Enter Atolas, a world where swords and daggers both extend life and end it, where magic is feared by all but a few, and where feuds and friendships influence kingdoms and courtships. Henry and Isabelle have secretly sworn to marry despite his lowly station as a carpenter, but his devotion to her drives him to commit an unthinkable act that may cost both of them their lives. At the same time, a secret, dark prophecy has set in motion events that will affect not only them, but the thrones of rulers throughout all of Atolas, threatening to eclipse the world in shadow. But all is not lost while hope remains in the guise of an unlikely hero and the strength of friendship.
Celebrate a Season of Wonder and Waiting Though the holidays are often jam-packed with busyness, the weeks leading up to Yuletide are still a time to reflect on the miracle of Jesus’s birth. Shadow and Light is a concise and customizable guide for the Advent season to help you rediscover your childlike wonder and contemplate the sacred gift we celebrate in the Christmas season. From bestselling author Tsh Oxenreider, Shadow and Light is a rich yet approachable experience that invites you to explore the historical meaning of Advent. Drawing from liturgical tradition, Tsh provides fresh insights for new and longtime believers alike. Each day includes Scripture, a reflection, a question, and a simple activity to engage the senses, such as lighting candles, listening to music, and viewing artwork both old and new. Let yourself break away from the hustle and bustle of crafts, cookies, and Christmas parties, and receive your invitation to remember the quiet focus of our celebration. Shadow and Light will help you reclaim the holiday season as a time to remember Jesus’s first coming, and to long for his one-day return.
BOOK ONE IN THE GROUNDBREAKING SERIES, THE WARS OF LIGHT AND SHADOW A powerful, layered weaving of myth, prose and pure imagination – Curse of the Mistwraith opens an epic fantasy series perfect for fans of The Dark Tower and Earthsea.
Playing with light is a magical experience for children and adults alike. Making the most of Light and Mirrors has been specially written to celebrate the wonderful ideas and theories that babies and young children demonstrate on a daily basis, as they play and explore the world around them. Each of the scenarios in this book, accompanied by stunning full colour photographs, shows how the use of reclaimed and natural materials can support play and active learning, exploration and investigation and creativity and critical thinking across the six areas of learning of the Early Years Foundation Stage. Through easily understood text and colour photographs, this book provides both photographic and written support for early years professionals wishing to develop their understanding of: - the role of the creative practitioner - a creative learning environment - child-initiated and adult- led experiences - the value of open- ended resources - the use of photographs in observational assessment
Sought by society patrons who admire her ability to create stunning "shadow portraits" revealing her subjects' most scandalous secrets, a mystical artist in 1925 Manhattan renounces her gift in the wake of a tragedy and flees to southern France.
MacKayla Lane is on a path to rule the race she was born to hunt--and kill--in this electrifying new installment in #1 New York Times bestselling author Karen Marie Moning's Fever series. The brewing war between the Seelie and the Unseelie is threatening to explode--with a definitive outcome that will change the fate of the Fae forever and thrust humanity into either light or total darkness. But as Mac embarks deeper than ever before into the origins of the Fae, she begins to question who is truly good and who is evil.
The woman who married Oskar Schindler tells the true story of their life together, what they did to save the Jews in their factories, and how this led to "Schindler's List". "Where Light and Shadow Meet" tells the story of a woman's daily acts of bravery during Hitler's reign--and why they mattered. Photos. Maps.
Catwin is chosen to be a Shadow by the Duke of Voltur to his niece, the Lady Miriel DeVere. The ruthless Duke is using Miriel as a pawn to catch weak and sickly King Garad's heart. Catwin and Miriel must quickly learn who to trust and how to use all their skills if they want to survive at Court, including when to turn those skills against the very people who have trained them.
Time for shadow play! After reading about how light and objects interact to create shadows, young children won’t be able to resist twisting, wiggling, bending, and shaking to see the phenomenon for themselves. To add to the enjoyment, Dark as a Shadow is written in lively rhymes, making it even more fun to learn the science behind why shadows change length through the day and disappear in the dark. Dark as a Shadow is part of the I Wonder Why book series, written to ignite the curiosity of children in grades K–6 while encouraging them to become avid readers. These books explore the marvels of light, color, machines, sound, and other phenomena related to physical science. Included in each volume is a Parent/Teacher Handbook with coordinating activities. The I Wonder Why series is written by an award-winning science educator and published by NSTA Kids, a division of NSTA Press.
Book 1 of 3- A contemporary fiction novel that touches on many different genres- fantasy, suspense, historical and more. Great for YA/Adult readers. This book is filled with thought provoking imagery that will change your view of people in your life. Books 2 & 3 to be released soon. If you had the ability to change someone's fate would you? Excerpt: Vivid dreams plagued me throughout the night; I could only vaguely remember the earlier ones, but the last nightmare had woken me abruptly this morning leaving me gasping for air. It had started simply enough, I was walking through a long meadow, my hands outstretched, brushing the waist high grass. The sun was warm on my face. It was summertime, and I wore a thin blue cotton dress adorned with tiny white flowers, wide straps across my shoulders, the material tickling my calves. My hair was long and caught in a warm breeze, the chocolate brown tendrils spinning like a kite tail behind me. Gabriel materialized in the field, his blue eyes matching the bright sky. His smile was mesmerizing, his skin glowing. It was a radiant shine that brightened the day even more. He wore brown pants and a plain white cotton shirt with no collar that was open at the throat as if the clothes were from a different time. When I noticed him, his hands reached for me. I started towards his direction, slowly at first and then picking up speed. The grass swished around me, and it was soft under my bare feet. The faster I went the further away he was. He encouraged me, "Run, Jenna." I smiled and tried to sprint. My foot became tangled in the grass, and I spilled forward, twisting, and the meadow cushioned my fall. He was beside me in an instant, catching my head before it hit the earth. His right hand grabbed mine, clutching it to his chest in a tender embrace. Gabriel's face was over the top of mine, a concerned worry pulling his mouth into a frown. I dissolved into a fit of giggles, and he laughed with me. He stared at me with such a longing; I shivered even now. Gabriel's expression became serious, and before I could question him, he kissed me. I relished his warm lips as they push against mine, capturing the moment like a photograph in my head. He pressed harder and then pulled away quickly. When I opened my eyes his gaze was still upon me, but his features were now dark, and his crystal irises clouded with worry. He whispered, "Run, Jenna." Suddenly I found the pasture empty; Gabriel was nowhere in sight and in my hand there was a strange coin. Frightened, I tried to shout for him, but I couldn't form any words. The green grass suddenly faded to grey and then to bare dirt. Surveying my surroundings, I was shocked to find that I was in the middle of a cemetery with tombstones sticking at awkward angles out of the ground. A scream froze in my throat as I stumbled to my feet. My dress was dirty, and my feet caked with soil. I stumbled along, angry raindrops falling from a threatening sky. The field was filled with hundreds of memorials, and I ran, weaving between them, careful not to touch a single granite stone. Ahead of me was a large tree, thick and black, ominous. Under it, I could barely make out a figure in the pouring rain. As I got closer, I swore it was my father's stature, facing away from me. I moved towards it, trying to make it to safety as lightning cracked overhead. Mud flung from my feet, leaving spotted dots on my dress but I didn't care. My slick, dirty hand grasped the token, my hair now soaked. I came to stop outside of the perimeter of the tree, a distinct line between wet and dry, like a waterfall with shelter behind it. I stood trembling, the rain coming down in sheets, the body just out of reach. I took a breath and reached through the water curtain touching the person's arm. As they turned, I gasped...
