A runaway teen. A dying wish. A shallow schoolyard grave... When PI Sydney Brennan is hired to find a man’s missing niece, memories of her own troubled teenaged years make the hunt a personal priority. But she can’t refuse a man’s deathbed request, either: to uncover a boy’s long-forgotten, final resting place at a shuttered juvenile center. Once Sydney commits to tackling both high stakes assignments, life gets complicated. Locating the missing teen is only the first hurdle on the runaway front, and someone demonstrates an alarming interest in the cold case. With the young victim decades in the ground, who are they protecting? And why? Can Sydney expose the shady correctional facility’s grim secrets before more skeletons are buried? Maybe even her own... Grave Truth continues the gritty Sydney Brennan Mysteries (see reading order below). If you like dark conspiracies, sarcastic humor, and shocking surprises, then you’ll love Judy K. Walker’s chilling story. Buy Grave Truth to dig up a disturbing whodunit today! The Sydney Brennan Mysteries alternate between novels and novellas. The books stand alone, but each of Sydney’s adventures builds upon previous ones. The reading order is: 1) Back to Lazarus: A Sydney Brennan Novel 2) Secrets in Stockbridge: A Sydney Brennan Novella 3) The Perils of Panacea: A Sydney Brennan Novel 4) No Safe Winterport: A Sydney Brennan Novella 5) Braving the Boneyard: A Sydney Brennan Novel 6) River Bound: A Sydney Brennan Novella 7) Grave Truth: A Sydney Brennan Novel; and 8) Memory Lane: A Sydney Brennan Novella
A shocking revelation. A long-buried secret. An old mystery reappears… Verity Hawkes’ new life as Leafy Hollow’s resident landscaper and part-time sleuth is just about perfect. She has a new love interest, a new home—even a new pet. The last thing she needs is a reminder of her troubled past. So when her long-estranged father shows up with a plea for help, her first instinct is to throw the cad out. Until he reveals scandalous new details that threaten to tarnish the memory of her deceased, and beloved, mother. To solve the decades-old cold case, Verity must confront a surly detective, a bungling helper, and a lethal paper shredder. But when the trail leads to murder, she soon becomes the prime suspect. To clear her name, Verity must solve the most baffling mystery she’s ever faced—one from her own life. The Grave Truth is the sixth installment in a series of delightful cozy mysteries. If you like spunky heroines, laugh-out-loud humor, and charming small towns with big city crime rates, then you’ll love Rickie Blair’s Leafy Hollow series. Buy The Grave Truth today to dig up a new mystery! Keywords: humorous cozy mystery
History enthusiast Eric finds himself fascinated with the legend of a grave—a grave that has been kept hidden from the world, known only to a few privileged members of The Society of Archaeology. In the quest to unlock its mystery and find the hidden meaning of the symbols, he and his best friend Shabir embark on a life-changing journey. Starting at a place called Paradoma in Paris, their quest takes them around the world; from the exotic city of Venice, to smack-dab in the middle of old Texas. With the help of Professor Abraham a symbologist, Maria an Astrophysicist, and George a sharp college-dropout. Eric and Shabir find themselves face to face with ancient communities that have long been at war with each other due to the difference in ideology. But the search for a better world is not easy; it always comes at a cost. Will they finally succeed in doing what they set out to do? Or will they lose everything they hold?
A memoir and book of mourning, a grandson’s attempt to reconcile his own uncontested citizenship with his grandfather’s lifelong struggle. A memoir and book of mourning, a grandson’s attempt to reconcile his own uncontested citizenship with his grandfather’s lifelong struggle. Award-winning poet Brandon Shimoda has crafted a lyrical portrait of his paternal grandfather, Midori Shimoda, whose life—child migrant, talented photographer, suspected enemy alien and spy, desert wanderer, American citizen—mirrors the arc of Japanese America in the twentieth century. In a series of pilgrimages, Shimoda records the search to find his grandfather, and unfolds, in the process, a moving elegy on memory and forgetting. Praise for The Grave on the Wall: "Shimoda brings his poetic lyricism to this moving and elegant memoir, the structure of which reflects the fragmentation of memories. … It is at once wistful and devastating to see Midori's life come full circle … In between is a life with tragedy, love, and the horrors unleashed by the atomic bomb."—Booklist, starred review "In a weaving meditation, Brandon Shimoda pens an elegant eulogy for his grandfather Midori, yet also for the living, we who survive on the margins of graveyards and rituals of our own making."—Karen Tei Yamashita, author of Letters to Memory "Sometimes a work of art functions as a dream. At other times, a work of art functions as a conscience. In the tradition of Juan Rulfo’s Pedro Páramo, Brandon Shimoda's The Grave on the Wall is both. It is also the type of fragmented reckoning only America could instigate."—Myriam Gurba, author of Mean “Within this haunted sepulcher built out of silence, loss, and grief—its walls shadowed by the traumas of racial oppression and violence—a green river lined with peach trees flows beneath a bridge that leads back to the grandson."—Jeffrey Yang, author of Hey, Marfa: Poems "It is part dream, part memory, part forgetting, part identity. It is a remarkable exploration of how citizenship is forged by the brutal US imperial forces—through slave labor, forced detention, indiscriminate bombing, historical amnesia and wall. If someone asked me, Where are you from? I would answer, From The Grave on the Wall."—Don Mee Choi, author of Hardly War "Shimoda intercedes into the absences, gaps and interstices of the present and delves the presence of mystery. This mystery is part of each of us. Shimoda outlines that mystery in silence and silhouette, in objects left behind at site-specific travels to Japan and in the disparate facts of his grandpa’s FBI file. Gratitude to Brandon Shimoda for taking on the mystery which only literature accepts as the basic challenge."—Sesshu Foster, author of City of the Future "Shimoda is a mystic writer … He puts what breaches itself (always) onto the page, so that the act of writing becomes akin to paper-making: an attention to fibers, coagulation, texture and the water-fire mixtures that signal irreversible alteration or change. … he has written a book that touches the bottom of my own soul."—Bhanu Kapil, author of Ban en Banlieue "The Grave on the Wall is a passage of aching nostalgia and relentless assembly out of which something more important than objective truth is conjured—a ritual frisson, a veracity of spirit. I am grateful to have traveled along.”—Trisha Low, The Believer
What is the basic point of this book? Theology makes a difference. The basic theology for addictions is that the root problem goes deeper than our genetic makeup. Addictions are ultimately a disorder of worship. Will we worship ourselves and our own desires or will we worship the true God?
2017 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Award: Silver for Memoir 2017 National Indie Excellence Awards: Finalist 2017 Independent Press Award: Distinguished Favorite for Memoir 2016 Beverly Hills Book Awards: Memoir Finalist 2016 Readers' Favorite:Silver Medal for Non-fiction Memoir New York Public Library Top Pick Summer 2017 When Barbara Bracht's mother disappears, she is left a confused child whose blue-collar father is intent upon erasing any memory of her mother. Forced to keep the secret of her mother's existence from her younger brother, Barbara struggles to keep from being crushed under the weight of family secrets as she comes of age and tries to educate herself, despite her father's stance against women's education. The story is not only of loss and resilience, but one showing the power of literature—from Little Orphan Annie to Prince Valiant to the incomparable Nancy Drew—to offer hope where there is little. Told with true literary sensibility, this captivating memoir asks us to consider what it is that parents owe their children, and how far a child need go to make things right for her family.
In 1985 British DNA scientist Helena Greenwood was brutally murdered in San Francisco. The only suspect, Paul Frediani, could not be linked to the crime. In 1999, a San Diego detective reopened the case - armed with a vital clue and a new forensic weapon that Greenwood helped pioneer . . .
You leave us alone; we'll leave you alone. When Elaine Mercado and her first husband bought their home in Brooklyn, N. Y., in 1982, they had no idea that they and their two young daughters were embarking on a thirteen-year nightmare. thin a few days of moving in, Elaine and her older daughter began to experience the sensation of being watched. Then came scratching noises and weird smells, followed by voices whispering, maniacal laughter, shadowy figures scurrying along baseboards, and small balls of light bouncing along the ceilings. From the beginning of the haunting, "suffocating dreams" were experienced by everyone except the younger daughter. These eventually accelerated to physical aggression directed at Elaine and both the girls. This book is the true story of how one family tried to cope with living in a haunted house. It also describes how, with the help of parapsychologist Dr. Hans Holzer and medium Marisa Anderson, the family discovered the tragic and heartbreaking secrets buried in the house at Grave's End. I struggle to open my eyes, but achieve nothing but frustration and failure. I am not asleep. I am fully conscious, in a state of panic unthinkable during the day intolerable in the dark of night, held prisoner by some tortured, invisible presence, insistent on abruptly invading my slumber. The more I struggle toward freedom, the more I am pushed into the mattress, perspiring, heart palpitating, a scream involuntarily silenced within my throat. Some nights I experience my skin being stroked while I fight to regain control of my body, my sight. Thank God, this was not one of those nights. Tonight it lets me open my eyes, shaken but unviolated, frightened, but not as frightened as I know I can become. First Runner up for the 2001 Coalition of Visionary Resources (COVR) Award for Best Biographical/Personal Book
