Important Notice: Media content referenced within the product description or the product text may not be available in the ebook version. Indexes story collections by editor, book title, author, and story title. In this psychological thriller, will the police find a connection between the suspicious death of Lucille, the murder of Jeff, and the blackmail threats to Harry, a retired mechanic, and his beautiful teenage granddaughter Annabelle? Will it take the help of a group of nosey but tenacious tennis players to rescue Harry and Annabelle?
Torn between traditional and the Christian religions, Anyadwe, the wife of Ogwok, one of the pioneers of Christian faith in Coomit village, lead a stormy life with her posthumous son, Acellam. Because of her pious faith in the Christian faith she had received and in her dead husband Ogwok, Anyadwe rejected all the traditional inheritance marriage laws which were fronted to her by Opuk, the paternal uncle of her husband Ogwok.
Opuk was a hard liner traditionalist, medicine man and soothsayer who chaired all the village elders meets. He was highly respected in the village because of these irreplaceable qualities. His prophecies were precise and his herbal medicines were indubitable. Nevertheless he abominated Christianity and called it white man hoax doctrine of dominancy over a black man land, cultures and integrities.
Even if Anyadew gave due respect to Opuk leaderships as anyone else in the village did, their ideologies about Christian God and traditional gods were unmatchable. Notwithstanding the snappish differences between Anyadwe and Opuk, the village community appreciated their stands. As the results, most of villagers practiced both Traditional and the Christians faith because of Anyadwe and Opuk influence. Opuk oft en prophesied about the calamities to befall the village at the start of the year.
These he always attributed to the disobedience of the villagers for the reason that the community had accepted the Christians God and has forsaken their own traditional gods whom they have been worshipping for years. During such occasions he also prophesied successes for the village which he also accredited to those who participated in traditional rituals to appease the traditional gods.
Even Missionaries at the Coomit Mission were sometimes baffled by Opuk ingenious acts and words; however describing them as Satan powers at work. Nevertheless, they favored Anyadwe and described her as a role model of a pious Christian. From award-winning author S. Usher Evans comes a smashing continuation of her bestselling urban fantasy series. Picking up six months after the Demon Spring trilogy, the Demon Fall trilogy will leave readers guessing alongside our main characters as they explore the new reality of demons and humans.
Lotan is safe, but the world continues to churn unpredictably. Jack continues to struggle with the decision made by Anya - and what it might mean for their already-rocky relationship. Meanwhile, he and Cam must toe the line between their demon friends and an increasingly active ICDM - who seem hell-bent on eradicating demons completely.
Filled with twists and turns, and an ending that no reader will see coming, Resurrection is a stellar addition to the Demon Spring world. The Demon Fall trilogy is a spin-off series in the Demon Spring universe. It is strongly recommended that readers begin with the Demon Spring series prior to starting this one. Content warning for adult situations, depression, and suicide.
Resurgence 2. A few times Anya tried to talk to me, but as soon as I heard the name of the brunette I'd given myself to, I plugged my headphones in my ears and turned the music up to full volume.
Lexa would appear in my dreams. She either smiled at me the way she only smiled at me-full of love and tenderness-or she stood in front of me and looked silently into my eyes, while the whole world seemed to crumble in her green ones. At such moments, I would wake up with tears in my eyes, clutching my pillow tightly, trying to swallow the lump of tears lodged in my throat. Very often I remembered those moments when I was happy, remembered the bright green eyes, the snow-white charming smile, the cute mole on upper lip, the dimples on cheeks, the lush lashes, the curly chocolate hair, the soft hands Just as often I yanked myself back and kept cutting flowers, knowing full well that the punched hole in my rib cage wasn't going anywhere and that I still loved the green-eyed girl.
And really, it wasn't clear what I was really afraid of: seeing the brunette again, or not seeing her at all? I didn't paint anymore. The studio was padlocked, and all the brushes, paints, and canvases dusted in the dark room, preserving bits of the time when my own life had been full of those very paints. I closed the shop too early today, even for last week's work schedule. I decided to walk home through the park, since it was always deserted at this hour, and the car was in the garage at home.
Clutching the hot cup of coffee in my fingers, I put my face into the cold gusts of air, wrapping myself more tightly in the massive scarf that looked more like a plaid. The middle of November did not bode well, threatening to bring snowfall to the sleepy city. The wind tore the last of the colorful leaves from the trees, sweeping them off to some unknown direction. There was a girl standing by a small pond, her coat open in the wind, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a backpack hanging from one shoulder.
Next to her stood a man in his forties, gripping the girl's wrist tightly. I sighed and headed toward them, tossing the cold coffee into the trash on the way. My pulse quickened with each step, and my heart began to pound in my ears. Her chocolate hair curled into curls in the humid air, covering the wearer's face. But I already knew exactly who was standing a few feet away from me. With all my strength and common sense, I walked over and put my hand on the man's forearm, pressing it down.
She's in pain, can't you see? He stared at me for a few seconds, and then let go of her thin wrist and left, saying, «I'll wait for you in the car. Right now, the wide-open eyes looked at me with wonder, a kind of excitement, pain, and genuine tenderness.
The bright green that grew even more vivid in contrast to the dark circles under her eyes drew me in, forcing me to drown in such a familiar abyss. Her full lips were parted and trembling, and because they were a little paler than usual, a small mole was especially visible, and there was a small wound on her lower lip, as if the green-eyed had taken a savage slap some time ago.
My heart, which was tapping away at my ribs at the moment, clenched at the thought. I covered my eyes, enjoying the soft, velvety voice, and then began to greedily absorb the features of the face I loved so much, the body that had now lost so much weight, noticing every detail.
My legs buckled as my gaze lingered on the pendant around her dainty neck. Bresha Webb Billie as Billie voice. Antonio D. More like this. Storyline Edit. America, Your assassination of Nazi General Deathshead was a short-lived victory. Despite the setback, the Nazis maintain their stranglehold on the world. Only you have the guts, guns, and gumption to return stateside, kill every Nazi in sight, and spark the second American Revolution.
However, the futuristic Nazi war machine, sadistic Obergruppenfuhrer Irene Engel and even BJ's own father stand in his way. Make America Nazi-Free Again. Did you know Edit. Trivia In the helm of the resistance submarine, there is a map of the United states. Lake Michigan has been removed. Goofs One of the notes that can be found on the "Ausmerzer" depicts an Oberleutnant Decker as the second in command on the ship.
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