionate young woman. One could feel a bit subconscious about the naiveté of it all, the almost childlike thoughts and ideas of sexuality, loneliness and desires. Although some could relate with her words of intimacy and frustration. In this Ashley's third poetry collection, she is raw, open and exposed again in 58 poems.Raw stories, thoughts, experiences; hopes, dreams and fantasies from a passionate young woman. One could feel a bit subconscious about the naiveté of it all, the almost childlike thoughts and ideas of sexuality, loneliness and desires. Although some could relate with her words of intimacy and frustration. In this Ashley Rebecca Kingston's third poetry collection, she is raw, open and exposed again in 58 different poems.

The past returns to haunt a guilt-stricken man who survived a tragic Antarctic expedition decades earlier in this powerful and thought-provoking novel from the author of *Schindler’s List* A professor at an Australian university, Alec Ramsey has lived an eventful life, much of which he is reluctant to discuss. In the 1920s, he was a member of a small expedition to Antarctica that resulted in the tragic death of its leader and Ramsey’s dear friend, Stephen Leeming. Four decades later, Ramsey has yet to make peace with himself over two things: He had slept with Leeming’s wife just prior to their embarkation, and his friend had still been alive when Ramsey left him behind on the ice at the bottom of the world. Closemouthed avoidance has enabled Ramsey to go on with his life in academia, despite the “betrayal obsessions” that have become an integral part of his being, even though what he so vividly recalls may or may not be the truth. But now there will be no silencing Ramsey’s inner demons—because, after forty years frozen in the Antarctic, Leeming’s body has finally been found. An enthralling, profoundly affecting novel of guilt, perception, and endurance, The Survivor is a gripping story from award-winning author Thomas Keneally. Intriguing and intelligent, it is a masterful fictional journey through the complex labyrinth of the human heart and psyche.

He's a "lemon drop wrapped in licorice": tall, dark, handsome, and as smooth as his silk shirts and leather jacket. He can discuss everything from art to world events, he's traveled the world, and he owns a Jeep, a condo, and a jazz CD collection. But best of all, twenty-three-year-old Jonathan Hathaway, the new track coach and the principal's son, has his golden eyes set on Keisha Montgomery. In her senior year of high school, still recovering from the suicide of her ex-boyfriend, Keisha's thrilled to have someone treat her like a woman rather than a girl. As Jonathan tells her, she's a butterfly ready to try her wings -- much too mature for high school boys, whose only deep thoughts are words from rap songs. Jonathan makes her feel alive again; he seems like the answer to all her dreams and the cure to all her nightmares. Gifts wrapped with silver ribbons begin to mysteriously appear on her doorstep, and Keisha is swept off her feet. But events take a terrifying turn, and suddenly darkness overwhelms her life.... As Keisha struggles to put her world back in perspective, she learns the power and the danger of silence, and discovers the secret gifts that had been waiting for her all along.

Jersey Cameron has always loved a good storm. Watching the clouds roll in and the wind pick up. Smelling the electricity in the air. Dancing barefoot in the rain. She lives in the Midwest, after all, where the weather is sure to keep you guessing. Jersey knows what to do when the tornado sirens sound. But she never could have prepared for this. When her town is devastated by a tornado, Jersey loses everything. As she struggles to overcome her grief, she's sent to live with relatives she hardly knows-family who might as well be strangers. In an unfamiliar place, can Jersey discover that even on the darkest of days, there are some things no tornado can destroy? In this powerful and poignant novel, acclaimed author Jennifer Brown delivers a story of love, loss, hope, and survival.

Taking us from smoggy Los Angeles to the woods of Idaho, from Hawaii at the turn of the twentieth century to the post-Civil War frontier, these riveting stories trace the perils and occasional triumphs of lawmen and -women who put themselves in harm's way to face down the bad guys. Some of them even walk the edge of becoming bad guys themselves. In T. Jefferson Parker's "Skinhead Central," an ex-cop and his wife find unexpected menace in the idyllic setting they have chosen for their retirement. In Alafair Burke's "Winning," a female officer who is attacked in the line of duty must protect her own husband from his worst impulses. In Michael Connelly's "Father's Day," Harry Bosch faces one of his most emotionally trying cases, investigating a young boy's death. These are hard-hitting, thrilling, and utterly unforgettable stories, from some of the best writers in the mystery world.

Near to the Wild Heart is Clarice Lispector's first novel, written from March to November 1942 and published around her twenty-third birthday. The novel, written in a stream-of-consciousness style reminiscent of the English-language Modernists, centers around the childhood and early adulthood of a character named Joana, who bears strong resemblance to her author: "Madame Bovary, c'est moi", Lispector said, quoting Flaubert, when asked about the similarities. The book, particularly its revolutionary language, brought its young, unknown creator to great prominence in Brazilian letters and earned her the prestigious Graça Aranha Prize. Joana, a young woman very much in the mode of existential contemporaries like Camus and Sartre, ponders the meaning of life, the freedom to be one's self, and the purpose of existence. Near to the Wild Heart does not have a conventional narrative plot. It instead recounts flashes from the life of Joana, between her present, as a young woman, and her early childhood. These focus, like most of Lispector's works, on interior, emotional states of mind.

Heirs to a great dynasty, the Delaney brothers were united by blood, united by devotion to their rugged land ... and known far and wide as THE SHAMROCK TRINITY. Powerful men... rakes and charmers... they needed only love to make their lives complete. Rafe Delaney was a heartbreaker whose ebony eyes held laughing devils and whose lilting voice could charm any lady -- or any horse -- until a stallion named Diablo left him in the dust. It took Maggie O'Riley to work her magic on the impossible horse...and on his bold owner. No woman had jolted Rafe Delaney's heart until this tiny dynamo had come to Shamrock Ranch; now her grace and strength made him yearn to share the raw beauty of his land, to teach her the exquisite pleasure of yielding to the heat inside her. Maggie was stirred by Rafe's passion, but would his reputation and her ambition keep their kindred spirits apart?

Sarah Robinson and her family are shipwrecked on a remote and mysterious island. Their food is scarce and there's no sign of rescue. They have seen strange creatures, rescued a mysterious girl, and found The Curator, who has captured Sarah's father and stepbrother to use in a bizarre time-travel experiment. And then the only man who knows about the island comes back—he's looking for buried treasure and won't leave without it, even if it means leaving the Robinsons stranded. Sarah knows an important key to finding the treasure, but will she keep it a secret?

Feeling sad, Kiki ice skates in Central Park. Wishing to be happy, she twirls so fast, she spins into a world called, Ice Dreamland. She meets Cocovanilla. And, like an Avatar, Kiki merges with her. She learns Ice Dreamland's in danger. To save the planet, she must carry The Ice Veil to the Queen’s palace. On her journey she befriends enchanted creatures, outwits bullies,and find true happiness.The Killing Machine:Theo Daniels has spent his life learning the art of death. Military. CIA. Black Ops. For the last five years, he used his skills to help people, to do good in the world.Then his world was shattered. Now Daniels travels the world seeking revenge. He has become the Killing Machine.Episode One: The Duel:In THE DUEL, Daniels goes looking for answers in a remote mansion in Northern California. But this is no millionaire's playhouse. This is a training ground for an international clan of assassins. These men might claim to be the most lethal assassins on earth, but they're about to proven wrong when they cross blades with the Killing Machine.Part One of a 5 story series.Contains strong violence.4500 words, or approx. 18 paperback pages.

a novel by Peter Anderson: more information can be found at www.kuboapress.wordpress.comMany brave men had died fighting against Quasar, Admiral Amundsen, Captain Olsen led the list, but many others aided them, but only at the very end did they come to realise just what kind of enemy they were up against.Even his creators had not envisaged the mental power that their creation would attain, and use, when it began to draw upon the technology of the advanced organic civilization, it was awesome to the extreme. Unfortunately, for the Mechanoids and the rest of the universe, Quasar soon developed a personality and outgrew his limited programming, so he reprogrammed himself, and then he began on his relentless quest to rule over an empire. Unfortunately for him something kept on getting in his way, finally it was four people from the planet of Earth who were drawn into one man’s desperate battle to rid the universe of Quasar for ever, but how could they succeed when three empires had tried and failed.