Harmony, Texas, is a small town where dreams are born. As the residents face unexpected endings and new beginnings, they also come face to face with themselves—and what’s most important in life... When Tinch Turner lost his wife, he gave up on living. Now he spends his nights brooding, boozing, and brawling. When one of his escapades lands him in the ER, he finds himself staring up at the beautiful new doctor in town. For the first time in years, he feels a spark, but Addison Spencer wants nothing to do with the unruly rancher—or any man for that matter. She’s only in Harmony four months, long enough for the trouble she left behind to be over. But then a vulnerable little boy barrels into both their lives, forcing them out of the past—and into a future where love is just down the road... In the meantime, as Reagan Truman grieves for her beloved uncle, she finds comfort in the makeshift family she’s made in Harmony—and in a new baby, the first born in the Wright Funeral Home in 45 years, proving to everyone that life does go on...
Third Language Dictionary is a guide to everyday language that is peculiar to and used by Australian folks from all walks of life no matter what or who they are or the level of success, education, credence, or place in society they have attained.
Try if you will, to imagine a time when automobiles were virtual bars, DWI roadblocks were in their infancy and MADD's mothers were still in utero. A time when "impaired" drivers were not vilified and hunted down like wild animals, but praised and admired for their deftness, agility, and multitasking ability. Ah my friends, but not so many years ago such an era did exist! Herein lies the tales of the brave young men who took to their vehicles, beer can in hand, fearing nothing but incompetent sober drivers and the occasional moving telephone pole.
Just Enough travels inside the conflict zone of Thailand’s southernmost provinces and gets under the surface of traditional Malay Muslim culture. Mira Lee Manickam, an adventurous American researcher, takes us with her as she settles into a small fishing village in troubled Pattani Province. Stepping uncertainly into this deeply traditional world, she gains privileged access to a side of Malay Muslim society rarely seen by outsiders and obscured by the violence featured in Thai newspapers. In a style that is humorous, honest, and moving, Manickam charts the southern Thai conflict through her travels in the region and tells the stories of her friends in the village: a gang of wild-haired teenage boys who observe conservative religious protocol by day and listen to heavy metal in back-street teashops by night; a group of young women too educated to find husbands in the village but too traditional to leave; an impoverished fisherman with a Zen-like stance on impermanence; and a dropout who immerses himself in Western culture as a star rock-climber in a nearby beach resort. These stories illustrate the tension between the values of a traditional Malay Muslim community and the demands of an increasingly modern Thai society. Just Enough is a personal journey of growth, loss, and friendship, and reveals the colors of daily life that lie beneath the black and white of newspaper headlines. What others are saying “The author offers an informed and engaged perspective on the impact of the hundred-year-old conflict in southern Thailand. It focuses on the lives of the common people in the areas of education, economy, and religious development, and their effect on the present and the future of the country. In a warm, affectionate style it highlights the cultural diversities in Thailand as a whole and also in its widespread Muslim community.” —Dr. Imtiyaz Yusuf, Assumption University, Bangkok Highlights - Explores an often forgotten side of the southern Thai conflict - Describes the lives of Malay Muslim villagers with humor, warmth, and depth - Gives readers an insight into the people left behind by Thailand’s modernization - Includes sixteen black and white photographs
By My Side is my personal journey through the trials Ive faced with the Almighty God by my side the whole time. Even the darkest times in my life had a lighthouse. It took a lot of strength and courage to finally swim to safety. I had to give up my own control so God could take the pain away. When I finally hit bottom, there was nowhere to go but up. As I was searching for something to help me attempt to start my journey to recovery, I noticed his hand reaching out. He was always there, but unfortunately it took me reaching the bottom to finally reach the lighthouse. I hope this book helps others know that God is always there, whether we acknowledge him or not. He is just waiting for us to rely on him to take the weight of this world off of our shoulders. Gods love is indescribable. It is unconditional. It is safe. It is eternal. When I let God into my heart, I was finally able to start healing the wounds this world threw at me. By my side is the hope, strength, and love God provides during the earthy struggles we all face.
There was a buzz all around camp; a new piece of equipment had arrived. We all wanted to get at it and play. I had had a rough run of late, which may be why I was picked as team leader that was to be first trained on the new toy. It was a can, with a long barrel, we guessed it was a new water cannon. The old ones looked similar and were effective, they were 96 Clive Andrews just a high pressure hose that sprayed water over a rioting crowd, it cooled them down and you could knock them down sometimes but that was about it. This new toy was fantastic, it fired water, but in single shots, each shot released a gallon of water at about 30 miles an hour. On the target range, we smashed every target with one shot on each. So long as they hit the target. I couldnt wait to use this little baby out on the streets. I didnt have to wait long, the orange men marched regularly during the summer season. We were sent out to aid crowd control, I hoped it started going tits up. As expected, it did. I had two sections covering me, armed with rubber bullets and some real ones too. My driver swung in to range and I had a perfect view from the flank. The only down side was to operate in comfort with maximum accuracy, you had to be standing up in the turret, so was open to be fired at. I couldnt care less, I just wanted to use this huge water pistol. I took aim and fired, just a single shot, fuck me, I thought. The paddy it hit, took off. I got him square in the chest, and he landed about six feet away, on his back then curled up in a ball to protect himself. He never knew what hit him. The snatch squad went forward and grabbed him. They dragged him behind our cover, cuffed him then threw him into the back of a police van. Me, I just opened up on the brick-throwing crowd. It was effective if I hit the front ones and lifted them into those behind, this was better than ten-pin bowling. I had a hundred gallon water tank on board and was determined to go back empty. I hit one after the other, sending them flying. The snatch squad ran out of places to put those they arrested, so gave up. They just watched, jealously. As I fired at the crowd. I caught sight of a group of four or five youths, huddled together. This did not look good, as I had stopped firing for a few seconds the troops around me knew something was not right so everyone was looking to try and see what was about to happen. A soldier who was up on top of my mobile water pistol, screamed, Petrol bombs. That was all it took for hell to open up on them. I fired three shots in quick succession at the group, with two of the snatch squads firing two rubber bullets all pretty much all at the same time. The result was brilliant. The whole group took off and went through the shop window they were standing in front off. We drove forward at them to disperse the crowd, it made snatching them easier. The fuel OMG 97 they were about to throw at us, split and ignited, There was a big fireball that blew out the remaining sheet of glass in the shop front. One of our potential attackers fell to the ground and not through the window, he was now covered with broken glass and blood was running from a cut on his face. From where I was sitting I couldnt see what damage had been done and didnt really care either. The remaining four lads were now engulfed in the fireball inside the shop. I did think about letting the fuckers burn, but then the smell of burning flesh was nasty whether it was friend or foe, so I fired several more shots into the shop. As the snatch squad raced in to cuff and arrest the fire bombers they turned the lad on the floor over. He was a mess, a shared of glass had gone into his right eye, another had gone into his throat. He was not going to make it. We tried but he was dead before the ambulance could get through the stone throwing crowd. I suppose it was justice, their own man dead because of their actions. The remaining four
Enter the world of Septimus Heap, Wizard Apprentice. Magyk is his destiny. In the fifth book of this Magykal series, Septimus and his friends find themselves on an island whose secrets are as dark and dangerous as its inhabitants. Septimus Heap returns to the House of Foryx with Spit Fyre to pick up Jenna, Nicko, Snorri, and Beetle. But the journey home does not go well and when Septimus and his friends are caught in a storm, Spit Fyre crashes into the Rokk Lighthouse. They are rescued by the lighthouse keeper who is disturbingly sinister, and who has an equally sinister cat . . . And all the while, Septimus is trying to fight the strange pull he's feeling to the island and its mysterious secrets.
