This is the third book by the student of Langston Hughes. It's a compilation of poems written by a man to the woman he so deeply loves. From it, she would be better acquainted with his heart and be reminded of the love he has for her. This is a journey of the heart, accomplished in the same spirit and example of Shah Jahan - builder of the Taj Mahal.
“Truly wicked . . . an historical thriller on a par with The Alienist.” —Steven Katz, screenwriter of Shadow of the Vampire It is the 1920s, and Spiritualism is all the rage. With séances taking place in parlors across the country and Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle arguing metaphysics in the papers, the media embraces the feverish obsession with the paranormal. Twenty-three-year-old Harvard graduate Martin Finch is sent by Scientific American on the investigative opportunity of a lifetime: an examination of the powers of Philadelphia “society psychic” Mina Crawley. But Finch, prepared to debunk a fraud, instead finds himself falling under the spell of the beguiling Mrs. Crawley—and uncovering a truth darker than anyone could have imagined.
A lavish collection of erotic art containing a decade's worth of illustrator Michael Manning's perversely beautiful portraits. Simultaneously lyrical, sinister and bizarre, Manning's works are stylised exercises in controlled sexual tension. Dominatrixes, dancers, fetish models, contortionists and other real-life muses are re-interpreted through the artist's elegant line work as powerful and profoundly sensual beings who give free reign to their exotic and erotic desires.
Something followed Haleema home in this supernatural horror. If she doesn't atone for the past, she'll have no future. After surviving a depressing winter living in the basement apartment of her grandmother’s house, Haleema Hamdan needs to get outside into the bright Virginia sunshine. All she wants to do is scout a suitable location to shoot her best friend Sabrina’s wedding photos and forget about her humiliating past. She hates driving down the single-lane mountain road dubbed 'Witch Road' by the locals. It’s the same place where a head-on collision killed her parents, but it’s the fastest way to Tri-City Park. Torn bits of a red dress and a black tulip lead her into the woods. Her discovery leaves her and the police with more questions than answers. One thing is for certain: there’s a killer on the loose. The tall, mysterious Detective Isa Fauzan assures Haleema that the department will do all they can to keep her safe. The passive-aggressive notes and flowers that keep turning up say otherwise. Haleema must reevaluate her life and figure out who is trustworthy before it’s too late.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872. Excerpt: ... THE MAJOR'S STORY. FROM my childhood, my friends, I have been a soldier, and my earliest recollections are of the barrack and the camp; while my youth was accustomed to the field and the bivouac. In fact, I have been that much-maligned personage, a soldier of fortune; which means, in most cases, a soldier of no fortune at all. Once in my life I resolved to relinquish the profession of arms, and to adopt some peaceful calling; but inexorable fate drove me back to the career which I began, as I have said, almost in childhood. After having given my sword to several European powers, and also lent it to the Turk, without finding myself any better off than when I began, I determined to visit the land of promise to all adventurers like myself, and came to this country to seek a home and a family. I had always been a dreamer, and to acquire these blessings was the dearest wish of my heart; while the hope of its realization had been my only solace in many a dreary bivouac, as I lay on the ground covered with my cloak, gazing upward at the stars, with oftentimes many a poor fellow stark and stiff in his gore.around me. The expenses of the voyage had absorbed all the little ready money I possessed; and I landed in New York penniless, having nothing but a stout heart and strong limbs, that had so often stood me in good stead. It was the autumnal season; and I strolled all day through the busy streets of the great metropolis of the Western World, studying the new scenes that met my eye; and, as the shades of evening fell, I stretched myself on a bench in Washington Square to rest. I did not fear observation; for I was utterly unknown. I was pale and careworn after my voyage: and my clothes were by no means new, --" my beaver gone to seed; " my shoes, like those of Juli...
“A towering and multilayered gem.” —NoViolet Bulawayo Amid the turmoil of modern Zimbabwe, Abednego and Agnes Mlambo’s teenage son has gone missing. Zamani, their enigmatic lodger, seems to be their only hope for finding him. As he weaves himself closer into the fabric of the grieving community, it's almost like Zamani is part of the family.… Zamani—one of the great unreliable narrators of contemporary world literature—knows that the one who controls the narrative inherits the future. As Abednego wrestles with alcoholism and Agnes seeks solace in a deep-rooted love, each must confront the burdens of history. Written with dark humor, wit, and seduction, House of Stone is a sweeping epic that spans the fall of Rhodesia through Zimbabwe’s turbulent beginnings, exploring the persistence of the oppressed in a nation seeking an identity.