This book explores transmedia dynamics in various facets of fiction and nonfiction transmedia studies. Moving beyond the presentation/definition of transmediality as a field of study, the authors examine novel advancements in the theory, methodological development, and strategic planning of transmedia storytelling. Drawing upon a theoretical foundation grounded in Peircean semiotics and reflected in the methodological approaches to fiction and nonfiction transmedia projects, the chapters delve into diverse case studies, such as The Handmaid’s Tale and mega sporting events like the Olympics and FIFA World Cup, that illustrate the applications of our own methods and the implications of the logic behind transmedia dynamics. Expanding upon their own scholarship, the authors tackle the relevant topic of transmedia journalism, and present new approaches to transmedia strategic planning around educational initiatives in developing countries. The book is an important reference for scholars and students of media studies, education, journalism and transmedia, and those interested in comprehending theory, methodological development, and strategic planning of transmediality.
Altogether in one binding, the Saga of the Green envelopes you into a world of hope, which is the only thing it's characters have left. Tamsin, Lylanna, Zamoora, and an unlucky group of Fairies are all trying to carve a life for themselves. The world is divided, and in this fantasy medieval setting carving a life for yourself is hard. Especially for teenagers, and the Fairies who have to adjust to physical bodies and a world very unlike the one they left. The excitement you will experience in this riveting account of suffering, hate, redemption and love will change your life forever. You know what they say, you never know what will happen once dragons get involved. After reading this self-published book, (which hasn't been professionally edited, you've been warned, ) you will want to buy them all individually just to see the covers better, which the author designed herself, including this one.
“Sadly, Christina’s journey, and her children’s experience of being collateral damage, is not atypical. Kudos for her strength and bravery in putting her story out there as a cautionary tale for others.” (Dr. Susan Weitzman, author, Not to People like Us: Hidden Abuse in Upscale Marriages). “Christina Mask’s Nightmare is constructed around fragments from a life in agony as one woman attempts to escape abuse, retain her sanity, and regain the custody of three children the family court and her husband have taken from her. It’s all here—the daily records over months, then years; the diary entries; the self-blame; the excuses; the shame; the absurdist dialogues with family therapists; marginalia from readings or lectures or religious texts; letters pleadings with judges and lawyers and evaluators; poems; letters to and from the children, real and imagined; the reports that put her claims of abuse in quotations; and so, so much more. These pieces are loosely joined by a narrative and an interior monologue that I sometimes found too much to bear. But then I realized I was scanning something akin to a Picasso painting, whose underlying truth lay not in what was on the page, not the fragments, but in the hope that put them out here, no more evident than in the endlessly reasonable letters Mask writes to intractable foes. Mask has cast her eye on what Yeats termed ‘the broken, crumbling battlement’ of the self and lived to write it. As one director famously said about the sixty women and children crowded into her six-bedroom shelter, ‘If they can manage this, they can manage anything.’ Christina’s book gives us faith that she is right.” (Evan Stark, PhD, MSW. The writer is professor emeritus at Rutgers University, and author of Coercive Control: How Men Entrap Women in Personal Life [Oxford, 2007]).
All Mia wants to do is forget that she was ever kidnapped by a mysterious billionaire in the middle of a high-risk-job. Heartbroken, she falls straight into the arms of her partner, James. Adamant to get her life back to normal, she dives right back into her work as a private investigator. The only problem is, her newest assignment puts her undercover in a company owned by none other than her kidnapper, Damon Davis. Sparks flies and emotions run high, but what will Mia do when faced with an impossible decision? Go back to her kidnapper who can crumble every barrier of resistance in her veins and bring her to new heights of pleasure, or stay with the man who loves her? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ The door opened and I turned from the window to stare at the man coming in, my heart sinking at the image before me. He was nothing like what I had imagined. Instead of an obese, balding old man, the man who walked in was devilishly handsome. His light blue shirt was fitted, the thick muscles on his chest and arms contracting as he walked towards me. I moved towards him, extending my hand. A practiced smile was on my lips as I watched his dark blue eyes move from my face to my toes, focusing on my breasts for a moment longer than necessary before looking back up. "I'm Mia." He moved around me and I turned, walking towards the chair and hoping I'd make it before my legs gave out. My knees shook slightly as my heart beat wildly in my chest. I was not prepared to meet someone who looked so much like the man who kidnapped me. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air and I breathed it in deeply, coveting it. He even had the same masculine scent that could disintegrate panties. I sat down, interlinking my fingers on my lap. I wanted to jump n and start the conversation but he was staring at me with an expression that hinted he had something to say. "Your resume says you've had no job experience before?" he asked. "No, sir," I murmured demurely. "And you graduated with an Arts Degree?" "Yes, sir." "Mia. You and I both know the only reason you're here is because of your looks," he said, raising an eyebrow. This was embarrassing. Or it would've been if the qualifications weren't faked. I tried to look insulted. "I passed the online examination with almost full points," I defended. I had sat in front of worse interrogators. He was nothing. "Then you must be really smart," he said. Something about his gaze made me feel as if I was nude. I gulped. My mind raced for the most appropriate answer. "Yes," I whispered, my voice hiding from me. What was wrong with me? I could do better than that. "I scored better than 99% of the other candidates, which allowed me to skip two stages of interviews and brought me straight to you," I said. He turned his gaze towards me and I held my breath. My chest was screaming for air. "Hold that thought," he said, his attention diverted to the blinking light in the phone. He turned his back towards me and I let go of the breath I didn't realize I had been holding the entire time. I waited for him to leave the room to have his conversation. To my surprise, he merely walked to the window to walk. "I know you have a meeting tonight, but I've made us reservations at King's Diner," he said, sounding irate he even had to say it in the first place. I made mental notes about the interruption in my report. It was fortunate that I decided to wear a wire under my shirt today. I doubt the client would believe me if they didn't listen to the conversation themselves. I glanced up and inhaled sharply when I realized that his eyes were on me as he spoke. "Wear the red sequin dress I bought you last month. Yes, the one that you thought was too low." His predatory gaze made my skin break out in goosebumps. I averted my eyes toward the window, needing some air back into my lungs. "No underwear," he said suddenly, making me jump in my seat. My head snapped forward, eyes wide as the man simply stared at me. His expression was hard and threatening, as if he was talking to me. I crossed my legs, feeling a tightness grow between them.
Set in Chapel, Utah, Stockholm Syndrome follows the lives of four aspiring musicians and their muse, who does as much harm as she does good for the band. Hunter, Michael, James and Brandt make up another garage band, spending their bored winter days writing and practicing songs. At the same time, Abby Callahan, the beautiful sociopath and love interest for most of the band, runs away from her wealthy Mormon family in search of entertainment and the atypical, without concern for who she hurts along the way. When Brandt, the band's talented frontman, ends up dead in a dingy drug house garage, the rest of the guys realize Capel has less than nothing to offer. The group sets out for New York in hopes of making it. Abby maintains a relationship with both Hunter and Michael, refusing to choose between the two. Hundreds of miles into the road trip tempers and tensions get the best of them. James persuades Hunter that he is better off without Abby. Michael, on the other hand, feel she should have stayed at home in Chapel instead of chasing impossible dreams across the country. With splintering motivations and dimetrically opposed ideals, the end of the band and thei dream seems inevitable. Yet happiness takes different forms for different people and the finale of the book echoes Thackeray: "Who, having what he truly desires, is evber truly happy?"
Alex Volkov réprime tous ses sentiments pour atteindre le succès et se venger. Mais son meilleur ami lui demande de veiller sur sa petite sœur. Alex tombe sous le charme de cette dernière.
