Death has made Harry Marsden the most fortunate man in England. Six years ago he thought himself doomed to misery, ordered into a marriage for money by his profligate father.
The space of the past year has found him first father, then a wealthy widower, and finally the unexpected heir to the Dukedom of Westbourne. If only good fortune were contagious! Nothing could be more devastating than the news that his old friend, Catherine Sharp, is about to agree to an unwanted betrothal. A penni gentleman’s daughter, Catherine aims to give up her own freedom to secure better prospects for her sister. Harry must engineer the scandal of the season to overturn her engagement. Surely a Duke will serve better than any other for Catherine’s marriage of convenience? A scandal is one matter. The heart is quite another.
In order to wed her, Harry must convince his childhood sweetheart that their marriage will not be a match of convenience, but love.
Since it was first published in Hebrew in 2000, this provocative book has been garnering acclaim and stirring controversy for its bold reinterpretation of the relationship between Judaism and Christianity in the Middle Ages, especially in medieval Europe. Looking at a remarkably wide array of source material, Israel Jacob Yuval argues that the inter-religious polemic between Judaism and Christianity served as a substantial component in the mutual formation of each of the two religions. He investigates ancient Jewish Passover rituals; Jewish martyrs in the Rhineland who in 1096 killed their own children; Christian perceptions of those ritual killings; and events of the year 1240, when Jews in northern France and Germany expected the Messiah to arrive.
Looking below the surface of these key moments, Yuval finds that, among other things, the impact of Christianity on Talmudic and medieval Judaism was much stronger than previously assumed and that a "rejection of Christianity" became a focal point of early Jewish identity. Two Nations in Your Womb will reshape our understanding of Jewish and Christian life in late antiquity and over the centuries.
Black Pudding & Foie Gras is Michelin Star chef Andrew Pern’s multi award-winning culinary autobiography. It strikes the perfect balance between showcasing many of his mouth-watering dishes and the heart-warming account of Andrew’s fascinating life around food at The Star Inn in North Yorkshire. Its much more than a cookery book, it tells Andrew’s story, delves deep into his philosophy on food, introduces you to his local suppliers and provides a captivating and humorous insight into the life of a family that run a successful British food institution. By the time you’ve finished the book, its very clear that these are the thoughts of someone who views food and cooking as a way of life, and not just a job. The recipes come divided into sections that reflect the menu as opposed to the ingredients and give you all the knowledge to recreate some of his best loved dishes. Starters include beer-battered Scarborough Woof - a much loved fish from the North Sea coast; butter-roast Sand Hutton Asparagus and pressed Terrine of Yorkshire Gammon. Main courses feature traditionally garnished North Yorkshire Moors Grouse complete with Streaky Bacon, Bread Sauce and homemade Redcurrant Jelly; Charles Ashbridge’s Gloucester Old Spot Suckling Pig with Black Pudding and Cider and Hartlepool-landed Halibut with steamed marsh Samphire. Also on offer are comfort foods such as steamed Steak and Kidney Pudding with Oysters and braised neck of heather-fed Moorland Mutton with Pearl Barley. Puddings again reflect local produce and combine the more modern with the old traditions - think fresh Lemon Tart, Pimms No1 Jelly and rich dark Chocolate and Orange Tart before moving on to Ampleforth Abbey Apple Tarte Tatin, baked Ginger Parkin and steamed Ale Cake. Andrew reflects that puddings were never a strong point, the household much preferring cheese and the section entitled 'Cheese Counter’ gives such delights as grilled Wensleydale Buck Rarebit with Ox Tongue and Lincolnshire Poacher with 'Felixkirk’ Fennel. Cheese is followed by an enticing chapter entitled 'Drinks Cabinet’ featuring recipes for home-made liqueurs such as Rhubarb Schnapps, Damson Vodka and spiced Cider, before you open up the 'Chef\’s Pantry’ and discover the essential stocks and accompaniments needed to complete the recipes. The book’s luxurious, tactile suede cover with embossed title gives way to 400 beautifully designed pages containing stunning photography, both in black and white and colour, by award winning photographers Antonio Olmos and Sam Bailey. There is nothing glossy about this book, it is just a rich reflection on the life and food of one of Britain’s brightest young chefs.
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.
One day she is Linda Farley, a senior in a San Diego high school, with a talent for art, an annoying younger brother, two loving parents, and a prospective boyfriend. Three days later, she is Lainie Foster, hiding with her mother and brother in Olympia, Washington. That's how fast things change after Linda's mother tells her that her father has been caught by the feds in a Mafia money laundering scheme and that the rest of the family has been placed in the Witness Protection Program. By the rules she's given, she must stay out of school, cut off contact with anyone back home, and never tell anyone what has happened. Linda -- now Lainie -- does her best, but in navigating her new life, she faces a number of questions. How could her father do something so contrary to her image of him? Why is her mother so familiar with their new city? How can she pursue a career in art without going to school? What must she do to save her brother from the worst effects of the upheaval? And who is that dark-haired woman she keeps spotting in front of the house? Then there's the biggest question of all: Is she Linda or is she Lainie? Because, in the end, is the choice really anyone's but hers? ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Anne L. Watson, a retired historic preservation architecture consultant, is the author of numerous novels, plus books on such diverse subjects as soapmaking and baking with cookie molds. She currently lives in Friday Harbor, Washington, in the San Juan Islands, with her husband and fellow author, Aaron Shepard.
///////////////////////////////////////////////// SAMPLE "Lainie," Mom said, her voice a little gentler, "we have to follow the rules, whether we like them or not." "The rules are nuts, Mom," I protested. "Like making us keep our old initials.
So the Mafia is too stupid to check the passenger lists for trains and planes leaving Southern California? You think they won't look for two A.
F.'s and an L.F. with one-way tickets to the same place?" Mom moved to the right to let a tailgating Jeep speed ahead. "That's one reason we're splitting up," she said. "WITSEC has never lost anyone who followed the rules," she said. "WITSEC?" I yelped. "Who the hell is that?" "The Witness Security Program. That's its other name." Sheesh. WITSEC. Like the FBI was such a buddy, we needed to give them a nickname. My face itched, and I rubbed it hard. "Don't do that," Mom said. "You'll rub off your makeup." "It feels like dirt. I don't know how you put up with it." "You get used to it.
Especially when you have more important things to worry about." Well, we had that, in spades. I'd just dumped someone I really wanted to go out with. I wouldn't be going to art school next year, because that's what Linda Farley would have done. I had to be someone else, probably forever. Compared to that, grease all over my face really was a detail.
I gave up and quit talking about it. Whining wasn't going to do any good. Mom kept quiet too, watching the traffic.
In the front seat, Alan sang some dumb song from a TV kids' show, over and over. But, as Mom had said, I had more important things to worry about. We took the Alameda Street exit and pulled into the train station. "What are you going to do with the car when you get to the airport?" I asked. "Leave it in a parking lot with the window down and the keys in the ignition." Even the Mafia wouldn't have a chance if she did that. The locals would have that car in a chop shop faster than the Godfather could blink.