When Tyler and his family are putting up the Christmas decorations, Tyler takes a look at the Christmas-tree angel, and asks, “Why are they always pink? Aren't there any black angels?” It's a question that no one can answer - not even his friend, Carl. And when Tyler starts combing the shops for a black angel, there are none to be found. But, late on Christmas Day, a surprise delivery from Santa convinces Tyler that there are angels just like him.
Faced with the ceaseless stream of news about war, crime, and terrorism, one could easily think this is the most violent age ever seen. Yet as bestselling author Pinker shows in this startling and engaging new work, just the opposite is true.
In our fast-paced world, it is easy to forget how much a simple "I love you" means to a child. This is why the author of this beautifully written and illustrated masterpiece put together this collection of creative and loving words.
The inspiring words of Emmanuel, brought to us through channel Pat Rodegast, have opened the way to wisdom for thousands of people. In our troubled world, his loving message, so beautifully expressed, has been balm for the hurting soul as well as clear guidance for living—both with others on this earth and within the Self. Now Emmanual focuses on a special topic, the question of Angels. Do they exist? What do they do? Where are they? Are there fallen angels? What do they mean for our lives? His answers tell us not about the mystical creatures “out there.” But about the marvelous, powerful being “in here,” the eternal, omnipresent Angel who is always with us and waiting to be found. In moments of need, despair, pain, and terror, when we cry out for help and for truth, Emmanuel shows us where the doorway lies that leads away from fear and toward the way Home.
“Do you believe in magic, miracles and guardian angels? If so, you’ll enjoy Ballard’s third cozy to feature ethereal Augusta Goodnight.” —Publishers Weekly After the sudden death of her husband, Minda Hobbs returns to Angel Heights, S.C., the home of her forebears, to seek peace and purpose in her life. Instead, she finds her n’er-do-well cousin Otto as cold and stiff as yesterday’s grits in the ladies’ room at the historic Minerva Academy. Shocked by her cousin’s murder and still grieving over the loss of her husband, Minda has mixed emotions when she’s greeted by her guardian angel, Augusta Goodnight. Shimmering with church window radiance, and smelling of strawberry jam, Augusta is a temp who’s come on a double mission-to help Minda solve Otto’s murder and to take care of unfinished business from an assignment in 1916. Even though Otto could be unbearable at times, an annoying laugh is hardly cause for murder. Minda’s only lead is a tiny gold pin, found wedged in a Minerva Academy bathroom stall, and its connection to a club called the Mystic Six. Together, Minda and Augusta trace the descendants of this secret society, piecing together clues that lead to a special quilt and the mystery behind Cousin Otto’s unfortunate demise.
California cultists, duplicitous damsels in distress, and dangerously high stakes conspire against Joe Quinn, a private eye who is beginnnig to feel more like a knight-errant Joe Quinn is cut adrift. He’s lost everything. His girl. His job. His place in the universe. A security head for a casino in Reno just can’t afford to have a gambling problem. Life takes a turn from tragic to strange when Quinn finds himself on the doorsteps of a religious cult’s tower in the remote California hills. Quinn hitched a ride from Reno but never thought he’d end up in a place like this. But a gambler has to play the hand he’s dealt. When one of the cultists asks Quinn to check on a man named Patrick O’Gorman and slides a not so small amount of money in his jacket, well, that’s just the sort of hand Quinn has been looking for. Thing is, Quinn soon finds out, O’Gorman disappeared under bizarre circumstances several years ago. For reasons he doesn’t entirely understand, perhaps for the sake of having a purpose, Quinn begins a lurid quest to uncover the truth. What he finds out instead is that there are just as many crazies outside the walls of a cultist tower as there are inside.
