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Someone is stealing pets in P.I. Billie Bly's Northwest Portland neighborhood and one of her critical neighbors begs her to find her lost dog. Billie is a hard-boiled female P.I., who normally wouldn't give the plea a tumble. However, she allows herself to be coerced hoping it might smooth ruffled feathers with her neighbors after her garage blew up during a recent case. A young boy with unruly red hair adopts her and asks to help solve her case. But the boy displays some disturbing behaviors and may be more hindrance than help. If she wasn't so good at her job this could be a case with a happy ending, but when she gets wind of something bigger a sinister figure plans to put an end to Billie Bly. Maybe she was better off with her neighbors hating her. This is a longer short story of 11,800 words.
Volume 30 Sermons 1757-1815 Charles Spurgeon (19 June 1834 – 31 January 1892) is one of the church’s most famous preachers and Christianity’s foremost prolific writers. Called the “Prince of Preachers,” he was one of England's most notable ministers for most of the second half of the nineteenth century, and he still remains highly influential among Christians of different denominations today. His sermons have spread all over the world, and his many printed works have been cherished classics for decades. In his lifetime, Spurgeon preached to more than 10 million people, often up to ten times each week. He was the pastor of the congregation of the New Park Street Chapel (later the Metropolitan Tabernacle) in London for 38 years. He was an inexhaustible author of various kinds of works including sermons, commentaries, an autobiography, as well as books on prayer, devotionals, magazines, poetry, hymns and more. Spurgeon was known to produce powerful sermons of penetrating thought and divine inspiration, and his oratory and writing skills held his audiences spellbound. Many Christians have discovered Spurgeon's messages to be among the best in Christian literature. Edward Walford wrote in Old and New London: Volume 6 (1878) quoting an article from the Times regarding one of Spurgeon’s meetings at Surrey: “Fancy a congregation consisting of 10,000 souls, streaming into the hall, mounting the galleries, humming, buzzing, and swarming—a mighty hive of bees—eager to secure at first the best places, and, at last, any place at all. After waiting more than half an hour—for if you wish to have a seat you must be there at least that space of time in advance—Mr. Spurgeon ascended his tribune. To the hum, and rush, and trampling of men, succeeded a low, concentrated thrill and murmur of devotion, which seemed to run at once, like an electric current, through the breast of every one present, and by this magnetic chain the preacher held us fast bound for about two hours. It is not my purpose to give a summary of his discourse. It is enough to say of his voice, that its power and volume are sufficient to reach every one in that vast assembly; of his language, that it is neither high-flown nor homely; of his style, that it is at times familiar, at times declamatory, but always happy, and often eloquent; of his doctrine, that neither the 'Calvinist' nor the 'Baptist' appears in the forefront of the battle which is waged by Mr. Spurgeon with relentless animosity, and with Gospel weapons, against irreligion, cant, hypocrisy, pride, and those secret bosom-sins which so easily beset a man in daily life; and to sum up all in a word, it is enough to say of the man himself, that he impresses you with a perfect conviction of his sincerity.” More than a hundred years after his death, Charles Spurgeon’s legacy continues to effectively inspire the church around the world. For this reason, Delmarva Publications has chosen to publish the complete works of Charles Spurgeon.
A collection of British and American proverbs that are currently in use.
Death is a much avoided topic. Literature does exist on mourning, but its focus remains upon the death of others. The fact of one's own mortality and its inevitable psychic impact on one's life is not optimally covered either in this literature or elsewhere in psychiatry and psychoanalysis. Bringing together contributions from distinguished psychoanalysts, The Wound of Morality fills this gap by addressing the issue of death in a comprehensive manner.
Ancient rituals. Up-to-the minute deception. Reporter Taylor McWhorter knows something is going on at the newly reopened uranium mine on the local Navajo reservation. The Native workers are being fired. Rumors of bad Native American spirits and shapeshifters mingle with the stink of leach pit mining. The rough red mountains and steep canyons hide more passes and getaway trails than any maze. And Taylor’s sources keep turning up dead... Until she meets Captain Trace Yazzie, head of the tribal police force and plenty to reckon with on his own. The chemistry between them is enough to incinerate Taylor’s rule about mixing business and pleasure. But with a murderer on the loose, priceless Navajo artifacts turning up in the wrong places, and Trace’s suggestion that spirits disturbed from looted burial sites might be part of the problem, Taylor can’t afford to lose her head to lust. This might be the story of the year. But unless she keeps her wits about her, it could be the last one Taylor ever tells... 71,268 Words
Making Out With Words We write for the one, Well-knowing these words We bled out in ink Will never be read by them. May be it is the beauty of it, There is nothing now Holding us back to use our words, No fear of losing, What we already do not have. I am not afraid, I am wide-open to the possibility. As I will wait, I am making out with words, Daydreaming your lips.
To whom will Ursula Tilghman sell Dames Hundred land as she seeks to finance a memorial to her husband? Will it be millionaire developer John Alexander Bassett, hungry to extend his power over St. Martins on Marylands Eastern Shore. Or will it be her stepson Stephen who wants to build a multi-racial new town on Tilghman land beside the Rehobeth River? The contenders vie for Ursulas favor, new and powerful interests join the struggle, warnings appear in the form of slaughtered animals, and murder strikes. Accountant Daniel Pryor and his lover Eurydice Smith join with State Trooper Celine Litowska, ensnared by her own secrets, in a quest for the killer, but not before death strikes again at Dames Hundred.
Private detective Benjamin Thomas is hired to find Beatrice Chasingly, a woman with a troubled past. A smarmy ex-husband, a cunning insurance salesman, a landlord with knuckledusters, and a psychiatrist with links to MKUltra all seemed to have played a part in her disappearance. Ben follows a trail of dead bodies down a rabbit hole where he uncovers a sinister plot, certain to change America’s future. His final showdown against the conspirators not only has him facing death, but the loss of his soul.
Welcome to the City Unspoken, where Gods and Mortals come to die. Contrary to popular wisdom, death is not the end, nor is it a passage to some transcendent afterlife. Those who die merely awake as themselves on one of a million worlds, where they are fated to live until they die again, and wake up somewhere new. All are born only once, but die many times . . . until they come at last to the City Unspoken, where the gateway to True Death can be found. Wayfarers and pilgrims are drawn to the City, which is home to murderous aristocrats, disguised gods and goddesses, a sadistic faerie princess, immortal prostitutes and queens, a captive angel, gangs of feral Death Boys and Charnel Girls . . . and one very confused New Yorker. Late of Manhattan, Cooper finds himself in a City that is not what it once was. The gateway to True Death is failing, so that the City is becoming overrun by the Dying, who clot its byzantine streets and alleys . . . and a spreading madness threatens to engulf the entire metaverse. Richly imaginative, David Edison's The Waking Engine is a stunning debut by a major new talent.