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For Sheila Myhra, the beginning of the new year is anything but happy. Her fiancé, Driver, is called away to Rome on a reconnaissance mission while at the same time her renegade father makes a surprise appearance in Fort Worth. Against the wishes of her friends, Sheila confronts her father alone, and when the results of that meeting find Sheila trying to save the lives of thousands of believers, she gets a taste of her true power. Hungry to find the answers she has sought for so long, Sheila treads the fine line between good and evil. The answers to Sheila's past crash headlong into Driver's hidden, painful past, and the two must confront not only each other, but whatever their future—however short it may be—holds for the two of them.
The gates of hell are about to open—and heaven help those who stand in the way. The Indians call it Koshari—the ancient devil spirit who rules his wilderness kingdom from a windswept plateau high above the quiet Utah town of Moondance. Until now, the spirit has remained undisturbed. Soon, however, the terrifying forces of evil will be unleashed, and those who dare violate his sacred land will not escape the fiery heat of the Devil's Breath.
A return to the hellish, blood-soaked cauldron of Central Africa is nowhere on world-weary mercenary soldier Martin Palmer's wish list. But when the prize - at least for someone else - exceeds six figures, personal preferences don't enter the equation. And it is not just the numbers; a refusal to cooperate would mean arrest and trial for a murder he probably did commit.
He’s escaped an armed assassin and his explorer father is missing. Now a secret clue, left by his dad, takes Max Gordon into the wilderness of the Namibian desert. Ruthless businessman Shaka Chang is masterminding a major ecological disaster that will destroy countless lives. Stalked by the forces behind his father’s disappearance and in conflict with the vicious Chang, Max is fighting for more than his own survival. Plunged into a world of ancient tribes and the supernatural, Max will come face to face with evil–and be forced to make the most terrifying decision of his life.
A terrifying fog and a brutal murder are quite the case for an American anatomist in this historical mystery for fans of Caleb Carr. In 1783, a man staggers out of his cottage into the streets of Oxfordshire, shattering an otherwise peaceful evening with the terrible sight of his body shaking and heaving, eyes wild with horror. Many of the villagers believe the Devil himself has entered Joseph Makepeace, the latest victim of a “great fog” that darkens the skies over England like a Biblical plague. When Joseph’s son and daughter are found murdered—heads bashed in by a shovel—the town’s worst suspicions are confirmed: Evil is abroad and needs to be banished. A brilliant man of science, Dr. Thomas Silkstone is not one to heed superstition. But when he arrives at the estate of the lovely widow Lady Lydia Farrell, he finds that it’s not just her grain and livestock at risk. A shroud of mystery surrounds Lydia’s lost child, who may still be alive in a workhouse. A natural disaster fills the skies with smoke and ash, clogging the lungs of all who breathe it in. And the grisly details of a father’s crime compel Dr. Silkstone to look for answers beyond his medical books—between the Devil and the deep blue sea… Praise for The Devil’s Breath “Excellent…. Both literally and figuratively atmospheric, this will appeal to fans of Imogen Robertson’s series set during the same period.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review “A fascinating series…Harris is at her vivid best describing in precise, fearsome detail the “Great Fogg.””—The New York Times Book Review
At the end of a long journey, lightning flashed outside my window…I need more control. My hand jumped to Mulberry's forearm and squeezed. Shutting my eyes, I struggled not to picture the small plane cracking in half, my body flying through the air, still seat-belted to the beige leather chair; Blue, his paws grasping at empty space, disappearing into the bruise-colored clouds. The small jet shook and our pilot's voice, smooth and steady, came over the loudspeaker, "Sorry about the bumps. We'll have you down in Miami in about twenty minutes. Just hold tight." Mulberry put his hand over mine. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll be there soon." He smiled, making his crow's feet crinkle. Mulberry's eyes were deep emerald with ochre and flashes of gold. I tried to smile back but could tell I was just giving grimace. Mulberry handed me his whisky and soda. I finished it off. The ice cubes danced in my empty glass. Then we were suddenly out of the clouds. Below us the ocean was close, steel blue with white caps cresting each wave. The city's skyscrapers looked like towers of mercury in the storm's eerie light. Raindrops clung to my window, streaking across it as our speed pushed them aside. Hugh was somewhere down there in that city, a flat landscape made multi-dimensional through the efforts of man. My stomach lurched as we dropped through the air, my seat belt pressing into me. Blue whined softly and flattened himself even further onto the floor of the plane. A giant of a dog, Blue has the coat of a wolf, the snout of a Collie, with one brown eye and one blue. Both of which were trained on me at that moment. My fear was freaking him out. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine the turbulence as a gentle rocking but it didn't work. An ice cube jumped out of my glass landing on the carpeting. Blue, his belly still flat on the ground, inched his way toward it, then his tongue stretched out and pulled the cube into his mouth. He crunched twice before looking back up at me, now hoping for more whisky-flavored ice. I couldn't help but smile at the expectant look on his fuzzy face. We touched down with a jerk that sent my heart racing one more time. But as we slowly taxied toward our hangar the storm seemed suddenly minor. Just a breath of wind fluttered across the puddles, turning them into shimmering mirrors framed by the dark tarmac. "All right Ms. Rye," our captain's voice came back on over the loudspeaker. "Sorry about that descent, but we got you here safe. Thanks for flying with us, I hope we'll have you back real soon." As soon as humanly possible. I didn't want to be here, but Hugh was in trouble, and if there was one person I cared about in this world it was him. He was a tie to my murdered brother, a shared memory bank. I would do anything to help Hugh. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**
In a dying coastal town near Cape Cod, Stanley Falk lives a quiet and unassuming life as a dishwasher. A shell of what and who he once was, Stanley is a man with a dark and violent past who does his best to forget by drinking it all away. But one morning he awakens to find his meager bank account emptied and his memory of the drunken evening prior wiped clean. Vague memories and terrible nightmares of evil gods, distant planets and a hideous room where torture has been practiced and blood flows like water haunt his every waking moment. Something depraved is intent on dragging him back into the same pit of darkness he’s fought his entire life to crawl out of, and now there are others, in the shadows, watching his every move and luring him closer to a truth beyond comprehension...beyond evil...beyond anything he’s ever imagined possible. You worship what you do not know.
Andre Verlain is on top of the world. At the age of twenty-six, he is already a respected member of the medical field, in love with a beautiful woman, Rachel Hayot. But then, in 1902, he finds himself in France, where he learns how easy it is to fall from the highest height to the lowest low. While in Paris, Andre meets a mysterious fortune teller, and Madame Boulier has some bad news . According to Madame, Andre must soon make a choice. It is foretold that the woman he truly loves is doomed to die in the city of St. Pierre on the island of Martinique-killed by the eruption of the volcano, Pelee. Andre is suspicious-until he sets foot on the destined island and realizes he has eight days before Pelee is fated to explode. Andre is in love with Rachel; the soothsayer must be referring to her ... but what of the enchanting island woman known only as White Flower? Rachel is the daughter of a rich plantation owner; she is safety and comfort. White Flower is the sister of a voodoo cultist-a dangerous man, hell-bent on killing Andre. She is not a viable prospect for marriage, so why does Andre feel such strong connection to the island beauty? Time is running out. Andre can only save one woman-but which one? And will Andre survive long enough to love her?
The MacGregor siblings dive into the South Pacific’s underwater world to solve a deadly environmental mystery—from the author of Sign of the Dragon. When marine biologist Dr. Randy Heath contacts his old friend Jack MacGregor to investigate dangerous pollution in a pearl bed, the adventurous MacGregor family travels to the South Pacific to solve the mystery. With his younger siblings, Heather and R. O., and his girlfriend, Natalie, eighteen-year-old Chris MacGregor discovers a dangerous link between a toxic underwater leak and an illegal gold-mining operation. Now, Chris and his family must journey from the aquatic splendor of the South Pacific to the dangerous rainforests of New Guinea in order to stop the deadly pollution from destroying the pearl beds. Filled with facts about history and science, book six in the MacGregor Family Adventure Series is a thrilling quest for middle readers as Chris and his family must struggle against time to stop the criminals harming the environment and threatening the MacGregor clan! ABOUT THE SERIES The MacGregor Family Adventure Series has received praise from School Library Journal for featuring “a strong family unit with realistic sibling rivalry and respect for parents.” Reviewers, teachers, librarians, and young readers have praised the series’ sensitivity to other cultures and its balanced view of environmental issues as well as the research and attention to detail regarding foreign landscapes, technology, and sociopolitical issues. The books have also been used to encourage reluctant readers due to Trout’s fast-paced writing and his signature inclusion of scenes depicting outdoor adventure sports like scuba diving, whitewater rafting, and rock climbing as well as refreshingly realistic teenage dialogue.
Why is our sense of smell so under-appreciated? We tend to think of smell as a vestigial remnant of our pre-human past, doomed to gradual extinction, and we go to great lengths to eliminate smells from our environment, suppressing body odour, bad breath and other smells. Living in a relatively odour-free environment has numbed us to the importance that smells have always had in human history and culture. In this major new book Robert Muchembled restores smell to its rightful place as one of our most important senses and examines the transformation of smells in the West from the Renaissance to the beginning of the 19th century. He shows that in earlier centuries, the air in towns and cities was often saturated with nauseating emissions and dangerous pollution. Having little choice but to see and smell faeces and urine on a daily basis, people showed little revulsion; until the 1620s, literature and poetry delighted in excreta which now disgust us. The smell of excrement and body odours were formative aspects of eroticism and sexuality, for the social elite and the popular classes alike. At the same time, medicine explained outbreaks of plague by Satan's poisonous breath corrupting the air. Amber, musk and civet came to be seen as vital bulwarks against the devil's breath: scents were worn like armour against the plague. The disappearance of the plague after 1720 and the sharp decline in fear of the devil meant there was no longer any point in using perfumes to fight the forces of evil, paving the way for the olfactory revolution of the 18th century when softer, sweeter perfumes, often with floral and fruity scents, came into fashion, reflecting new norms of femininity and a gentler vision of nature. This rich cultural history of an under-appreciated sense will be appeal to a wide readership.