Résultats pour "The Holiday" dans Contemporain

An enchanting new novella set in the magical world of Sunday Times bestseller Threadneedle. Rowan is visiting her aunt – Winne the hedge witch – in the Welsh countryside, to get back to nature and hone her skills, as well as taking a break from her annoying sisters and enjoying some peace...

Gilmore Girls meets Practical Magic in the latest novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Chicken Sisters She gave up on magic. But magic didn't give up on her. Three generations of magic. Two rogue exes. One Tarot deck. The perfect recipe for chaos. Flair Hardwicke knows three...

Molly and Gene Myers were happy - until tragedy blighted their hopes of children. During the years of darkness and despair, they each put their marriage in jeopardy, but now they are starting to rebuild their fragile bond. This is the year of Woodstock and the moon landings; war is raging in Vietnam, and the superpowers are threatening each other with annihilation. Then the Meteor crashes into Amber Grove, devastating the small New England town - and changing their lives for ever. 

Someone is murdering the Merry Men.... It's been a mostly quiet life since Robin Hood put aside his pregnant wife, Marian, turned his back on his Merry Men and his former life and retreated to a monastery to repent his sins...although no one knows what was so heinous he would leave behind Sherwood Forest and those he loved most. But when friends from their outlaw days start dying, Father Tuck, now the Abbott of St Mary's, suspects a curse and begs Marian to use her magic to break it.

This is how my tombstone read: Elizabeth Anne Taylor. April 25, 1974-April 25, 2004. Our sweetheart, only resting. Only, I wasn’t resting under it. I had, of course, died in the spring. Rose in the early dawn hours the day of my funeral and gone on undead walkabout. Since my body was MIA, the funeral was canceled. But my mother, who had been in a huge fight with my dad and stepmom about what to spend on my marble tombstone, had rushed to order the thing. By the time it was finished, no funeral, no service, no burial. So anyway, my tombstone had been in storage for the last six months.