Résultats pour "The Raven" dans Littérature et fiction

An FBI team arrives March 6, 2020, in a small Florida surfing village to investigate a series of terrorist attacks. The Bureau has a hot lead on a woman with a violent past and instructions to work with the local deputy, JP Barnett. Barnett's overly relaxed and incompetent techniques are instantly at odds with the federal agents. While the team awaits the terrorist specialty group from FBI headquarters, the local deputy seems to be doing his best to divert the investigation. The federal investigators are bewildered by the quirky locals and everyone's party-at-the-beach attitude.

Right. So apparently this is a story about dragons. Not that I was asked, mind you. Some overenthusiastic writer with too much imagination and not enough sense opened a portal full of the blasted things, and now the world’s on fire.

Walt discovers a manuscript hidden in the false bottom of a cabinet Maggie bought at a craft fair. The manuscript, written by a woman named Lenore, tells the tragic story of a life filled with abuse, incest, and finally, murder. Drawn in by the story, Walt becomes entangled with members of the family whose lives mirror characters in many of Edgar Allen Poe’s Gothic novels.

Trowbridge Dispatch is part of the Trowbridge, Vermont series of novels and stories, wherein I.M. Aiken draws on her roots in public safety to narrate tales of the everyday heroes that every community depends on.

The Unfortunate Problem with Grandmother’s Head and Other Stories is an eclectic collection of short stories carefully selected from over three decades of professional works that are intriguing, thought-provoking, and entertaining.

Natalie Love has worked hard to have it all. She runs a successful London theatre that's about to host one of Hollywood's leading stars, Ryan Harrison. She’s pretty sure she’s found her man in yoga boyfriend Benjamin, despite his annoying habit of saying Namaste! every time he speaks. And her eccentric, glamorous Hungarian gran is always on hand to offer sage advice and steaming bowls of goulash. Life in the bright lights of London has always been Natalie's escape from her chaotic family in rural Devon and Jamie, the childhood sweetheart she left at the altar fifteen years ago.

If someone were to write a novel about the world of big-box retail, it could very well be a grab bag of horrors and tragedies, detailing the dismal pay and long hours that employees suffer in the name of low prices and just-good-enough merchandise all so the bigwigs and the bean counters can stuff their pockets with trumped up stock options. It could be about that. Thankfully, this book isn't. Instead, it's a lively romantic comedy that begins when Jeff Martin, son of the owner of the third-largest retailer in the United States, shows up at his father's Minnesota corporate office.

My mother-in-law, Diane Newby, zombified by accident. She still volunteers at her church bake sales and cooks pot roast for her daughter and son-in-law, Ron Yardley. What ticks her off is when people don't treat her like a normal human being - with glowing red eyes and super strength and speed. And if she doesn't get her own way, look out. She explodes and leaves broken plaster and body parts in her wake. Nothing stops her: not brick walls, the federal government, or middle-aged spread.

Love is one of those four-letter words that people like to throw around, but sometimes love can be one of the meanest and nastiest games in town. If you have ever had your heart broken - then this audiobook is for you. If you enjoy the taste of strong meat - then this audiobook is for you. If you've got a sense of weird that is honed as sharp as a cutthroat's knife - then this audiobook is for you. Here are three of the strangest love stories you have ever read.

Just imagine you walk into a cheesy old greasy-spoon diner, the kind that ought to hand out antacid along with a napkin, knife, and fork. You ask the waitress for eggs and bacon, and she brings you a plate with live chicken on it. I mean, feathers and beak and the whole bonanza. Just think about a mix of Kafka and O'Henry and you are somewhere close to the mark.

There is a big old sledding hill not more than two or three good snowballs' worth of distance from our home, just behind Hank Macabee's house. That hill was waiting for me and my brand new toboggan. It's one of those sneak-up kind of hills with a long slow ride down that picks up speed as it goes with a bump-hump at the end that you never see coming. The Christmas tree crashed through Hank Macabee's bay window. The tree stand clattered behind it and bounced with a clank on Hank's half-frozen front lawn. Hank came through the door with a shotgun in hand.