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What happens when a burnt-out techie professional ditches the comforts of modern life and hikes 2,650 miles across the Pacific Crest Trail from Mexico to Canada? A head-on collision of midlife crisis and wilderness reality, where he’s never felt more alive. Somewhere between blisters, bear poop, and resupply, it clicks. Those cryptic ideas of Zen and Taoism he skimmed almost two decades ago—about ‘simplicity’ and ‘attachment,’ the kind most of us flag as hippie nonsense, weren’t entirely wrong.

My gift has always felt more like a curse. Standing up and speaking the truth when nobody wants to hear it is terrifying. But the truth doesn't erase the horrors I've seen. It doesn't silence the whispers, or blind me to the fingers pointed my way. Doing the right thing never brought me anything but trouble. So finding myself held captive by a sexy-as-sin duo who loathe me on sight doesn't come as a shock. What does surprise me is how quickly my anger for them burns out, leaving a ferocious need in its place.

Humans expanded into space...only to find a universe populated with multiple alien species bent on their destruction. Thus was the Colonial Union formed, to help protect us from a hostile universe. The Colonial Union used the Earth and its excess population for colonists and soldiers. It was a good arrangement...for the Colonial Union. Then the Earth said: no more.

I'm an omega used as scent bait for feral alphas fighting in underground deathmatches. I was told I'm an omega without a heat—a lie. The truth? My heats were medically suppressed, and now, I've been sold as a secret weapon in a brutal underground where feral alphas are pitted against each other in fights to the death. When the Omega Crimes Bureau raids the ring, my dream of having love with a real pack seems within reach, but freedom is never that simple.

I loved a boy once. I let him go to chase his dreams. But he doesn't know I kept a piece of him with me. Benji Mills took the opportunity and ran as far as he could from our small town. Now he's one of the star members of the Connecticut Comets hockey team. His speed and skill rule the ice, and his sharp-shooting skills have earned him a reputation as a sniper. No matter how hard I try, I can't forget about him.

Being the MC President's daughter was never going to be an easy life. Not in general, not in love. Especially when the guy meant for you isn't yours to have. And that's just one of the many reasons why I'm going away. Back to my ancestral lands, where everything is simple and pure. Where I can do some good. And I'm not coming back.

A secluded log cabin with snow-covered hills and crackling fires. Pure bliss. Or at least that was what my best friend and I had planned. But plans change when his twin brother decides to crash our holiday escape. Hendrix is steady, kind, and always by my side. Wilder is, well… wild. He's everything I shouldn't want while his twin—my best friend—is the perfect guy. Not that he's ever looked at me that way. Unlike his brother… who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.

Ever heard of impostor syndrome? Well, if you look it up in the dictionary, you'll find my picture beside the definition. I've been living in my older brother's shadow since the day I was born. Anyone would struggle to live up to the legacy of the great Jaxon Slate, hockey superstar and face of the league. But it's worse for me. Everyone expects me to be Jaxon 2.0, and I'm nothing more than an off-brand imitation. When I'm out and about, people see me and glance over my shoulder, hoping he's with me. Until her.

For most of my life I lived in fear of a man I could feel watching me everywhere I went. A man only I knew was there, and everyone else dismissed as a figment of my imagination. But when my childhood crush rides back into town all that seems surmountable. And for one glorious night, it is. But the darkness following me is never far behind. And this time, it's out for blood.

Esania thought she and her people were escaping to the sanctuary planet of Torandor. Instead, she's ended up on a wild, uncharted nightmare called Khira, where the violet-skinned savages who guard them are just as poisonous as the deadly flora and fauna. And the pale-winged demon who's just dropped from above might be the most dangerous of them all.

Within everyone is an inner spark calling us toward a higher purpose. For some, that purpose is all about becoming a spiritual practitioner—using our mediumship, psychic, or healing abilities to help others and positively impact the world. This calling is impossible to ignore; a persistent pull that keeps showing up, time and time again.

I used to be that girl. Before loving you. The daydreamer who believed in fairy tales. And I knew I was right to have faith when a moment of serendipity led me to both of you. The three of us were blissfully happy, until your lies were exposed and the dream faded. Now I know that falling in love was just the point of impact, a single moment when life veered dangerously off course. Now I'm that girl.

TV’s first ecclesiastical comedy, All Gas and Gaiters was enjoyed by more than 10 million viewers on BBC One between 1966 and 1971. Written by husband-and-wife-team Pauline Devaney and Edwin Apps, it was so popular that a selection of scripts were revised and re-recorded for radio with the same star cast as the television series. Robertson Hare starred as the archdeacon of the fictional St Ogg’s Cathedral.

It should have been an in-and-out job. Find the girl and bring her home. But we're not the only ones who came for her. And when our rescue mission goes horribly wrong, we find ourselves stranded and alone in the unforgiving jungle. With death stalking our heels, every day becomes a battle for survival. A battle not all of us will win.

I see dead people. While it might sound cool, I can assure you, it's not. The dead are even bigger assholes than the living. I learned at a young age to be invisible. Even breathing wrong could set my father off. The beatings became progressively worse as I got older, and I feared I wouldn't survive to see my eighteenth birthday. So I plotted my escape, and no one was more surprised that it worked than me!

Born to a man of faith who let his vision for the future twist his mind, I learned to stay in the shadows, collecting the kids that ended up in this godforsaken place with me. They're the lost ones, and I'm their Wendy. The forgotten one, the dud, the failure. My only use now is as a future breeder to the cause. But they've taken enough, and I'll be damned if I let them take more. When the chance of escape is dangled before me like a carrot on a stick, I take it. I run with my lost ones toward a new life where the kids can be kids, and I can be free.

I’m being forced to move in with my brother’s best friend. After my life falls apart, the last person I want to face is my childhood crush. Much less live with him. Unfortunately for me, my overprotective brother and his equally overprotective best friend show up on my doorstep and don’t take no for an answer. I put up my best fight, but it’s no use. Soon enough, I’m boarding a plane with them and my newborn son.

She has secrets, but she can’t remember what they are. Paramedic Travis Monroe has honed his emotional shield when it comes to trauma, but when a terrified and injured woman clings to him after a devastating accident, her touch threatens to break through his carefully constructed defenses. She’s scared and alone, and she can’t remember anything. Unable to remember half of her life, Isabella Young latches onto the kind EMT whose patience becomes her solace as she struggles to put the pieces of her life together.

The Last Hieroglyph is the fifth of the five-volume Collected Fantasies series. Editors Scott Connors and Ron Hilger have compared original manuscripts, various typescripts, published editions, and Smith's notes and letters, in order to prepare a definitive set of texts. The Last Hieroglyph includes, in chronological order, all of Clark Ashton Smith's stories from "The Dark Age" to "The Dart of Rasasfa".

Lorelei Romano thought junior year would be spent living with her best friend, having the best season of her life on the girls’ soccer team and enjoying time with her boyfriend. Instead, she was suddenly single and stuck living with her brother in the football house across the hall from the grumpiest football player on campus. The tight end might be easy on the eyes with his tree-trunk thighs and gorgeous thick hair, but the guy hates her on sight.