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		<title>Broken Bulbs</title>
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		<dc:creator>bonnieisgood</dc:creator>
		
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Frank Fisher is nothing. He wants to be something. When a mysterious young woman named Bonnie offers assistance by injecting seeds of inspiration directly into his brain, Frank finds himself involved in a twisting mystery full of addiction, desperation and self-discovery. Broken Bulbs, a novella by Eddie Wright, tells the story of the lengths one [...]]]></description>
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<p>Frank Fisher is nothing. He wants to be something. When a mysterious young woman named Bonnie offers assistance by injecting seeds of inspiration directly into his brain, Frank finds himself involved in a twisting mystery full of addiction, desperation and self-discovery. <em>Broken Bulbs</em>, a novella by Eddie Wright, tells the story of the lengths one young man will go in the pursuit of &#8220;somethingness.&#8221;</p>
<blockquote><p><strong>Praise for </strong><em><strong>Broken Bulbs</strong></em><strong>: </strong><br />
&#8220;&#8230;a brilliant and stunningly original work, by far the best novel I read in 2008.&#8221;<br />
- <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.alternativereel.com/includes/cult-fiction/display_review.php?id=00067" target="_blank">Alternative Reel</a></p>
<p>&#8220;as authentic as they come, experimental without trying to be intentionally obscure, dark without making you doubt humanity, smart and energetic. In short, it’s great writing.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;&#8230;it’s about obsession, self-negation, love, even God (“The Everything”), making Broken Bulbs an entirely unique take on a subject. It’s a science fictional, hard-boiled, poetic vision of drug addiction and hamsters (read it!) A great addition to a genre that has never existed before.&#8221;<br />
- <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.selfpublishingreview.com/2009/02/01/broken-bulbs-by-eddie-wright/" target="_blank">Self-publishing Review</a></p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230;this slim volume is the bastard child of Memento and William S Burroughs, absolutely not for the faint of heart nor for anyone seeking a nice, simple beach read.&#8221;<br />
- <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.cclapcenter.com/2009/03/book_review_broken_bulbs_by_ed.html" target="_blank">Jason Pettus, The Chicago Center for for Literature and Photography</a></p>
<p>&#8220;An existentialist’s dream, the author has dug in deep and laid bare the raw emotion so candidly that we can actually feel the futility, the desperation, and the humour.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Philip Dick would be proud.&#8221;<br />
- <a rel="nofollow" href="http://podpeep.blogspot.com/2009/01/review-broken-bulbs.html" target="_blank">POD People</a></p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230;the absolute perfect spot-on portrait of the mind of an addict.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;The first chapter alone is a nauseating churn of short choppy staccato sentences, random thoughts and actions, that read like beat poetry at a slam.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;The whole thing is filled with crazy quips and one liners worthy of a high lighter so you can memorize and use them later.&#8221;<br />
- <a rel="nofollow" href="http://llbookreview.com/2008/09/review-34-broken-bulbs-by-eddie-wright/" target="_blank">The LL Book Review</a></p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230;strangely complex and fascinating.&#8221;<br />
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<div class="pagecount">108 pages</div>
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		<title>The Master’s Reliquary, Book One: The Man of Signs</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 15:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>akwbooks</dc:creator>
		
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An ancient cedar chest from the hands of the master carpenter, Jesus. A time of violence in the warring fifth-century kingdoms of Dalriada and Cruithne (ancient Ireland and Scotland). Brother Brude, a product of both cultures and guardian of the precious chest, must survive and search out the will of God from amid the demands [...]]]></description>
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<p>An ancient cedar chest from the hands of the master carpenter, Jesus. A time of violence in the warring fifth-century kingdoms of Dalriada and Cruithne (ancient Ireland and Scotland). Brother Brude, a product of both cultures and guardian of the precious chest, must survive and search out the will of God from amid the demands of men.</p>
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		<title>Storytellers</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 15:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharlow</dc:creator>
		
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Thousands of years ago, the great Sage Montok Waynew signed the Book Accords, in which it was declared that all books must edify and instruct for the good of all mankind. Created in the hope to end the tyranny that had come into existence in their time, it was widely received and ratified by all [...]]]></description>
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<p>Thousands of years ago, the great Sage Montok Waynew signed the Book Accords, in which it was declared that all books must edify and instruct for the good of all mankind. Created in the hope to end the tyranny that had come into existence in their time, it was widely received and ratified by all living Sages as a good thing in the wake of  the last great Story wars. So it went, that those books that were not found desirable were burned or destroyed, to protect all future generations.</p>
<p>Gailen, Alena and Targ find this peace is about to end. In a world where Sages can summon stories to life to do their bidding, these three apprentices must find where they belong, when the laws of the past seem to no longer exist.</p>
<p><em>Who doesn&#8217;t love a good story? Sharlow&#8217;s Story Tellers is an intriguing book of fiction and fantasy. Story Tellers is brought to life by the excellent prose, engaging characters, magical plot, and overall fine writing.</em></p>
<p><em>Perhaps one of the best fantasy novels I have viewed in quite some time, we hear the story of three heroes, magical creations through the use of stories, and self-discovery. A highly recommended, delightful read of its genre. - L. Anne Carrington and The Book Shelf</em></p>
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		<title>George and the Bee</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 15:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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This children&#8217;s story is about a small boy with a big imagination. He lives in a country type setting where his mom and dad’s house has a big back yard and has woods connected to the yard.
George the little boy in this story likes to play in the woods. George is all boy and like [...]]]></description>
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<p>This children&#8217;s story is about a small boy with a big imagination. He lives in a country type setting where his mom and dad’s house has a big back yard and has woods connected to the yard.<br />
George the little boy in this story likes to play in the woods. George is all boy and like all boys he likes to go exploring, getting dirty, playing, and swimming. All the things a small boy would like to do.<br />
George meets a big yellow and black bee in the woods and they become friends. The bee tells George about different animals in the woods and that most will not hurt him.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>4500 words / illustrated / read to Young children</em></p>
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<div class="pagecount">26 pages</div>
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		<title>The Essence</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 15:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ndesmac</dc:creator>
		
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The Essence will help you escape reality with Sophia, a reporter who receives an unusual opportunity to interview a reclusive dictator. She digs in with gusto, but finds she needs more than just reporting skills to survive her adventure!
Here’s an excerpt from the book:
A realization flooded through Sophia. The man who had helped her up [...]]]></description>
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<p><em>The Essence</em> will help you escape reality with Sophia, a reporter who receives an unusual opportunity to interview a reclusive dictator. She digs in with gusto, but finds she needs more than just reporting skills to survive her adventure!</p>
<p>Here’s an excerpt from the book:</p>
<blockquote><p>A realization flooded through Sophia. The man who had helped her up &#8212; and was still holding her hand &#8212; must be the General himself! Yes, he looked somewhat like the photograph she had found &#8212; a bit older, maybe heavier than the picture, but definitely the same man &#8212; weathered features, squared jaw, charcoal curly hair, and a full mustache with hints of gray. She had rehearsed opening lines and introductions for herself but she couldn’t recall any of them right now.<br />
The photo hadn’t prepared her for his wild eyes. They had small pupils and gray irises with radial lines like stars, which seemed to look right into her brain. As she looked back at him, she realized the hair on the back of her neck was standing up. It was an odd sensation, not fear, but rather like she was sensing a strong unknown force.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Not Just For Breakfast Anymore</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>PV Lundqvist</dc:creator>
		
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Benny wants a pet—a dog or a cat. You know, the kind of pet everyone else has. But other kids don&#8217;t have his mom. She likes to do things differently. So Benny doesn&#8217;t know what to expect when he first opens the pet carrier. Certainly not that his neighbors will want to kick is family [...]]]></description>
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<p>Benny wants a pet—a dog or a cat. You know, the kind of pet everyone else has. But other kids don&#8217;t have his mom. She likes to do things differently. So Benny doesn&#8217;t know what to expect when he first opens the pet carrier. Certainly not that his neighbors will want to kick is family out of town—he just got here! And he was just about to make the baseball team, too. What will he do?</p>
<blockquote><p>Not Just For Breakfast Anymore is a classic book for modern kids. Middle grade readers and some older kids as well will find a lot to interest them in Benny’s world. -<a href="http://childrensbooks.suite101.com/article.cfm/not_just_for_breakfast_anymore?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;utm_medium=facebook">Suite 101 Book Reviews</a></p>
<p>No Wimpy Kid Here: A Great Book for Mid-Grade Boys. -Stephanie Gehlen, Amazon review</p></blockquote>
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<div class="pagecount">376 pages</div>
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		<title>The Last King’s Amulet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 15:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Northern</dc:creator>
		
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My name is Sumto, and I am a gambling, lazy, good-for-nothing drunk who has to join the army and fight in a war I am frankly too corpulent to cope with. Still, that&#8217;s got to be as bad as things get, Am I right?

The Last King&#8217;s Amulet
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<p>My name is Sumto, and I am a gambling, lazy, good-for-nothing drunk who has to join the army and fight in a war I am frankly too corpulent to cope with. Still, that&#8217;s got to be as bad as things get, Am I right?</p>
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		<title>Brownbird’s Luck</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 15:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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In a misty land, long ago, and far away, lived a lovely girl-child of fourteen. Her lineage was as mysterious as the mountain range that loomed over the valley where she lived. Her father grew flax, and her grandmother, &#8220;The Dark Weaver&#8221;, wove the linen into beautiful tapestries, some with strange powers. This was their [...]]]></description>
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<p>In a misty land, long ago, and far away, lived a lovely girl-child of fourteen. Her lineage was as mysterious as the mountain range that loomed over the valley where she lived. Her father grew flax, and her grandmother, &#8220;The Dark Weaver&#8221;, wove the linen into beautiful tapestries, some with strange powers. This was their only means of a living. Deila tended the animals on the small farm and helped &#8220;Gran&#8221; with the weaving.</p>
<p>One night everything changed when a foal was born to the dray horse and by morning was taken from them by a mysterious, evil creature.</p>
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   In the runup to the war in Iraq, dozens of intelligence operatives watched their careers evaporate when they spoke candidly about Saddam&#8217;s lack of weapons of mass destruction. One such case officer, now unwillingly retired and living in Las Vegas, finds himself a target for assassination.
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<p>   <strong>In the runup to the war in Iraq, dozens of intelligence operatives watched their careers evaporate when they spoke candidly about </strong><strong>Saddam&#8217;s lack of weapons of mass destruction. One such case officer, now unwillingly retired and living in Las Vegas, finds himself a target for assassination.</strong></p>
<p>   <em>The Last Days of Las Vegas</em> is the story of Ashor dur-Shamshi, a powerful military exile from Iraq who pulls the strings of an international conspiracy that will return him as Iraq&#8217;s new dictator, and of Charles Remly, who struggles to dismantle the centerpiece of the ex-general&#8217;s conspiracy. Fueled with billions of dollars from Saddam&#8217;s looted fortune, the tentacles of Ashor&#8217;s plot reach from his war-torn homeland to the glittery streets of Las Vegas, and much of the world in between. At the heart of the plan is an event that will wake up the American people and confront the power brokers inside the Beltway with two grim alternatives: Reinstitute the military draft, or help install a military government in Baghdad that will end Iraq&#8217;s expanding conflict, while searching for the bogus terrorist organization that has created a mini-Chernobyl in Las Vegas.<br />
   The ragtag team that defends Vegas against a nuclear meltdown is led by Remly, a middle-aged spook who was forced into early retirement during the runup to the war against Iraq because he insisted on sending proof to his headquarters in Virginia that Saddam had no N-B-C weapons. Cynical and burned out, Remly has a serious heart condition and is a significantly less-than-heroic hero. Spiritually and philosophically Remly is closer to Leamas of le Carré&#8217;s <em>The Spy Who Came in From the Cold</em>—and perhaps Meursault of <em>The Stranger</em>—than he is to the macho characters of modern spy fiction. He&#8217;s not entirely disconnected, but he is devious, seemingly unprincipled, and isn&#8217;t above shooting an adversary in the back. Best illustrating Remly&#8217;s take on the world is the opening of Chapter 10:</p>
<p>   &#8220;<strong>Reality is negotiable, or so Remly was given to understand his first week on the Campus in Virginia. By the time he retired and moved to Las Vegas he concluded that reality was merely optional, and Vegas did nothing to disabuse him of the idea.</strong>&#8221;</p>
<p>   Similarly betrayed, two old men on the team—retired from the upper echelons of the nameless intell agency in Virginia—were denied follow-on consultancy contracts because they refused to drink the Koolaid coming from inside the Beltway. One of them—an amateur magician—has a bit of a drinking problem … Leopold Gourmel cognac, not Koolaid. The other—a cranky old black-ops and regime-change specialist— has spinal disc damage and needs a walker to get around.<br />
   Another intelligence operative, described as being &#8220;a little light in his loafers,&#8221; was fired because of his sexual orientation, despite Remly&#8217;s defense of him. Then there&#8217;s a voodooman—an electronics genius also retired from the agency—who verges on a paranoid breakdown toward the end, when he&#8217;s strung out on sleep deprivation and gets wired on uppers. Rounding out the group are three sociopathic thugs from South Boston—&#8221;Neanderthals&#8221; the voodooman calls them—recruited for their black-bag skills.<br />
   Obviously, this is not a team of super-heroes.</p>
<p>   Complicating Remly&#8217;s task are the alliances that Ashor forms with K Street lobbyists, pols on the Hill, and a cabal within the agency in Virginia - thus turning Virginia, which should be resisting Ashor, against Remly&#8217;s team. And so <em>The Last Days of Las Vegas</em> is as much a political thriller as it is an espionage caper.<br />
   Remly&#8217;s adversaries are equally complex and dysfunctional. Ashor is a loving husband, father, and grandfather who decides to nuke Las Vegas without a moment&#8217;s hesitation. The coördinator of the strike against Vegas is a pious, one-time Dzerzhinsky Square black-arts cadet, rumored to have chosen the Service over the Seminary on the flip of a coin, his piety no obstacle to his job of bringing death and disaster to thousands of people. Then there&#8217;s a flashy Crimean remote-control assassin, another Dzerzhinsky Square cadet, who trolls the vodka bars of Moscow in his Student Prince parade-ground uniform looking for casual sex. And an Iraqi pilot with little if any religious conviction, driven to this suicide mission by a military strike against his family at a wedding party.</p>
<p>   The important conflict in <em>The Last Days of Las Vegas</em> doesn&#8217;t come from people shooting each other. Oh, there are gunfights and bombings and whole buildings destroyed, and all sorts of similar derring-do, but the <em>real</em> conflict comes from people trying to overcome one another through a sort-of mental kung fu— each trying to bring down his adversary with ideas and working deviously to sandbag the other&#8217;s emotions —something at which Remly excels. He likes to think of it as &#8220;manipulative empathy.&#8221; (Some might call it &#8220;mind ****ing&#8221; - though you and I and Remly never would!)</p>
<p>   Roy Hayes is the author of <em>The Hungarian Game</em>, which sold just under 520,000 copies in 6 languages worldwide.</p>
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It was a punch in the gut seeing Simeon Carr pacing down the hillock into Carford Dingle. The shock broke Philip's stride and he stubbed his toe, nearly sprawling through the heather. He caught his balance at the last second and his running shoes pounded onto the stone path of the old trod, which ran through the moors here.

Following the slowest first year into the gully, Philip saw four other sixth formers waiting, standing by the school boundary stone.

Philip frowned. He'd read the literature, dug up by the new Headteacher, but this didn't look at all like the ritual described there. And Simeon's presence suggested this ceremony was based on the sort of thing that had got Philip's mother killed.

He wanted to stop, to turn back, to ignore this whole thing, but as a prefect at Carford House, he was forced to keep an eye out for the firsties on this cross-country run, making sure none of them got lost up on the moors.

Simeon was actively hiding his presence. Philip could tell when his gaze slid away. Like a bulldog, he shook his mind clear from the external influence. He'd seen that before the day his mother died.

Why hadn't they stopped her? Why had she been so stupid?

Then there was the traitor's voice that whispered, because she didn't care.

It didn't help Philip to know that the Church only pulled Simeon out of retirement for cases it thought were nothing. The man had been on that other hillside five years ago. Granted, Simeon had tried to stop the events--Philip hoped he was in better practice this time.

A grouse erupted from a stand of bracken, startled by Simeon's passage, and flew into the darkening sky.

That was all Philip needed--wet and complaining first years. At least the moors needed the rain, it had been weeks since even drizzle had fallen, let alone this promised drenching.

The first year stood laughing at the four sixth formers led by Head Boy, Alec. According to the pamphlet, each first year was to run the boundaries of the school and give a good wallop on a drum set at the boundary markers. Tradition said that Beating the Bounds would drive off evil spirits.

So what was with the pine branch Alec held? What was with the three drummers?

Alec laughing in the library--a place he rarely entered--gathered with his friends over old ledgers.

Philip's unease at seeing Simeon turned to terror.

Alec lifted his pine branch high, while the other three beat their drums.

'No!' He yelled his certainty into the wind that suddenly clawed down the gully. 'You mustn't do that! You need to stop!'

The wind pushed his words back into his mouth and tried to thrust him out of the gully. He fought back.

Alec saw his struggle, and laughed--a high gloating note carried on the wind, which combed fingers through the summer--dry grass and whistled through the upraised pine branch. It was last year's drop; Philip ducked the brown needles flying like darts towards his eyes.

He expected Alec to use the branch to give the first year a good thrashing. Listening to his half-brother cramming for the exams to follow Simeon into that branch of the Church, Philip had reluctantly absorbed old traditions. One of the original forms of Beating the Bounds had walked boys around their village boundaries and hitting them on the head at each marker stone. He knew of darker forms.

Instead, Alec held the branch high.

'No!' Philip shouted, but the wind caught the words and whisked them away once more. Deep inside him, Philip knew that Alec was wrong, though he couldn't say how he knew. He tried to take another step into the gully. Defeated, he cupped his hands to his mouth. 'Alec! That's the wrong way! Stop!'

Alec flung his head back, staring in ecstasy at the louring sky. Even over the wind beating at his ears, Philip heard Alec's words.

'Let there be blood on the boundary stone!'

The first year stopped laughing. Incredulously, he started to turn away from Alec who towered over him with the branch.

'Aaa-lec!' shouted Philip. 'Sim-e-on! Stop them!'

Slowly, Simeon turned to look up the hill.

Philip saw the lightning spike start to the sky to meet the fork darting down.

'No!' he shrieked. If only he knew how to push the lightning away! No! He would never learn that!

Oh-so-slowly, Simeon raised his hiking stick--his mouth moving at stop-motion speed.

The wind pressed against Philip's downward momentum, driving him back up the hill. Step by step he fought the wind with all his physical strength--and that wasn't enough.

Inch by inch the spike advanced.

Weighted down with millstones, Philip lifted his arms, trying to cover his head, trying to turn away. Down in the gully, Simeon leaned into a slow-motion sprint towards the boys. For the first time Alec saw the older man. He lowered the branch--as if he were using a wand to cast a spell.

And the spike touched the sky.

Lightning arcing down to strike his mother as the spell lurched out of her control. Her screams of pain, screams of terror from the other cult folk, filled Philip's ears.

Light exploded in the gully.

The wind stalled. Philip landed face first in the heather, buried under the sound of the thunderbolt. Heat ran over his back, scalding his neck.

He pushed his head up and squinted into the gully. The fire dried his eyes just looking. He thought he could see bodies lying on the ground. He'd heard of people stunned by lightning but surviving it. He had to get them out of there.

Scrambling to his feet, he tried to take a step forward but the heat from the fire pushed him back. He raised an arm to shield his face and tried again.

And Philip saw his mother reaching out burning arms to him, screaming in agony. Horrified, he turned away instead of trying to help her.

In the fire he saw a burning face; it looked like his mother. Horrified, he turned away. Screams sounded outside his head.

Hair blazing, Alec stalked out of the gully, carrying a now burning pine wand. His eyes burnt from within.

'There's Philip!' said Alec. 'Get him!' He lowered the burning pine until it pointed straight at Philip's chest.

Behind Alec, three burning figures stumbled out of the fire; their mouths open, screaming in pain.

Staring, Philip remembered his half-brother saying that the only way fire could control a human was to burn them, destroying them utterly. Where their feet planted, the bone-dry heather burst into flowers of flame. Burning arms raised and lowered, banging on the blazing drums.

Philip edged away, then turned and scrambled back up the last part of the hillock, using hands as well as feet. Screaming in pain, the burning drummers chased him.

Philip charged onto the open moor, heather lashed at his shins as his legs sprinted for the horizon. He cast a look over his shoulder while his feet kept pounding.

Behind him, three figures of fire spread out, carrying their deathly life with them. The widening fire began to play with thermals. It blew a wind straight towards Philip, driving the flames through the parched moorland.

'Philip!' shouted Alec. 'Come back here!'

Philip hoped the fire would be reported. Right now, however, he needed to run, hopeless though that seemed. The hot wind breathed on the back of his neck. He didn't think he could outrun this building wildfire.

They're following me aren't they?

Another glance back showed him the burning drummers herding the flames in his direction. Could he lead them round in a circle, so that the fire went onto already burned ground?

His legs fell into the regular stride he used for long distance running--a very different one from the panicked sprint. He took a slight turn, but not enough that the fire creatures could cut him off.

Overhead, the clouds darkened further as smoke from the fire lifted and merged with them. Why wasn't it raining? Lightning flashed over the sky, but the promised rain refused to drop.

A check told him the fire creatures still followed. The main fire spawned little dancing devils.

Ahead was a fence--and a gate. Beside it stood a collection of fire brooms, but Philip knew the fire was too big to beat out.

As he vaulted the fence, a siren howled through the smoke. Relief. Someone had reported the blaze.

Running burned in his leg muscles--he was fit, but the ground was uneven. Fear of twisting an ankle in a rabbit hole concealed by heather added to his terror. If that happened then he was a goner.

He didn't want to burn. His mother had burnt when she lost control of the ritual using Philip's half-brother.

She only had you to marry your Dad, said the traitor's voice. To know your half-brother was properly brought up.

Bringing him up to save the world, by magic.

All Philip wanted to save was his own skin. Another slight turn, another glance--the fire and the creatures still gave chase.

Then his feet pounded on the trod. It went in the direction he wanted; he hoped it was a continuation of the path he had tripped over earlier. Running on the stone surface was easier--the path was open, not covered by vegetation. He could watch for uneven slabs.

Behind him, the fire was gaining ground.

Suddenly Philip realized the limitation of his plan. He staggered to a stop. Behind him the fire raged, but not enough time had elapsed for the older fire to die away. All around the trod, little fire devils sparked.

The main fire bore down on him, singing its triumph. Not a hundred meters away, he could see unburned ground and a road wide enough to be a firebreak. All he had to do was run through the fire ahead of him.

His mother screamed in agony as she burnt.

He took a step forwards. The fire reached hot little fingers for the uncovered flesh of his face and hands. He turned his mouth and nose away.

The winds driving the fire had come full circle. A huge, flaming tornado was forming--and he was at the center.

He was going to burn.

The flames leapt and clawed at the only way through. Why wasn't it raining?

Then Alec walked down the trod, his hair and arms blazing. 'Someone has to die today, Philip. And the man in the shadows stole away our chosen sacrifice.'

Philip backed away. 'It won't be me.'

'Blood must fall on the boundary stones.'

'The fire engines are here. They'll get the fire under control.'

'You put all your trust in technology, but what of the old powers, Philip?' Alec stepped forward.

Philip took another pace back; as the fire advanced on him, he could feel the heat from the old burn. 'There are no old powers.' He coughed as smoke wafted his way.

The spell out of control, his mother screaming as she burnt.

It should be raining. Particles from the smoke should be accreting the water droplets.

Seeing Philip's upward glance Alec said, 'We can stop the rain. The heat from the fire vortex evaporates any falling water. Stand still, please Philip.'

Alec took another step forward.

Philip's running shoes were melting to the stone trod.

'Alec, stop this! Let the rain fall,' pleaded Philip. Please let it rain, so I don't have to burn.

'I will only live as long as there is fire, you know,' said Alec.

Philip swallowed but his throat was dry from the run and the heat. 'Yes, I know.'

'Philip!' Another voice shouted. 'Come through!'

Philip risked looking behind. Simeon stood at the other end of the fiery corridor. On either side of the trod the fires burned, with heat enough to boil water, baking the pathway.

The Church people hadn't saved his mother.

'Philip!' shouted Simeon, over the crackling flames. 'I'm holding them off as best I can. Run through!'

It was only 100 meters. He could do 100 meters in seconds.

His mother had screamed as she had burnt.

'Philip!' shouted Simeon. 'I can't hold it back much longer!' He stood with his hands lifted over his head, palms out--the image of Moses parting the Red Sea.

They might not have saved his mother, but they had saved his half-brother from the altar.

Alec surged forwards and grabbed for Philip. Philip dodged.

I'm not going to burn.

'Stop him! He has to die,' shouted Alec. 'We must keep the flames alive.'

Philip leapt through the fire, kicking off his melting running shoes.

His bare feet pounded on the overheated stone of the trod. Ahead, he could see fire fighters whacking at the burning embers, as others unreeled their hose from the flame-red fire engine. He fixed his eyes on the dark, tarmac road.

And Philip ran.

Alec had gone silent. Philip didn't dare look behind.

The heated path wanted to burn his feet. He had to ignore the pain.

Why wouldn't it rain?

And Philip ran.

He saw the flame devil spawn off. Twisting and swirling through the air, it was driven towards Simeon.

A fire fighter knocked him out of the way. Another rushed to beat at the dehydrated heather.

No longer bound, the sea of flame rushed back to engulf the clear path on which Philip ran.

He heard the screaming. And the beating of drums.

His foot caught on an upraised slab and he sprawled onto the overheated stone. His hands blistered and he could feel his tracksuit bottoms starting to smolder.

A burning drummer leaned towards him. Hands dropping charcoal drumsticks, held together only by force of habit.

'Philip!' Alec's voice was a scream now. 'You've got to die. Please, stop the pain.'

'Release the clouds!' Philip said.

Four pairs of burning arms reached for him. But something held them back. He saw another face in the fire.

'Mother!' he whispered.

'Call the rain, Philip!' The crackle of the fire added the remembered impatience to her voice.

Why wouldn't it rain? Despite Alec's boasts even this heat couldn't evaporate all that water, it should melt the ice crystals sooner. This was science not magic--if he'd had any saliva left he would have spat the word. No! Not magic, which meant that it should be raining.

Mother's hold on the burning boys was slipping. Philip looked up. The long hose was just sprouting water.

'It will be too late,' whispered Mother. 'Call the rain or you will burn.'

'But you'll die if I put out the fire!'

The fire tutted, just like Mother. 'I'm already dead.'

The smoke crawled into his lungs and he coughed. And coughed harder.

Simeon shouted, 'Philip! Run!'

Burning arms reached out to embrace him.

It should be raining!

'RAIN!' screamed Philip.

The air filled with sound: rocks slamming into rocks in an avalanche, the din of demolishing a tower block. It drowned out his impassioned plea.

And then it rained.

The sky dropped the full load of water that Alec had been holding off--all at once. A lake of water landed on their heads.

Alec screamed in agony. The burning drummers were silenced as the water washed away their remaining ash.

Philip turned his hands over to feel the cool water on his blistered palms. Threatened with drowning now, he pushed up against the heavy load on his head and shoulders. He managed to get his feet on the ground and staggered upright. Water hissed off the overheated pavement. All around, the burning heather swam as the parched ground failed to absorb the sudden deluge.

It wasn't magic--he didn't do that mystic stuff. He'd been hallucinating from dehydration. There. That was the scientific reason for seeing his mother in fire.

He stumbled onto the unburning ground.

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<p>England may look like a peaceful island, but it swarms with ancient forces: old gods hungry for a touch of worship; mysterious spectres that can grant wishes, no matter how destructive those wishes might be; pre-historic cultural memories that can raise hungry spirits; and then there&#8217;s the mysterious haunted washing machine unhappy with the new detergents. To combat evil forces, the Church of England calls on a special breed of men (yes, they&#8217;re all men&#8211;and that is part of the problem). The Theological College of St. Van Helsing trains its students to combat evil forces&#8211;except when those students go renegade and fight their fellows.</p>
<p>With St. Van Helsing restricted to men only, women with talent lack a place for proper training, which makes them both dangerous and tempting targets for dark forces. Penny Bailey finds herself confronting a hungry fertility god, a misdirected love-spell and the horrors of the perfect diet.</p>
<p><span class="pullquote"><!-- The Red Cross they leave behind on their business cards doesn't mean rescue...at least not for their victims. But they are the Church-militant.--></span></p>
<p>Author Vanessa Knipe continues her stories out of St. Van Helsing (after 2008&#8217;s WITCH-FINDER) with another strong series of adventures. Knipe writes with a compelling mix of darkness and tongue-in-cheek humor. While theological students confronting evil by calling phrases from the Book of Common Prayer sounds amusing, Knipe makes it both real and dangerous. More so even than in WITCH-FINDER, darkness underpins these stories&#8211;the title, HARD LESSONS is definitely hard-earned.</p>
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		<title>Ripples of Difference</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 03:12:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Josh turned over another plastic toy is his hand and decided to sleep on whether he could bear to part with it. In the morning, it was still there, proudly on top of the pile like a Christmas tree star - a shining token from a boy who couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of his gifts. What he did understand was that his toys would go to children not unlike him.  They had also lost their dads.
To deliver the toys, Josh travelled with his mom to Uganda. Despite the stark differences in culture and language, Josh and his mom used their own loss to connect deeply with the women and children in the village of Ndejje and created a bond that would last longer than the toys, balloons and chewing gum they had brought...

Emilie Stevens met Kevin during her first week volunteering at a medical clinic in Kenya. She says he was quiet and unassuming. However on that day a friendship was born that grew over time and gave two people from opposite ends of the world the strength to heal and change each other’s lives forever...

Rosie Hughes didn’t want a laundry lady. But when she arrived at the Liberian refugee camp in Ghana, pinned on the wall of her guesthouse was a piece of paper with ‘laundry schedule’ printed at the top. She found her name next to Jackie, laundry lady number four, on Wednesdays. Rosie was to pay her 30,000 cedis (three dollars) to wash her clothes each week - Jackie came to see me on the morning of my second day at camp. She lives next door, in the back room of a small concrete enclosure. Three small children cling to her legs. Her face is round and youthful, but her right eye is half closed and pure white.  I struggle not to stare...

I was born in Cusco, Peru and my parents adopted me when I was a baby. During the summer of 2003, when I was 11 years old, my mother and I went on a homeland trip to Peru with other adopted kids and visited orphanages. I took children’s books in Spanish and teddy bears that I had collected for the children...

Rocky Turner never imagined she would board a plane armed with over 1,300 pairs of underwear. But she always knew her heart would one day lead her to Africa - A few years ago, I was lost in my own world. A busy mother of four boys, I wasn’t truly aware of what life was like for others outside my cul-de-sac, let alone outside the States. Like many people, I would read what was going on out there but never did much about it. I was living my life in what I thought was a ‘normal’ way. It is an amazing feeling to finally figure out why you were put on this earth. It took me a few more years (and two more children) before I started on a new path to make a difference. I wanted to help someone and the only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to help in Africa...

If you stood on the beach in Tanzania and cast a rock into the ocean, do you think that the ripple created from that single rock could cross the Indian Ocean and eventually meet the land-mass of Australia? Gwen Harrop will tell you exactly how it can...
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<p>The FREE e-book, <em>Ripples of Difference</em>, is a collection of unique and powerful stories written by volunteers from around the world. From refugee camps in Africa to orphanages in Asia, readers can learn about how volunteers are touching the lives of others and making a difference - a ripple of difference.</p>
<p>The book is not just a collection of stories; it is a call to action. Mahatma Gandhi said, &#8220;You must be the change you wish to see in the world&#8221;. We want to challenge readers to stand up and create their own ripple and join the sea of change that brings hope to those in need around the world!</p>
<p><em>Ripples of Difference</em> has been launched by Global Volunteer Network in recognition of International Volunteer Day, December 5th 2009, to celebrate the thousands of volunteers who have given their love, energy, and time to help communities in need around the world.</p>
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<div class="pagecount">114 pages</div>
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		<title>Lori’s Song; true story of American woman held captive in Iran!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 09:07:56 +0000</pubDate>
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Her name is Lori Foroozandeh, and this is her true story.
Lori lived her young years as a victim of abuse. As she grew older she fell into a classic pattern of self-destructiveness. But by the time she was twenty-seven, she was doing her utmost to create a sane life.
Mohammad Foroozandeh seemed like a man she [...]]]></description>
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<p>Her name is Lori Foroozandeh, and this is her true story.</p>
<p>Lori lived her young years as a victim of abuse. As she grew older she fell into a classic pattern of self-destructiveness. But by the time she was twenty-seven, she was doing her utmost to create a sane life.</p>
<p>Mohammad Foroozandeh seemed like a man she could trust, a man who would care for her and respect her. Though she knew he engaged in drug use, she ignored the warning signs and married him. Two years later, he asked her to move to Iran, promising that she could pursue her career, assuring her that the country was quite modern. For four years, Lori adjusted as best she could to the oppressive customs of the land, but as her husband grew more demanding of her, he also became more violent.</p>
<p>After the World Trade Center bombings, Mohammad told her they must leave Iran. He purchased bus tickets that he said would take them out of the country and eventually to America. But before they could escape, armed guards attacked and kidnapped her. Lori was blindfolded and taken to a paramilitary POW camp somewhere in the hills.</p>
<p>Then the nightmare began…. six weeks of horrific beatings, raping, torture, and starvation.</p>
<blockquote><p>The reason I&#8217;m writing is that I truly want this story to get out.  It took me eight years to write it, and the reason I went with a <span class="yshortcuts" style="#0066cc 1px dashed;">self publishing company</span> was that any correspondences I had with the larger publishers required me to edit my book and leave out certain details.  (For example my childhood sexual abuse and drug addiction&#8230;they only wanted the book to focus on IRAN ).</p>
<p>Once a girl from Bahrain and I escaped the camp (will elucidate when requested) we went to Ostandary a place in Iran to help foreigners in trouble.  Since there is no American embassy in Iran , I was taken (flown to) Dubai, UAE, where our embassy paid my way home.  But before doing so they made me sign a non disclosure agreement that I wouldn&#8217;t talk about what happened to me.</p>
<p>On Nov. 14th I arrived back in the USA .  since then I&#8217;ve been writing my story but wanted no publicity, until the book had been published which took eight years.  Now that it is published I would like the people to know.</p>
<p>I am also not a squeeky clean person, I fled to Iran due to having false prescription charges I was facing due to being a nurse and addicted to Vicodin.</p>
<p>The above and my childhood sexual abuse is also accounted for in the book.</p>
<p>When I arrived home on Nov.14, 2001, I had <span class="yshortcuts">severe head trauma</span> and brain injury that I now have dealt with.  I have had seizures due to this, and I was injured internally when I was raped there with a rifle barrel.  They also did public rapes.  I also taught english at Zabanamoozan Language School in Iran until one of my students were drowned in her fathers swimming pool for not being a virgin on her wedding night.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">&#8211; Lori Foroozandeh</p>
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		<title>A Convenient Solution</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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Is Global Warming a myth, a conspiracy, an “Inconvenient Lie, or “An Inconvenient Truth”?
Is carbon dioxide good or bad for the planet?
Are petroleum products good or bad sources of energy?
Wind farms? Nuclear? Bio-fuels?
Do we need to conserve or produce more energy for an ever-expanding world economy?
Are politicians making the problem worse or better?
No matter if [...]]]></description>
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<p style="center;"><span style="8pt;">Is Global Warming a myth, a conspiracy, an <span style="8pt;">“Inconvenient Lie, or “An Inconvenient Truth”?</span></span></p>
<p style="center;"><span style="10pt;">Is carbon dioxide good or bad for the planet?</span></p>
<p style="center;"><span style="12pt;">Are petroleum products good or bad sources of energy?<br />
Wind farms? Nuclear? Bio-fuels?</span></p>
<p style="center;"><span style="14pt;">Do we need to conserve or produce more energy for an ever-expanding world economy?</span></p>
<p style="center;"><span style="18pt;">Are politicians making the problem worse or better?</span></p>
<p><span style="bold;">No matter if you think</span> all this is an <span style="#000000;">Inconvenient Truth </span>or something else, Howard Johnson’s <span style="#000000;">A Convenient Solution</span> has many of the answers to our energy crisis along with some solid solutions we can implement<br />
using today’s technology.</p>
<p>We can replace all fossil fuels with renewable fuels and alternative energy sources within ten years and with only minor disruptions to present manufacturing and distribution systems.</p>
<p><span style="italic;">A Convenient Solution</span> describes most of the existing energy systems and some proposed new ones, all within current technology and present capabilities. Some of these proposed systems are quite unusual and some are very recently announced. Mr. Johnson provides many unique and surprisingly workable, long-term answers to the many growing concerns about energy, the economy, and much greater energy efficiency and reliability.</p>
<p>Adopting these new systems would improve our balance of trade, our economy, our job opportunities, and our technological presence. It could even reduce or eliminate the growth of carbon dioxide in our atmosphere, whatever that might do.</p>
<p>The point has been reached where we no longer have the luxury of time. The menace is here, now, and dangerous. If we don’t act immediately, the consequences could be catastrophic.</p>
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<div class="pagecount">365 pages (95,000 words)</div>
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		<title>Blood Moon; Tales of da Yoopernatural, Vol. 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:19:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>PD Allen</dc:creator>
		
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Connie Hillman must come to grips with what happened in the remote Huron Mountains, where she survived an encounter with ghosts, giants and cannibalistic Weendigo.
Connie reflects on horrific events in the ancient Huron Mountains, located in Michigan&#8217;s Upper Peninsula. Her former lover (and PhD advisor) Phil Waverly stumbles upon an ancient ceremonial site, which he [...]]]></description>
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<p>Connie Hillman must come to grips with what happened in the remote Huron Mountains, where she survived an encounter with ghosts, giants and cannibalistic Weendigo.</p>
<p>Connie reflects on horrific events in the ancient Huron Mountains, located in Michigan&#8217;s Upper Peninsula. Her former lover (and PhD advisor) Phil Waverly stumbles upon an ancient ceremonial site, which he believes will prove his theory of a Pre-Columbian Bronze Age civilization in the Great Lakes region. Can Connie stop Phil from opening a portal between worlds?</p>
<p>This volume also includes The Buck of Mulligan Plains. Henry Kincaid is hunting the biggest buck he has ever seen. A renowned outdoorsman, Henry always sought to be at one with the northern wilderness. Yet he never dreamed of attaining his goal in quite this manner. Meanwhile his lover, Lilith Gordon, fears she will lose him forever.</p>
<p>Future volumes in this series will involve ghosts, ghost ships, succubi, enchanted fish, sea monsters, pirates, mermaids, haunted forests and haunted mines, Manitou, fairies, daemons, the Eater of Souls, and much more.</p>
<blockquote><p>This book captures your interest in the beginning with Connie Hillman&#8217;s grandfather telling about an unusual character appearing to help him.<br />
It builds from that to the strange happenings in the mountains.<br />
Very entertaining.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">&#8211; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/A36O8IX60G84QH/ref=cm_cr_dp_pdp">Betty L. Pfeiffer</a>, Amazon.com</p>
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<div class="pagecount">96 pages</div>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 10:15:22 +0000</pubDate>
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Charlotte Rowe has been cast in the role of medium from childhood, and studied under a clever fraud. But does she have a real vision?
Divination from the spirit world. Con artistry. Cats and mirrors. The implications of Freudian psychology. Death. Life. Birth. Murder.
And ice cream.
&#8220;If you like intelligent, complex stories of paranormal horror and disturbed [...]]]></description>
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<p>Charlotte Rowe has been cast in the role of medium from childhood, and studied under a clever fraud. But does she have a real vision?</p>
<p>Divination from the spirit world. Con artistry. Cats and mirrors. The implications of Freudian psychology. Death. Life. Birth. Murder.</p>
<p>And ice cream.</p>
<p>&#8220;If you like intelligent, complex stories of paranormal horror and disturbed psyches, you might want to take on Ice Cream Memories. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.&#8221; <em>Web Fiction Guide</em></p>
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