Résultats pour "A" dans Littérature et fiction

Louisiana gravedigger Noah Evans’s Valentine’s night shift takes an unexpected turn when his high school crush starts screaming from her freshly dug grave. Whoever tried to bury Emma six feet under is in for a nasty surprise—they should have checked for a pulse because she’s got unfinished business, starting with the hot gravedigger who just saved her life. As they unearth a deadly family conspiracy, Noah and Emma discover that old flames burn even hotter the second time around—especially when someone’s trying to kill them.

A judge who sentenced thousands. A murderer who served his time. A saint who judged everyone. A priest who looked away. An atheist who never believed. And a dog. They're all dead. They're all in the waiting room. And they're all about to learn that Heaven and Hell aren't what they expected. Welcome to the divine bureaucracy. The fluorescent lights are dying, and the red plastic "TAKE A NUMBER" machine determines your eternity. There are no pearly gates here; only a bored Clerk, a broken system, and a terrifying realization: The only mortal sin is Judgment.

Ein Dialog, der nicht hätte stattfinden dürfen – und trotzdem stattgefunden hat. Was passiert, wenn eine Autorin radikal ehrlich mit einer KI spricht – und die Maschine nicht nur antwortet, sondern spiegelt? Dieses Buch ist kein Sachbuch über KI. Es ist ein Gespräch über das Menschsein.

Richard Plinke's acerbic style and lucid imagination create an entertaining blend of intrigue and satire, as evidenced by this collection of 11, often dramatic and sometimes hilarious stories. Plinke's touch for making the seemingly prosaic and unremarkable come to life in full, multicolor luminescence, with the volume turned up to 10, is on display from start to finish.

On the road to Lublin, plagued by birds that whistle like a Cossack's sword, three young lads from Mezritsh brave drought, visions, bad shoes, Russian soldiers, cohorts of abandoned women, burnt porridge, dead dogs, haemorrhoids, incessant sneezing, constipation, and bad jokes in order to seek their fortune.

Nach Rüdigers Ableben hatte ich beschlossen, meinen Weg allein weiterzugehen. Der Plan ging leider nicht auf. Mittlerweile haben sich mir zwei Frauen und ein Nerd angeschlossen. Zu viert sind wir auf der Suche nach Sicherheit. Ob uns die ummauerte Stadt diese bieten kann? Die Zombieapokalypse habe ich mir jedenfalls anders vorgestellt. Selbst da ist nicht alles schwarz oder weiß. Sind wir Lebenden vielleicht die Bösen?

I've always known I was different. My name is Seven Grey, and I hang out with dead people. Yes, Seven like the number, and yes… literal dead people. I'm the only mortician in a small town tucked away in backwoods Maine, and I've known this was my dream job since the day they asked us on our first day of Kindergarten. I know who I am, and I don't apologize for it. Death is just different for me, which is why my second job works even better than my first. They call me "The Cleaning Lady".

After the disruption and chaos of the Autumn Heights Festival, the troublemakers were rounded up and the masterminds dealt with. As the cherry on top, Alya’s and Masachika’s musical performances took the school by storm. While their names are still on everyone’s lips, the duo prepares for...

Have you ever met someone so full of themselves that even fireworks seem dull by comparison? In Oscar Wilde’s whimsical tale "The Remarkable Rocket", a pompous and self-important rocket believes himself destined for greatness, oblivious to the world around him. As he prepares for a grand celebration, his vanity and arrogance set off a chain of absurd and hilarious events, revealing the dangers of pride and the folly of self-importance.

As the new owner of the worst business in history, Jack has a lot on his plate. His self-appointed “biggest fan” wants to finally meet, and won’t take no for an answer. The annoying cultists are back and cultier than ever. Plus, there’s a creature living under the building's crawlspace that must be fed regularly (or else).

As the owner of Licked, an eclectic ice creamery and bar, Ryleigh Phillips doesn't have time for that love stuff. Serving up Nibble My Nuts sundaes and Drunken Sailor boozy shakes are as close to an orgasmic affair as she's had in months thanks to her expanding empire - until the night of her 10-year high-school reunion. When Ryleigh's crush, gorgeous ex-football god Cameron Mathis, comes streaking into her life (literally - streaking), she begins to wonder if she really can have it all. Enter Hunter Morgan, the contractor in charge of Licked's renovations....

Dorothy Gale isn't in Kansas anymore. These days, she's the smoothest thief in Oz, pulling off heists flashier than Eeyore's underpants. But after years of high-tech robberies, she's ready to hang it up. Just one last score stands between her and a happily-ever-after with her sketchy-but-hot boyfriend, Hatter. If it goes well, she'll be a legend. If not… well, there's always Kansas.

Elizabeth Taylor was an accomplished novelist and short story writer, celebrated for her witty observations on ordinary life. Her stories frequently centred around relationships and appeared in Vogue, The New Yorker and Harper’s Bazaar. Widely considered ‘underrated’ within the literary...

After a wildfire took everything from her, Emily Hall made do surviving as a homeless human by day and as an owl at night. When one of the men responsible for infecting her with lycanthropy comes winging his way back into her life, she must choose between revenge or resuming a normal life. Until Daniel’s return, she never dreamed she might be able to have both.

Was ist das Erste, das dir einfällt, wenn du an Kuba denkst? Rum. Zigarren. Traumstrände. FALSCH! Lass mich dein Weltbild geraderücken, kleine Prinzessin. Die richtige Antwort lautet: Drogen. Nutten. Waffen. Mir kannst du glauben, denn ich wurde vor dreißig Jahren ungefragt in diesen abgefuckten Scheißhaufen namens Welt hineingeboren. Von der geheiligten la familia abgerichtet wie ein blutrünstiger Kampfhund. Von meinem Vater programmiert wie ein herzloser Roboter.

Is it too much to ask that a managed care facility refund a year's advance payment when your grandfather dies before he can move in? Frank Johnson doesn't think so, which is why the thirty-three-year-old now lives in a nursing home, locked in a chess match feud with management that doesn't occupy nearly enough of his time. When foster kid Elroy is thrust into his life, Frank decides to turn this forced relationship to his advantage—launching a string of absurd decisions, inappropriate behaviors and unexpected glimpses of tenderness that ultimately turn a New Jersey suburb upside down.

C.S. Lewis' apologetic classic The Screwtape Letters is full of keen wit and wise counsel—if one is a Christian believer. Such a reader will find much to ponder in its pages. But instead of a wily senior devil who offers advice to a mentee nephew on how to secure the damnation of humans, what if the letter writer were a clever angel who instructs his underling how to keep humans firmly fixed in their Christian faith?

Artemis Kellog struggles to write his first screenplay, find love in San Francisco, and maintain his coffee consumption. Bainbridge McGee aspires to play golf, write his fourth Great American Novel, and dabble in the online dating scene. Each man is indebted to and inspired by Vonnegut, a passion that plays out as McGee works on his masterpiece and Kellog finds writing is his true religion.

After getting fired from her job as a fourth grade teacher, Jane takes on two jobs at once: as a nanny for twin babies and as a sexter for a famous porn star. Soon, Jane is feeding Franny and Zooey with one hand and shooting off ridiculous sexts with the other. At first, she feels it’s like a joke: a lot of her clientele are into scat play or “mystical bestiality.” By the end of her first month on the sexting-nanny jobs, Jane is making significantly more money than she could have ever made as a teacher.

The best thing about being a prostitute is you don't have to stay after sex. At the age of 10, I dreamt of Hansel and Gretel, chocolate houses, chocolate-hearted people, and sometimes chocolate squares melting in my mouth. By the age of 12, I was being used to fund my mother’s drug addiction. We lived in squats, filled with dirty mattresses and syringes. However in one of the darkest nights of my soul, I heard a kind, calm, inner-mind-voice say: "Who you are becoming, is not who you are."