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Is This How You See Me?

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Is This How You See Me? by Jaime Hernandez Book Summary:

Maggie and Hopey leave their significant others at home and take a weekend road trip to go to a punk scene reunion in their old neighborhood. Threaded throughout are flashbacks to 1979, during the formative stages in their lifelong relationship, as the perceived invincibility of youth is juxtaposed against all of the love, heartbreak, and self-awareness that comes with lives actually lived. Serialized over the past four years in Love and Rockets: New Stories and the new comic book series, Is This How You See Me? collects Hernandez’s unsentimental, long-form masterpiece together for the first time.

How You See Me

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How You See Me by S.E. Craythorne Book Summary:

Composed entirely of letters from one man, this brilliantly unsettling debut exposes just how different the truth can appear when seen through another's eyesI've probably lied to you. That's habit. I lie to everyone about my family...Daniel Laird has returned to his remote family home in Norfolk to care for his ailing artist father. Living an isolated existence—with his father unable to speak and only their brusque housekeeper, Maggie, for company—Daniel describes the strangeness of coming home after an eight-year absence in a series of vivid and passionate letters to his sister, to his boss, and to Alice, his one true love. But it is not until he discovers a hidden cache of his father's paintings that the truth begins to surface. The more Daniel writes, the more we learn about the past and about why he left all those years ago—and the more we begin to fear for those he claims to hold dear. Taut and suspenseful, this powerful novel compulsively unfolds in Daniel's own hand, exploring the terrifying power of the mind to deceive, not only others but—most frightening of all—ourselves.

The Next Time You See Me

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The Next Time You See Me by Holly Goddard Jones Book Summary:

When a hard-drinking and unpredictable woman goes missing from her small Southern town, her unhappily dutiful sister, a failed athlete-turned-detective, a socially awkward teen, and a factory worker become connected in unexpected and violent ways.

Now You See Me, Now You Don't

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Now You See Me, Now You Don't by Diana Swanson Book Summary:

Recently widowed Toni MacArthur heads to a small Minnesota town to start a new life. She begins by accepting a position as the junior high principal. Life in this small town becomes complicated as she deals with the superintendents affectionate, hands-on management style, bullying parents, teen drug use, and a sense of unease about being watched. To further complicate matters, a mysterious corpse is found on the steps of the school. What further challenges confront Toni as she struggles to create her uncertain future?

Now You See Me

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Now You See Me by Chris McGeorge Book Summary:

Six went in…only one came out. The Standedge Tunnel, the longest canal tunnel in England, has become one of the rural village of Marsden’s main tourist attractions. Now it’s also a crime scene. Six students went into the tunnel on a private boat. Two and a half hours later, the boat reappeared at the other end of the tunnel carrying only one of the students, Matthew. He had been knocked unconscious and has no memory of what took place in the tunnel. The police suspect he killed his friends, hid the bodies and later moved them to an undisclosed location. But sitting in a cell awaiting trial, Matthew maintains his innocence. When Matthew contacts a famous author asking him for help in return for information he claims to possess about the author’s long-lost wife, it’s an offer that can’t be refused. But before the author can prove Matthew’s innocence, he must first answer a far more unusual question: How did five bodies disappear into thin air?

Poison Apple #4: Now You See Me ...

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Poison Apple #4: Now You See Me ... by Jane B. Mason,Sarah Hines-Stephens Book Summary:

This book has bite . . . When Lena and her best friend Abby find an old Polaroid camera, they never suspect that a creepy ghost story is about to develop! Best friends Lena and Abby love searching through thrift stores for lost treasures. When they find an old Polaroid camera, they can't wait to try it out. But the photos that develop are troubling -- things that weren't really there appear in the pictures. Creepiest of all is the image of a boy, dark and angry looking. He shows up, over and over, clearer each time. Can the girls discover what the ghost boy wants -- before it's too late?

How You See Me, How You Don't

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How You See Me, How You Don't by Cynthia M. Frisby Book Summary:

This book shows readers how the media really works, giving a much deeper insight and context to the uses, gratifications, and effects of media exposure as well as how media stories are framed in order to help audiences understand what it means to be a girl, boy, man, woman, white, black, etc. With chapters and research dedicated to racism, sexism, and other disparities in media, this text goes far beyond the range of traditional readers. New, innovative research studies presented in each chapter of this book have been carefully chosen to keep topic coverage timely and research findings accessible and engaging for students and professionals in the mass media industry. It is no secret that today's media landscape is ever evolving and changing at a fast and furious pace. And although students are familiar with and may be familiar with changing media environments like social media and digital technologies, they may not understand how these media changes have affected others and exactly what these changes mean. This book shows readers how the media really works, giving a much deeper insight and context to the uses, gratifications, and effects of media exposure as well as how media stories are framed in order to help audiences understand what it means to be a girl, boy, man, woman, white, black, etc.

Now You See Me

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Now You See Me by Emma Haughton Book Summary:

Three years ago, Hannah's best friend Danny Geller vanished without trace. Not knowing if he's alive or dead, she struggles to move on with a life shrouded in secrets and suspicions... But as hope returns to haunt Danny's family and their desperation is used against them, can Hannah bear to expose the painful truth? Or is it better to live in the dark? A mesmerizing psychological thriller with the most incredible twist you'll read all year. "A must read for fans of a good thriller." - Daisy Chain Book Reviews

Now You See Me

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Now You See Me by Lesley Glaister Book Summary:

Lamb secretly inhabits the cellar of an elderly man for whom she cleans, her life a precarious balancing act, until she meets Doggo, a young criminal on the run. Glimpsing in one another the possibility of finding solace, and maybe even love, they must first learn to trust each other.

Can You See Me Now?

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Can You See Me Now? by Frank Spittle Book Summary:

Ever consider those intoxicating moments life chooses to introduce sex to her innocents? In this gloves-off adventure you'll meet a hooker, a mare in heat and the minister's wife all playing roles in "Whitey" Spittle's sex education. When Granny dies, Whitey's divorced mother reluctantly surrenders, and farms out her ten-year-old handful to a succession of foster homes. Too young, he lacks the tools to compare and evaluate "normal," and views unfamiliar sleeping arrangements as "okay, for a kid." But it's in Saint John's School that he earns his campaign ribbons. The Sisters of St. Joseph regularly relieve him of contraband wax lips, horned toads, and wooden matches. An aversion to catechism lessons and long-division combines with classroom antics, and the nuns lock arms against their student with "storms in his head." The misguided eight-year-old flies off his garage to test-flight Grandmother's umbrella. During WWII the high school sophomore positions explosives on a local trolley track. And a fraternity "low-rider" accidentally full-throttles a borrowed Harley Davidson into the Pacific surf. Thankfully, Mother remarries and brings her "Little Jackass" home to his own bed. Things begin to fall into place, and Mother can finally exhale.

The Jungle

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The Jungle by Charles Matey,Greg Ramsdell Book Summary:

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Silent Emotions

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Silent Emotions by Lucille Reese Book Summary:

A compendium of words with a rhythmic twist that will make you laugh, cry, reflect on a lost love, remember when you considered seeking revenge on the one who broke your heart, hope for brighter days, celebrate the one you love, and appreciate supportive family members and friends.

Rivers of Living Water

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Rivers of Living Water by Charlene S. Hughes Book Summary:

Author Charlene Hughes gives the reader glimpses into God’s heart through her journal entries and Scripture meditations. This daily devotional will inspire and encourage you to draw closer to God. Wherever you are in your journey to know Him, discover within these pages what is meant to be the greatest adventure of your life!

Why Can’t They See Me?

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Why Can’t They See Me? by Sam Antrim Kane Book Summary:

AuthorSam Antrim Kane was born the middle of two sisters. He has a sweet loving wife, five children and five grandchildren. In 2004 the family lost uncles and aunts to cancer, cousins, nephews, and nieces to drunk driving and suicide. Sam started writing a “Family Ministries” letter to help families realize they are not alone. He felt the family should have been there to help comfort and support those that were hurting. God continues to inspire him to write these letters each month and mail them out to over 100 family and friends. After his sister Jan died he began writing this book about her and all the struggles, hardships, and bullying that she went through. Everyone no matter who you are just wants to be seen. There is lots of deceptions people use just to be seen such as education, drugs, alcohol, and money.

Healing of a Divided Soul

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Healing of a Divided Soul by Thomas L. White III Book Summary:

There is a distinctive way each word earns its space in Thomas White’s first book of poetry and quotes, “Healing of a Divided Soul.” They fit accordingly after the mastermind of their structure. Giving you imagery in each piece, and taking you on a journey deep inside the soul of a man determined to overcome life difficulties through faith and commitment. “Healing of a Divided Soul” uniquely shares his story through poetry of living and escaping life on the bottom tier of the violent inner-city streets of Detroit. We all understand how the word dysfunction has become synonymous to a world that knows normal is not a given. Though the past may be a part of who we are, we can’t let it dictate the kind of person we want to become. Remember the heaviest chain we will ever wear is the chain that stops us from changing! For once your mind is free the rest will follow! Healing of a Divided Soul is sure to cleanse, restore, and bring the reader unprecedented wisdom from a Soul no more divided.

When Life Speaks

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When Life Speaks by Dawn Rushing Book Summary:

Everyone has a story. This one is mine. This is my journey from childhood into adulthood; from losing my faith in God and finding my way back to him. This is my testimony. These writings are written with conviction. Smiles have come from these words and real tears have fallen onto these words.

Among the Gods (Chronicles of the Kings Book #5)

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Among the Gods (Chronicles of the Kings Book #5) by Lynn Austin Book Summary:

Fleeing King Manasseh's tyranny, Joshua leads the faithful remnant to their new home in Egypt. But as years pass, Joshua's desire for vengeance becomes an obsession. Blinded by hatred, he makes rash decisions, placing his loved ones in jeopardy. Amid Joshua's turmoil comes an unexpected awakening of love--a love that burns so intensely it draws him from the dark inner seclusion where he often retreats. But what will it take for him to grasp the great love his Heavenly Father has for him...and for the chosen people of Judah? (Chronicles of the King Book 5)

A World Through My Eyes

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A World Through My Eyes by Leanne Ray Book Summary:

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See me, hear me : a guide to using the UN convention on the rights of persons with disabilities to promote the rights of children

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See me, hear me : a guide to using the UN convention on the rights of persons with disabilities to promote the rights of children by Gerison Lansdown Book Summary:

"The UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities" represents the culmination of years of advocacy by the disability community in their struggle for recognition of their rights. "See Me, Hear Me" is the first book to look at how this Convention can be used to support disabled children, alongside the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child. This guide's analysis of the inter-relationship of the two Conventions, together with practical guidance on advocacy strategies and illustrations of good practice, make it an invaluable tool for child and disability rights advocates. It is also an essential resource for governments in interpreting and implementing the two Conventions. "See Me, Hear Me" includes: a detailed table giving an overview of the relationship between individual articles of the two Conventions; close analysis of the rights of children with disabilities - as set out in the two Conventions - in key areas like education, family life, health, and protection; tips for advocacy work in each of these areas of children's rights; a historical overview of disability rights and the development of the Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disability; and, the full text of the "UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities".

The Puzzle of Life

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The Puzzle of Life by Ms. Cinderella Book Summary:

Life is ruff but being totally blessed that enjoy the small things in life. Their always be opportunities to take risk on trying something new every day without giving up so easy without a fight for what is mines. There is no accepts, everything happen for a reasons. With God, everything is possible from the begun living life to the extreme adventurous until death. I chose to face reality to bring justice by taking control of my life. Life is what you make it by believe in myself. Everything will be just fine these are real things in life.

Love Amongst the Fishes

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Love Amongst the Fishes by N.A Book Summary:

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T'ai Chi Ch'uan

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T'ai Chi Ch'uan by Ron Sieh Book Summary:

T'ai Chi Ch'uan: The Internal Tradition is a clear and insightful approach to T'ai Chi, weaving mindfulness and body presence through stages of training and development of technique. Sieh's inquiry into the "fighting" aspect makes the emphasis on the internal or feeling style a powerful tool for bringing more integrity and clarity into our lives.

You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea

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You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea by Toccara S. Burrell-James Book Summary:

Candi Thomas is a 26 year old working woman and College student who is currently studying to obtain her Master's Degree in Business, with a Minor in Criminal Justice. When her friend's actions and her outside life threaten to be revealed to her family, she is willing to go to any limits to keep this from happening. See she's a good girl in her family's eyes, and she's more than determined to stop bad things about her from making it to them, especially her mother and sister. She has two best friends, Monae (Mo) and Zanae (Nae) who are the two who know about the wild and crazy life Candi is living. They are the only two who Candi can trust, or are they? Candi and her two besties share all their secrets with each other, but only time will reveal the truth about them. Candi meets this great guy named, Dre which made it a lot easier for her to get over her lying, cheating ex-boyfriend Jay. But is Dre really who he says he is? When things starts to be revealed about Candi will she be able to handle them? Will Candi be able to control the situation? Or will her outside life finally come back to haunt her and her Mother and sister finally find out the truth?

Letters from a Woman Who Loved the Wrong Man

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Letters from a Woman Who Loved the Wrong Man by J. Lori Morgan Book Summary:

Searching for Mr. Right can lead you through a path of a whole lot of Mr. Wrongs! But, don't be discouraged! Sometimes those wrongs can help you get ready to receive the right one or at least make one hell of a good book! Letters from a Woman, from infancy was a blog that not only displayed the creative talent of author J. Lori Morgan but depicted short stories that entertained countless viewers worldwide! We are proud to offer this genuine portrayal of literary creativity to all readers of fiction in book form so that you may enjoy them forever! Relationship drama filled with Love & Hate, Commitment & Betrayal, Wisdom & Naivety, and Tragedy & Triumph this book has it all! Maybe you are looking for some encouragement. Or maybe its drama you are looking for. Whatever it is Letters from a Woman Who Loved the Wrong Man has it!

Priceless Poetic Reflections

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Priceless Poetic Reflections by Miracle Book Summary:

Miracle Ruth Burleson: This native of Houston, Texas is a professional music educator, entrepreneur, pastor, professional recording artist and renown speaker. She is known for her creativity and insightful revelations, which produce understanding. You are sure to experience God in a deeper way through her writings. When Author Miracle speaks, people listen and CHANGE!

Just Listen

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Just Listen by Sherika Moore Book Summary:

In life we search for things that are easy and skip over the written hard facts. People write because most are afraid to read. Most people write to escape from who they are not and reveal their true identity. Most people write to be heard, I wrote so you can Just Listen. If we all had a relaxing method this world might be a better place, ears would never ring, because judgment would be far. We all judge what we see, and we ask out of greed and envy, we all have emotions that over come common sense. Sit back enjoy, spiritual poetry, love poetry, hate poetry, and straight to the point self and reality checks poetry. Every Emotion in a nutshell.

The Eyes of Thar

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The Eyes of Thar by Henry Kuttner Book Summary:

She spoke in a tongue dead a thousand years, and she had no memory for the man she faced. Yet he had held her tightly but a few short years before, had sworn eternal vengeance-when she died in his arms from an assassin's wounds.ExcerptHe had come back, though he knew what to expect. He had always come back to Klanvahr, since he had been hunted out of that ancient Martian fortress so many years ago. Not often, and always warily, for there was a price on Dantan's head, and those who governed the Dry Provinces would have been glad to pay it. Now there was an excellent chance that they might pay, and soon, he thought, as he walked doggedly through the baking stillness of the night, his ears attuned to any dangerous sound in the thin, dry air.Even after dark it was hot here. The dead ground, parched and arid, retained the heat, releasing it slowly as the double moons-the Eyes of Thar, in Klanvahr mythology-swung across the blazing immensity of the sky. Yet Samuel Dantan came back to this desolate land as he had come before, drawn by love and by hatred.The love was lost forever, but the hate could still be satiated. He had not yet glutted his blood-thirst. When Dantan came back to Klanvahr, men died, though if all the men of the Redhelm Tribe were slain, even that could not satisfy the dull ache in Dantan's heart.Now they were hunting him.The girl-he had not thought of her for years; he did not want to remember. He had been young when it happened. Of Earth stock, he had during a great Martian drought become godson to an old shaman of Klanvahr, one of the priests who still hoarded scraps of the forgotten knowledge of the past, glorious days of Martian destiny, when bright towers had fingered up triumphantly toward the Eyes of Thar.

That's What You Think

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That's What You Think by Joyce Bortnick Book Summary:

That's What You Think chronicles Sara Ellis's journey from independence to dependence. Although the story is based on her own mother's dilemmas in aging, beginning when her mother turned eighty-eight years-old, Joyce found the writing to be both joyous and cathartic to fictionalize. "The writing helped me to believe that my mother really thought these things that make this book my heartfelt gift to her memory. "For a long time, sadness blocked me from finishing our story, but my mother's dignity and the time I spent with her encouraged me to translate the traumas of aging into a story of love and respect. "Thank you, Mom, for taking me with you in your final hours."


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Stable by April Michelle Lewis Book Summary:

THIS SPIRITUAL GUIDE PROVIDES A PHILOSOPHY DESIGNED TO BOTH HEAL THE INDIVIDUAL AND ULTIMATELY CARRY THE WORLD INTO A NEW ERA OF UNITY. SUPPORTED BY SCRIPTURE AND SCIENCE. STABLE: The Keys to Heaven on Earth offers a new and different message as religious barriers are broken down. STABLE is defined by author April Michelle Lewis as Sound Thought, Always Believe, Life of Excellence—truly the keys to experiencing heaven on earth. For thousands of years, humankind has envisioned a peaceful world. Peace can be obtained. It is not impossible and is, in fact, well within our reach. Various scientific studies support the existence and the true nature of God and heaven. When these discoveries are applied to our lives, it launches us all toward an existence that God has intended for us here on earth. Through the STABLE philosophy, people of all backgrounds across the world can learn to love each other, share their possessions, strengthen their faith, turn their dreams into reality, and find hope in the face of debilitating depression. This spiritual guide seeks to heal individuals in every aspect of their lives, and ripple out like a beautiful wave to unite the entire globe. It is time to live as though heaven is on earth.

Unhealed Wound

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Unhealed Wound by Lorenbelle Book Summary:

This book describes AFRICANS Tribes traditions, the conflicts of generation, and the qualification attributed to a womans nature. A woman has to be married, so her brothers wife bride price will be pay. If she refused to get married her brother will not have a wife. If the woman goes back to her family for visit and she died or something happen to her, one of her young sister will replace her. If the young sister is under age of marriage, she will still go the husbands family and grow up there until she is 18 years old.

The Theology of Time

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The Theology of Time by Elijah Muhammad Book Summary:

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Plays One:Adaugo,Giddy Festival, the Dawn of Full Moon, Daring Destiny and Withered Thrust

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Plays One:Adaugo,Giddy Festival, the Dawn of Full Moon, Daring Destiny and Withered Thrust by Osita Ezenwanebe Book Summary:

The book, Plays One: Adaugo, Daring Destiny, Giddy Festival, The Dawn of Full Moon and Withered Thrust, is a compilation of plays by an African female Playwright, Osita Catherine Ezenwanebe Ph. D, an Associate Professor of dramatic Arts, University of Lagos Nigeria, a Visiting Professor and Fulbright Scholar-in-Residence, Winston-Salem State University, North Carolina, USA. It is aimed at making the plays available to her foreign audience who learnt of the plays during her scholarly activities as a Senior Fulbright Visiting Professor in United States of America. The plays are African Total Theatre, a functional and multidimensional view of theatre employing mime, songs, dances, chants, rituals, dialogue, etc. to drive home the message. The plays cover her though about the symbiotic relationship between drama and society and capture the social upheavals in Africa and modern world in general. Her perspective is humanist with a special concern for women and youth. Withered Thrust (2007) captures the pervasiveness of corruption; a social epidemic in which the oppressed employ anarchic ways of survival and social crusaders are infested with the same contagion as those they avowedly oppose, making the future look very bleak. Giddy Festival (2009) extends the theme of social rot and moral decay by focusing on the moral bankruptcy of the ruling class and its consequent atrophy of spirit: the politicians are giddy in merriment, full of empty rhetoric, egotistic, morally perverse, ideologically bankrupt and administratively incompetent; the suffering masses adopt anarchic indifference as a shield, and the law is made to look as an ass, resulting in a high disregard of the dignity of the human person. The drum beats, heralding the joyous moment of the power bloc; simultaneously, disjointed bones are fall-offs from the drum beat of their merriment. What a giddy festival! The Dawn of Full Moon (2009) brings a light of hope in the state of woman in many societies of the world where they still labor under the yoke of oppression. The play celebrates the sanctity of womanhood by dramatizing the dark days of a helpless, less privileged teenage girl and her victorious triumph when she blossoms like the dazzling brightness of full moon; strong, forceful and irresistible. It is a play deliberately meant to instill hope and confidence in women and youths. The Dawn of Full Moon also recreates the revolutionary love necessary for sustaining communal ties and gender complementarity. 2. In Adaugo (2011) the playwright deconstructs the suppressive oppression of women embedded in the rigidity of traditional social roles of male breadwinning and female home keeping in modern world and presents it as a major source of crisis in gender relation. By making the female protagonist, Adaugo, excel in both roles at a time her husband could not perform his due to circumstances beyond his control, the playwright celebrates the strength of women and calls for a change in the conception of masculinity in the face of modern experiences. In all, the play upholds the complementarity of the sexes which the playwright sees as imperative for traditional family and communal life. 3. Daring Destiny is a play that advocates Spartan courage and tenacity of purpose as the surest means of achieving a desirable destiny. It dramatizes the fate of the youth in a state where years of misrule has given way to anarchy. Mindless politicians and vicious capitalists cripple the people to penury and turn the youth into expendable cannon folders thereby setting up frightening destiny as their future. The youth are urged to dare such destiny and never give in to despair.

It's Me: How Do I Embrace Who I Was Made To Be?

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It's Me: How Do I Embrace Who I Was Made To Be? by Nicole Johnson,Mary E. DeMuth Book Summary:

Designed for individual or group study, the It's Me participant's guide unpacks what s been exposed through the dramas and dig deeper into how to live differently in this changing world."

Too Bright the Sun

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Too Bright the Sun by Lazlo Ferran Book Summary:

*** Get 3 BOOKS FREE > *** Book 1 Running: The Alien in the Mirror is FREE on Google Play. A man hell-bent on revenge for the death of his friend, in battle! Seeking revenge for the death of a friend ten long years ago, Major Jake Nanden has pursued his own personal demons with an almost religious fervour through life and through battle. He is a soldier so highly decorated that his fame reaches far beyond the desolate moon Io where he is stationed. His victories in the Jupiter Wars are hollow though, for he is a man scared of his own soul. His life seems to be a trap from which he cannot escape. His is the Replicant Company, and replicants are despised by all. Likened to a cross between Blade Runner and Paths of Glory, you simply must read this beautifully constructed, intensely dark and powerful Science Fiction tale-with-a-twist if you love Phillip K. Dick and Isaac Asimov. From the author: I have long had a soft-spot for noir films so I decided to write a noir science fiction novel. I also love Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke and Phillip K Dick - particularly Blade Runner, all for their quirky stories but deep-rooted scientific authenticity. The result is Too Bright the Sun, which I am very proud of. Ultimately, I think it is a very beautiful story of one replicant struggle for identity and the surprising outcome. If you love character-driven science fiction, you will love the twist at the end. Volume III in the Iron Series: Worlds Like Dust will be published early in 2014 Categories: fiction, science fiction, thriller, first contact, clones, starship, mlitary. Sample It’s been over ten years since Gary Enquine sent my friend Przeltski to a certain death. Not one day has gone by without the memories of that battle prowling my mind like a waking nightmare. Many times I have woken in a cold-sweat thinking about it. I will not rest, cannot rest, until Gary Enquine has been brought to justice and been forced to pay for his cowardice. Ten years; it’s a long time but I can be patient. Personal journal entry of Jake Nanden for 2101, Feb 3. 1. *** Chapter One The little voice asked, after peering out of another portal at an earlier moment in his life, “Is it possible to time travel for I perceive that I can?” “Only after you leave this life,” said a voice, high and mighty. Then the little voice changed its tone for it was angry. “But that’s not fair! For, the one thing I wish I can’t have.” “Until you leave this life,” said the high voice. “Yes.” “Then now you can see advantages to moving beyond this life you have.” And the little voice perceived that all his previous angers, about matters of the flesh and daily living were not proper angers. A proper anger is the anger that desirable things lay beyond the portal of death. And so from that moment on his struggles to survive, to fight against the current, seemed improper to him and yet he could not help himself. Two of the Ionian Militia sat on top of Przeltski, ripping his helmet off, while another aimed his laser at his eyes. In the vacuum of Io’s atmosphere, Przeltski was mouthing the words, ‘save me’ but it was too late. I knew I couldn’t and had to try and save myself. I was turning to get away but I could still see his eyes half closing, then looking up and his mouth rapidly shaping the words of the ‘Hail Mary.’ The IM would turn their lasers down to the lowest setting and first shoot out the eyes, then take off the arms and if he was lucky then they would aim for his heart. If he was not lucky, the dismemberment could go on and on for as long as they wanted. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. I struggled and struggled and then I was awake and knew it was the nightmare. *** An eye opened. It was mine. The blurry horizon crystallised into the edge of the pillow as I realised where I was: Io. Being a commander has its perks, one being your own private cabin, but it was small and cramped. I closed my eye, reached up for the ledge of the sill above me and hauled myself out of bed. Feeling for the sanicube-handle opposite the bed, I released the cube from its folded position against the wall, selected ‘L’ and stepped in but then had to open my eyes to use it without spilling. A tube dispensed a sterilising solution onto my hands and the stream of water became hot air to dry them. Yawning enough for tears to clear my eyes, I took one step over to the n-gen, on the white work surface above the bed. I selected ‘Fried,’ then ‘Coffee, black’ and clicked on, the com centre. I had disabled the voice but I could see the display said, “2101, Feb 4. 2 – 06.30 I. 2 messages. Download?” I waited for the ding that would tell me my breakfast was ready. I knew I had just had another weird dream but I couldn’t quite remember it now. I tried. The n-gen dinged and I opened the white door to reveal the plate of hot, fried food and a mug of black coffee. I looked at the food dubiously and lifted the dark blue mug to my lips. The caffeine rush to my head felt good. Putting my left hand on my hip, I arched my back and then looked down at the pallid skin stretched over my late-twenties belly. ‘Bigger,’ I thought. ‘But only slightly.’ I picked up the plate of fried – bacon, eggs, potatoes, beans, fried-bread and mushrooms – all preselected as my personal preferences and lifted some mushrooms and potatoes to my mouth with the forkette. My buds tested the taste; it had that slight hint of mint or something metallic about it. “Damn,” I said out loud. For a few days now breakfast had tasted like this and I wasn’t sure if it was a fault with the n-gen or this batch of plasma. My n-gen was civvy and another one of the perks allowed to commanders; I’d had it for nearly five years and it had been everywhere with me. Normally they didn’t last longer than three years. Balancing the plate in my left hand, I picked up the remote, pressed ‘Monitor,’ chose ‘North elevation,’ then ‘R’ for recording and ‘Dec 9, 11.00,’ morning on the day we had arrived, a date I chose out of habit. I then pointed it at the panel, shaped like a window, on the narrow wall behind the pillow of the bed and it was filled with the image of the ground to the north of the command-post. Just like a window, you could even see ‘around’ the window frame if you wished to put your head that close to it. Yellow and reddish sulphur stretched away between the rocky silicates, to a jagged horizon a few hundred yards above the level of the command-post and perhaps two miles away. In places the silicate rock was white and in others a beautiful emerald green. If it hadn’t been for the bright purplish glow of the morning aurora above, I could have believed I was in the Mojave Desert on Earth, which was in a memory I had of visiting my grandparents once. Taking bigger mouthfuls, with my nostrils closed to avoid the nasty after-taste, I downed the breakfast and alternated my gaze between the landscape on the wall and the contents of the room. I took in the half-finished bottle of vodka next to the empty glass on the narrow table across the gang-way from my bed and the open notepad next to it with a few scrawled lines at the top of a new page. Writing pulp crime-novels was my weakness, or my hobby, depending on one’s generosity. I had finished the fried so I continued sipping black coffee and put on the Trion head-band, activating it by flicking a tiny black switch next to my left temple. “Record,” I said. Most company commanders, at least in USAC, were obliged to record their activities for viewing by paid subscribers; part of a deal USAC had made with the Amtel branch of RA. Most hated doing it but at least you could choose what to record and I never gave the leaches anything of real interest. The recording was made by a cam in the comms centre so a leach couldn’t see what was on my heads-up. “Download,” I said. A red light flickered once on the com centre. On the heads-up display in front of my left eye scrolled the first of two messages: Contact: Jena Ω “Hi Jake. I know you’re trying to make me jealous by not replying to my last messages but then again you could just be under attack and I’m supposed to be the rational woman so I can deal with that. I might just be too busy this week to record anything for you too. My boss wants me to prepare a legal-briefing for our merger with a company which has connections with Riccard-Amtel! Can you believe it? Oh I know we try not to bring business into our relationship but I couldn’t help myself. The consequences could be so far-reaching. Promotion, relocation. Who knows? Umm. In answer to your question last time; okay I’ve held out for quite a while haven’t I but yes, women do feel that sometimes. I suppose... Tell me more about what you do... Not during the day (with the boyz and grrls) but after. Are you still writing? Chloe misses u too. xx” End. Contact: Mary “Hi darling Mum here. How’s the (censored) winter? I know this will probably be censored but I don’t care. There’s lots to tell you but I'll keep it short for now. I’m just off to a local council meeting and later there's an art exhibition, Raccauld, which Justine and I are going to. Actually I’m meeting her for coffee at lunchtime. I think she wants to do some shopping. You know what she’s like. You cannot stop her once hubby has been paid. The Gazette had a nice photo of you the other day which I have stuck in the photo album. You’re a hero around here. The young boys talk of nothing else but the Iron Cross, I hear them when we go for picnics by the river. Oh yes and Robert O’Flannery has been elected Mayor again and has approved redevelopment of the area by the river. Office block I believe. Such a shame. One thing I was going to mention. A peculiar thing happened the other day...” There was a loud banging on the cabin-door which made me flinch. “Stop record,” I said and ignored the rest of the message in the heads-up. I took two steps to the door and opened it. Sergeant Stone’s chiseled face, topped with a brown flat-top and with shaving foam around its cheeks, confronted me. He was dressed only from the waist down. “Yes Sergeant?” I tried to sound patient. “Sir. Seismic activity detected 700 yards east of perimeter. About 100 feet down.” “Okay. Pick four men and get packed. I’ll be with you in five.” “Sir? We can investigate if you want. You don’t need to come.” “No but I want to come. I need the exercise.” “Sir.” There was no salute. I was informal with my troops most of the time in combat situations, especially the officers and Stone in particular, who had been with me a long time. *** “Lieutenant Osei, you have the comm.” We were in the port airlock five minutes later, myself unshaven, all in full-combat gear and Sergeant Stone handed me a Trion X.50. As the red light moved to ‘Gravity-local,’ we all grabbed the hand rails. Gravity on Io was about one fifth of that on Earth or about the same as the Moon and without the S-Grav, the rocking motion of the lift as it took us down to the surface would throw us about. The hatch opened and I led the team out into the moonlit night. I could feel the crunch of sulphur and silicates under my boots but all I could hear was my breath and the steady beep, every two seconds of the uplink indicator. We used a two-step canter to move over the terrain in a defensive pattern of two columns of three, ten feet apart. It was enough distance to give covering fire in all directions without hitting each other if needed. What we were looking for was any sign of a drill rig at the indicated distance of 700 yards. The Ionian Militia (see Appendix for more on the Ionian Militia) normally didn’t have the resources for automated rigs so there would be two or three poor bastards manning it, armed with A.M. 27s most probably. They would be targeting our S-Grav singularity, 1000 feet below the MCS – a known Mob. Command Station weakness. Our MCS was fitted with S-Grav Type 4 which was a lot more stable than the Type 3; its governor was accurate to 14-10 Volts, which it had to be to keep the singularity weak enough to be safe but strong enough to work effectively. *** Database download on the Ionian Militia: The Ionian Militia (IM) was formed by miners on Io, moon of Jupiter on June 1 2089. Their living conditions were already touch but falling iron prices led to smaller pay-rises and longer hours. They went on strike and in the long summer of 2080 Earth News bulletins were full of items about iron shortages and skirmishes between USAC troops and miners on IO. Led by Richard Ortega, the miners demanded some concessions, most prominent being that their families could live with them. This was granted but shortly after their families arrived, the miners were subjected to further pay-cuts and reductions in supply of essential equipment. From the Ionian Iron Miners Union was formed the Ionian Miner's Union, led by Ortega. This powerful union then began receiving equipment and other supplies directly from the Rebel Alliance on Earth, a move that was seen as highly provocative by the USAC forces, then in administrative control on Io and then attempted to block these supplies and suppress resistance using overpowering force. From the Ionian Miner's Union Ortega then formed the Ionian Militia, a small but highly trained and well-equipped force which operated using guerrilla tactics against USAC. The force gradually grew in size and strength until, ten years later, they are a significant force on Io, controlling one half of its surface. Only a few mines remained loyal to USAC, raising Solar System prices of iron and putting an end to the building of the great J stations. End Download. *** Micro-singularities were inherently unstable anyway for safety reasons but the governor itself was the only real vulnerability in the Type 4. By necessity it was located in the column only a few inches from the singularity and if it could be damaged by a small explosion, then there was a good chance the singularity would run away and if it grew rather than shrank, the result would be a massive explosion. Several MCSs had been knocked out this way. The militia squad wouldn’t be a problem but I wanted to be fully alert. My vision was still a bit blurry and I blinked a few times and squeezed my lids shut to lubricate my eyes. My stubble itched on the fabric inside the helmet. 500 yards out I raised my hand and we stopped. I pointed to the Sergeant and two of the corporals in their tan-coloured combat suits and motioned for them to move south of the target location which appeared to be behind a slight bluff. I motioned to the other two officers to follow me north. I was sure Stone would spread his men out a little, standard procedure, and I did the same as we flanked the bluff. I thought I could see a faint plume of yellow dust rising, the usual tell-tale sign of a drill-rig, but it was very faint and I wasn’t sure. I crouched down and tapped the shoulder of the soldier in front of me. I pointed at the faint plume and he turned to face me and he nodded. We tried not to kick up any dust ourselves as we rounded the shoulder of the bluff and the soldier in front held up his hand and stopped. This was it. They were there. His gloved fingers counted down three, two, one and then he moved forward, aiming his X.50 at something as I followed him, pointing mine in the same direction. As I emerged into the dip behind the bluff I saw what I had expected, a low wall of sulphur-dirt around a square dugout, perhaps ten feet along each side, with a cover slung over it to collect the dust. There was one helmet peering through the gap, straight at us. I saw the red beam from his A.M. 27 strike the helmet of the corporal and then the sighting beam turned green as the plasma shot was fired. But he was too slow. The corporal had already jumped, done a one-eighty and was coming down with his X.50 blazing green. I fired too. The poor armour of the Ionian’s helmet couldn’t withstand the X.50 rounds. It split and little globules of red blood floated out from under the cover. The intercom crackled. It was Stone. “Our man taken down sir. Going in for a look.” That meant there had been another guard on the south-side and he was now disabled. The rear guards stayed back as the leading four of us reached the entrance to the dugout, on its east-side and Stone poked his X.50 inside. He immediately backed out, saying “Two grubs,” over the intercom. By now I could barely see the dugout entrance for yellow dust and we waited for the two miners to emerge from the cloud. They came out with their hands up and Stone made them turn through 360 degrees before making them sit up against a rock a few yards east of the entrance. While Stone, recognisable by the over-sized dagger he usually wore, stood with his X.50 pointing at the two prisoners, one of his team dipped into the entrance to check all equipment was switched off before placing a small charge. During daylight hours you could not normally see the faces of other men through the visors because the filters would give off glare from the sun but I could see the two faces of the Ionians. One looked full of hate but the other looked strangely sullen, scared even. I decided to question him and not the other. I tapped his wrist, where intercom units used to be, and drew 220 in the air with my finger, the standard Red Cross frequency. Of course he had to activate this inside the helmet verbally and might not choose to do so. I turned my frequency to 200 and waited patiently. After a minute or more the intercom crackled and I heard a sullen, “Yes.” “Greetings Ionian,” I said jovially. “It’s your lucky day. You are definitely going to live and you might retain all your limbs if you answer a few simple questions.” “Smith, Corporal, 00001,” he said. His name, rank and serial number included the obligatory 00001. All Ionians used the same serial number. In effect they had no serial numbers which they felt confused USAC. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the other Ionian glanced nervously at Smith, several times. Is he afraid this one will reveal something? “Well Mr. Smith, Corporal Smith if you prefer...” I was digging and waited for a response. “Smith will do.” “Mm. You don’t seem so attached to the Militia as your friend there. How long have you been mining?” “A few months,” came the terse reply. The other Ionian winced. “Uh-huh. Have you targeted a Type 4 before?” The other Ionian looked surprised. “I dunno. Maybe.” “Maybe? It’s the latest type. What sort of charge were you planning to use?” “What do you mean? I don’t have to answer these questions. Look, if you want to get it over and done with that’s fine by me.” “What charge?” I made it sound angry and pointed my X.50 at his upper right arm. “Hey! Wait. I dunno. Four pounds, maybe. We hadn’t decided.” “Oh. I don’t think so. Okay sonny. So I know you are not a miner so that raises a serious question. What are you doing here?” Interesting. Is he an observer? A news reporter? Not sure. “No. Listen. I am just a miner. Okay so I have only been doing it a week. This is my first time. Training courses are hard to come by these days.” He laughed. “An ironic sense of humour... I like it! Shows intelligence. Maybe too much intelligence for a grub.” My men were gathered around now, tuned to 220, listening in. I could hear their breathing and their smirks from time to time. I tapped the shoulder of the nearest to me. “Stay on the proper frequency, corporal.” “He’s undercover sir,” said one of the other corporals. I recognised the voice; Opinnskey. A bit of a joker by all accounts but clever. “Undercover Opinnskey? Why do you say that?” “Look at those arms sir. He hasn’t ever lifted an A.M. in his life. Daddy is probably a high-up, I reckon.” He squeezed Smith’s scrawny arms and the others laughed. The other Ionian looked scared now. “Maybe he is. Maybe he is. Maybe his Daddy is high up in the army.” I thought I saw just the slightest flicker of his eyelid through the visor. “Did you want to see some active service? Blow up an MCS to impress a girl? I bet that would get you a few nights in bed with that pretty girl.” He looked uncomfortable. “Okay Stone. Take care of the other one.” Stone turned the dial on his X.50 to minimum ballistic charge and pulled back on the trigger. He aimed the red bead at the Ionian’s right shin. He pulled back further on the trigger and a green shot of plasma pierced the Ionians shin, leaving a neat black hole for a second which quickly ejected red bubbles before the suit sealed itself. I could see the Ionian was screaming but we couldn’t hear him. Stone repeated the shot on the other shin and then on both forearms. We couldn’t take prisoners and the Ionians wouldn’t take prisoners. But we didn’t want to kill so we just disabled the soldiers. Most of them would never see active service again so we were doing them a favour really. Their medics would pick them up quite quickly once we had broadcast the standard Red Cross distress signal for them. Of course some of the other USAC Companies were less lenient. I could see Smith was grimacing in anticipation of the pain that would surely come. Perhaps he thought he could get a lighter punishment. “Well?” I asked. “Well, what?” he said. “What's the explanation for you being here?” “I've told you everything. Just get it over with.” I crouched down and looked into his eyes. I could see a different kind of fear there now. It wasn’t fear for his physical safety. “Take the other one away Stone.” I gestured for the rest of our men to go with him and I waited while the writhing Ionian was dragged around the corner of the bluff. I spoke to Smith. “Okay now we are alone. Anything you tell me will have been extracted under duress. You won’t have been responsible. I used a dose of SPA on you okay? Now all I want do know is; who's your father?” “Okay. I will tell you something, something big but you gotta give me something. Leave my arms okay. I heard some guys lose the use of their fingers. I need them, you know?” “Okay. I tell you what. I will just lightly graze one arm but I better hit the other one or people will be suspicious. Don’t worry. I know just where to hit it. I can reduce the pain too. Deal?” I looked at him. “Deal.” He already looked like he regretted it. “Shit. Okay. My father is Anatolian Smith.” “And who is he?” “You haven’t heard of him?” He seemed astonished. “He is the the General, effectively, of the Ionian Militia for the whole of the northern hemisphere of Io. Nothing happens up here without his say-so” I forced myself to breathe deeply. This was a supreme stroke of luck and I was having trouble breathing. Sounding calm, I asked, “So what is it you were gonna to tell me?” “You want to know something big. I will tell you. There is an offensive planned. We have twelve new SU 401s and they are going to hit your mines at Ruwa Patera. Soon. I think maybe next month.” “SU 401s?” “You didn’t know that did you?” “Twelve? When did you say? In March?” “As far as I know.” “How? What weapons? Will there be ground troops? What is the strategic objective in all this?” “I don’t know all that. I told you what I know.” “Okay. I am going to give you a little ‘general.’ I’ll put it in your feed now. Relax.” I took a small plastic container out of my Medi-pouch and took off the lid. I screwed the end to the connector of the emergency intake on his respiratory unit and pressed the button to release the general anaesthetic into his system. I waited for a minute. Then I stood up, aimed my X.50 at his shin and fired a shot through his tibia. A neat black hole was filled with little red bubbles which drifted out into the thin Ionian atmosphere. Then a silver liquid, the sealant, trickled into the hole before it finally sealed the suit, leaving just a few red and silver bubbles floating away. He moaned but he didn’t scream. “Are you right-handed?” I asked. After a moment he answered, “Yes,” through clenched teeth. I fired a shot through his left forearm and then, as I had said I would, I grazed his right arm with the final shot. There was a lot more blood so I called Stone to get one of his men over to put a tourniquet on him. I stood up. Well. This is a turn-up. At last a real piece of luck. A chance for real glory, this is. With this I get promoted another rank, maybe two, and then we will see. A cold thrill ran through my spine but for fear of it reaching my finger tips and making me dance around like a fool, I confined it to quarters. We detonated the charge, after dragging the two casualties a safe distance away, and started back for base. There was some commotion off to my right; it looked as if two of the officers were arguing on a private link, one of them stamping his foot and shaking his X.50 but I ignored them. I wondered what the landscape would look like with trees, or even some grass. Riccard was rumoured to be working on a strain of grass that could grow in these conditions. For a moment I fancied myself as the governor of Io, with plans to geo-form it in some way but I caught myself. My life’s path had been decided for me a long time ago and creativity wasn’t a big part of it. The rest of my waking hours that day were spent communicating with USAC Command, first through my superior officer, Lieutenant Colonel Roanald, and then with Central Intel. Of course at first they were all skeptical about the provenance of my information but they had to admit it was brilliant if thought up on the spur of the moment. They confirmed the identity and rank of Anatolian Smith. Finally, around 20.00 hours, a decision was taken. I was to lead a task force of three companies in a covert mission to prevent the taking of Ruwa Patera, close to Anderstown, capital of the USAC territories on Io; covert because it was hoped we could surgically remove much of the cream of the Ionian Militia in this one operation if they weren’t expecting us.

My Undisciplined Life

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My Undisciplined Life by Frank E. Denkins Book Summary:

My undisciplined Life is a story that trails my life, my journey. It's about a little boy who didn't quite fit in and felt he was never wanted. For him, love never existed because he never felt it. It was as if his life was taken before he was given a chance to have one. This book was written because I know I'm not the only man, not to exclude women because I'm sure they experienced this feeling of unwantedness also. But I'm not the only one to feel lost or to ask the question, why was I allowed to enter this world and feel like i'm out of place? God has a reason for all of us being here. Some of us feel the pain more than others. Some of us set it so deep within that we have not a clue as to who we really are which sets us up for insecurities, self consciousness, isolation and living as well as becoming a lie just to fit in. I pray this testimony allows u to release you from you. Sometimes your situations are reflections of the mess you created Thank you sincerely, Enjoy the read May our Father who is in heaven bless you.

The Tracks of His Tears

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The news hit her in the face like an old frying pan. She did not know what to do when her cousin gave the particulars surrounding her brothers death. A brother she never set eyes on. A brother her father deliberately did not tell her about. After days and days of reading upon his trial, she grew angry about the truth, he was hanged for a crime he did not commit! Her great annoyance heightened when evidence of his innocence fell into her lap with one telephone call. An email she received was more proof that Herman Perry Dennis Jr. was framed for the murder of Ruth Farnsworth. She remembered her father and his struggle with alcoholism. She also remembered his intelligence and how people marveled at it, yet she never understood why it was impossible for him to go a day without drinking. After she listened to her cousin describe his ghastly nightmare, she finally understood. Herman P. Dennis Jr. was an upright young man, who appreciated his Blackness and was proud of it. He was very intelligent and joining the Air Force in the 1940s was proof of it. In his walk during his enlistment, he tackled with racism. He spoke and wrote about it. The beautiful young lady was killed, but not by the hands of Herman P. Dennis Jr.. Black men, by definition of Whites in those days, desired White women so much, until they would go to any length to have one, so with rape came a lynching. It did not matter if the person was guilty, someone had to pay. The town of Rosewood Florida came to mind when she began writing about her brother.

Through the Angels’ Eyes

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Is there life after death? Are there angels or demons? Martin Herzog was one of those people who adamantly opposed any notion of a spiritual life..until the day he got a very timely surprise visit by an angel named Dominic. The angel saves his life and takes him on a tour of the spiritual realm and makes it possible for him to see the earth just as angels see it. Martin discovers a world that was twice as crowded...a world where angels and demons lived side by side with humans and worked through them to get their work accomplished. Much to his surprise though, he finds a world that his heavily dominated by evil forces. He builds up a strong hatred toward demons and accepts to return Dominic's favor by taking on a mission to stop a large development near the village of Estes Park in the state of Colorado. Throughout the eight-month tenure, his mission becomes more adventurous. Danger creeps up and surrounds him like a fiery maze. With a threat against his life and the likelihood of being drawn into a nasty war against brutal and viciously organized crime families, will Martin Herzog decide to stay and fight the demons and their human allies or will he return home and leave his mission unfinished?

Arabian Nights' Entertainments

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No other edition offers extensive textual apparatus such as explanatory notes, plot summaries, particularly vital as stories are complex and interwoven. The Sultan Schahriar's misguided resolution to shelter himself from the possible infidelities on his wives leads to an outbreak of barbarity in his kingdoms and a reign of terror in his court, stopped only by the resourceful Scheherazade. The tales with which Scheherazade nightly postpones the muderous intent of the sultan have entered our language and our lives like no other collection of narratives before or since. Sinbad, Aladdin, Ali Baba: all make their spectacular entrance on to the stage of English literary history in the Arabian Nights Entertainments (1704-17). The stories contained in this `store house of ingenious fiction' initiate a pattern of literary reference and influence which today remains as powerful and intense as it was throughout the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. This edition reproduces in its entirety the earliest English translation of the French orientalist Antoine Galland's Mille et une Nuits. This remained for over a century the only English translation of the story cycle, influencing an incalculable number of writers, and no other edition offers the complete text supplemented by full textual apparatus. ABOUT THE SERIES: For over 100 years Oxford World's Classics has made available the widest range of literature from around the globe. Each affordable volume reflects Oxford's commitment to scholarship, providing the most accurate text plus a wealth of other valuable features, including expert introductions by leading authorities, helpful notes to clarify the text, up-to-date bibliographies for further study, and much more.

Becoming the Bride of Christ: Volume Two

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Volume Two: "God's been speaking to me so much about His love and how it affects areas of life I never really thought about before, areas that I'm realizing are almost impossible to achieve victory in apart from His love working in me. It honestly amazes me. Truly we can do nothing apart from the transforming work of God's love through the Holy Spirit in our lives. All our best efforts apart from this love are just so much wood, hay and stubble. Imagine what would happen to our churches if more of us made this realization. I have to admit it's a realization fraught with discoveries of just how soiled a heart can be and the needed washing and cleansing that has to happen as a result of the light of God's love being shone on it. But as long as I can keep from recoiling, as long as I can keep choosing to present my heart wide open to my Lord, as long as I don't shrink back from the transforming work going on in my life, then I can look forward to what is ahead." Becoming the Bride of Christ chronicles my personal journey as I learn to live with God as unseen Husband and Father in the home. It's about learning to appropriate many Scriptural concepts that we've overly spiritualized, and bringing them down to where life is lived every day.

Help Me, See M.E. (My Essence)

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Help Me, See M.E. (My Essence) is a priceless gift for everyone who wants to know their purpose and discover their destiny. The author Ed Williams profoundly explains truths in very simple ways. Give this book to everyone you care about. You will never be the same after reading it. Don’t know which way to go? If you are disoriented about your direction in life and are having a hard time making decisions, this book is a must read for you. Make sure you are not missing the point of your life, your purpose, your destiny. Unlock the mystery of who you really are as you unleash the potential that you really have!