Jude expected a relaxing summer at his uncle’s home in the country– but someone else had different plans for him.
Muscular Atticus has his eyes– and hands– all over Jude, making him submit to him at will. While Atticus makes Jude’s nerves stand on end, he can’t get enough. Each encounter becomes more intense, and Atticus appears to be full of secrets.
Suddenly, Jude finds himself having feelings for his muscular suitor but soon learns that he’ll have to endure the trouble behind Atticus’ dark past for them to start a future together. A 20,000 word stand alone novel with a muscular alpha-type male and his reluctant, adorable neighbor.
Die Mächte bringen sich in Stellung, das letzte Spiel um die Macht beginnt. Die Forkruul Assail sind ein altes Volk. Lange Zeit galten sie als beinahe ausgestorben.
Niemand hat mit ihnen gerechnet, niemand weiß, was ihre Ziele sind. Doch nun melden sie sich mit Macht zurück. Götter wandeln in der Welt der Sterblichen, Drachen erwachen aus jahrhundertelangem Schlaf. Die Forkruul Assail bekämpfen sie alle – und sind doch kurz davor, das Spiel der Götter für sich zu entscheiden …
When Nona Conklin brings him a painting by the great-grandfather she never knew, gallery owner Timothy Randolph knows he's found the project of a lifetime: curating a spectacular cache of folk art hidden for decades in the mountains of her home. "God never made a lazier man than Cecil Conklin. Never put a more slothful soul in a fella big enough to wrestle an ox to the ground." The Conklin Collection is haunted and haunting, powerful in its brutal simplicity.
What looks like the work of a fevered imagination begins to appear more and more like the desperate attempts of a man toiling at the edge of his limits to depict what cannot be depicted… An underlying order as old as the hills, its thousand throats concealed beneath the roots and rocks, between the streams and trees, deep in the besieged mountains of Appalachia. "My momma said it was their eighteenth summer when Cecil started shooting up like a weed again.
That ain't normal." But the most crucial painting of all is missing.
And the only place it could be is the last place that should be searched. "The rest, I think they always knew deep down Cecil was the one in trouble, that something was after him already. He never should've gone over the mountain." I'll Bring You the Birds From Out of the Sky is a tale of art and obsession, of a dying heritage and cosmic horror, brought to rustic life with full-color paintings by artist Kim Parkhurst.
At a recent conference in Saskatchewan, indigenous and non-indigenous delegates from North and South America, New Zealand, Australia, and Europe addressed cultural restoration and the issues and challenges confronting Aboriginal peoples as a result of decolonization. Their aim was to determine how Aboriginal cultural rights in postcolonial societies can be restored and how to find new approaches for protecting, healing, and restoring cultures and languages of long-oppressed peoples.
He-Man has been left for dead—and Hordak’s Fright Zone is set to overtake Anwat-Gar. Adora must call upon the Sorceress Teela, who tells her the story of King Greyskull’s death and of the lost Eternian relic that might save her brother.
Patrick Aldermann, an accountant with a company that makes toilets, is passionate about his roses, which he prunes ruthly, 'deadheading' any blossoms a minute past their prime so as to make space for the younger blooms. Not much of a gardener, Dalziel views Patrick as a strong contender for the title of Most Boring Man in Yorkshire. Pascoe, though, has noticed that senior executives at the toilet company 'gentlemen, you might say, just a minute past their prime' have an unlucky habit of dying. And when they do, it's all but inevitably Patrick who, like a lucky young bloom, is poised to take their place.