Author: Obi
Publisher: Penknife Press
ISBN: 0974194956
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 156
Book Description
Satan's Anvil
Author: Obi
Publisher: Penknife Press
ISBN: 0974194956
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 156
Book Description
Publisher: Penknife Press
ISBN: 0974194956
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 156
Book Description
Lucifer's Gardens
Author: Jim Cleveland
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1496928121
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 489
Book Description
God Created Evolution Lucifer Rebelled Against It. The Father conceived a universe of elemental planets in evolution, with unique mortal personalities to evolve with them, and ascend to perfection. Lucifer considered it a massive waste of resources. Two ages come to grips with the Lucifer Rebellions impact on Earth. IN PREHISTORY... 511,000 years ago, the rebellion has cut interplanetary communications circuits and quarantined the Earth. Stranded is Anvil and a band of garden colonists from the Pleiades. They stand embattled in a primitive world which compromises their ideals, threatens their lives and demands a trip to the ruined city of Dalamatia where once stood the Tree of Life. IN MODERN DAY... Pleiadians are strongly but secretly present in a startlingly altruistic corporation. There, Mega and a united team of personalities with intelligence, beauty and sensuality seek to reverse the worlds cancerous corruptions. This leads to the U.S. President acting very peculiar and it may instigate a terrorist attack in Manhattan by a global arms industry threatened by peace. Lucifers Gardens stands alone as an action adventure that explores spiritual evolution and Gods Be Ye Perfect plan. It follows three other novels with these characters: The Alien Intimacies, Edge of Dark Light, and Dark Riders. Jim Clevelands nonfiction new spirituality books are: Beyond Cynicism, Celestials over Cincinnati, and Celestial Songbooks I and II. Jim, with Mark Austin, has produced 11 CDs of spiritual poetry and musical guest artists at CD Baby and iTunes.
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1496928121
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 489
Book Description
God Created Evolution Lucifer Rebelled Against It. The Father conceived a universe of elemental planets in evolution, with unique mortal personalities to evolve with them, and ascend to perfection. Lucifer considered it a massive waste of resources. Two ages come to grips with the Lucifer Rebellions impact on Earth. IN PREHISTORY... 511,000 years ago, the rebellion has cut interplanetary communications circuits and quarantined the Earth. Stranded is Anvil and a band of garden colonists from the Pleiades. They stand embattled in a primitive world which compromises their ideals, threatens their lives and demands a trip to the ruined city of Dalamatia where once stood the Tree of Life. IN MODERN DAY... Pleiadians are strongly but secretly present in a startlingly altruistic corporation. There, Mega and a united team of personalities with intelligence, beauty and sensuality seek to reverse the worlds cancerous corruptions. This leads to the U.S. President acting very peculiar and it may instigate a terrorist attack in Manhattan by a global arms industry threatened by peace. Lucifers Gardens stands alone as an action adventure that explores spiritual evolution and Gods Be Ye Perfect plan. It follows three other novels with these characters: The Alien Intimacies, Edge of Dark Light, and Dark Riders. Jim Clevelands nonfiction new spirituality books are: Beyond Cynicism, Celestials over Cincinnati, and Celestial Songbooks I and II. Jim, with Mark Austin, has produced 11 CDs of spiritual poetry and musical guest artists at CD Baby and iTunes.
The Curse of Satan's Collar
Author: John W. Miller
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 146910122X
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 437
Book Description
He was big . . . the biggest of the litter . . . big enough to wrestle bears, and he did, two, maybe more; but he killed many. When he woke up in that black inky night he couldn’t see, thought he was blind, and had a massive hangover from his Daddy’s Cherry Jump moonshine. A buzzard had died in his mouth and with it came rotten dog breath. A headache like someone had hit him with a pole axe made him feel like he was dead, dead as four-o’clock. And did he smell! Wow! His torn bib overalls were soaked in sour mash. Other than not knowing where he was, he still thought he was alright, and that too was a problem. Was there any hope or any salvation? Luckily, he had been weather hardened by war. He stood up and he tired to walk, but ran into something. It knocked him down. When he fell, he heard something rattle. It was a trace chain attached to a leather dog collar around his neck. But in the inky dark he couldn’t see his hand in front of him. He got up again and found the trace chain wrapped around a tree, and locked. Shocked, he screamed out, “Goddamn! I’m chained to a tree,” then screamed louder, “They have chained me to a tree like a wild cur dog!” Now mad as hornet with his stinger busted, he felt around and found something else about the tree. This time he screamed even louder, “Son of a bitch! It’s my goddamn tree! Who in the hell would chain me to my own tree?” He sat back down against the family tree stunned, and then realized; “It’s got to be my . . . family. Chained me like a goddamn cur dog to a tree. But which one of them would have the nerve to do this . . . to ME?” Then he realized it could be only one person. He stood up and screamed, “Mama! Then he fell down again, pounded the ground, cried like his heart tore out. He got up off the ground, went into a wild-man’s rage then fainted with exhaustion. Then he got sick, tried to walk, but threw up all over himself. And the chain snatched him back and down into his vomit; it was all over him like those bugs. He pounded the ground with his fist, wondering how in the world he had gotten here and where he was. Again and again, he got up. Each time he tried to walk in another direction, but the chain snatched him off his feet and back down on the ground and into his rotten vomit. It didn’t matter what direction he walked. Finally exhausted, he couldn’t get back on his feet. Still he kept asking himself, “Where in the hell am I, and who in the hell put this collar on me?” All night he shouted and wallowed in his vomit like an itchy, old, fat hog taking a bath in new mud. He heard no one come in the dark, silent, black night. Thank God! His vomit smell finally ran the goddamn bugs off his body and away. AUTHOR REVIEWS "Another one of the best of the best; has an eye for writing more good novels. Just Great! What can a person do when they read a story like this one? You have the knack for telling stories from the Blue Ridge Mountains. Just keep it up and I’ll keep looking for another book." -Hyway94, Everywhere, USA- "I like the back-story (flash back) that leads in. Very well written and has great flow about something I know nothing about." - Isle of Travey, Auckland 1172 New Zealand- "Another highly written book, written in your unique style, and I loved the antics in this one. You are so gifted to have such a unique spelling ability." -rivki1111, USA- "This is the very best chapter (#54) of your novel. Of course, I am so glad the villain got his come up-ins. Dredd reminded me of one of my ex-husbands. You’ve got a great book here." -Oatmeal (Camille Whitman), USA- "You have a talent for realistic character, engaging dialogs
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 146910122X
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 437
Book Description
He was big . . . the biggest of the litter . . . big enough to wrestle bears, and he did, two, maybe more; but he killed many. When he woke up in that black inky night he couldn’t see, thought he was blind, and had a massive hangover from his Daddy’s Cherry Jump moonshine. A buzzard had died in his mouth and with it came rotten dog breath. A headache like someone had hit him with a pole axe made him feel like he was dead, dead as four-o’clock. And did he smell! Wow! His torn bib overalls were soaked in sour mash. Other than not knowing where he was, he still thought he was alright, and that too was a problem. Was there any hope or any salvation? Luckily, he had been weather hardened by war. He stood up and he tired to walk, but ran into something. It knocked him down. When he fell, he heard something rattle. It was a trace chain attached to a leather dog collar around his neck. But in the inky dark he couldn’t see his hand in front of him. He got up again and found the trace chain wrapped around a tree, and locked. Shocked, he screamed out, “Goddamn! I’m chained to a tree,” then screamed louder, “They have chained me to a tree like a wild cur dog!” Now mad as hornet with his stinger busted, he felt around and found something else about the tree. This time he screamed even louder, “Son of a bitch! It’s my goddamn tree! Who in the hell would chain me to my own tree?” He sat back down against the family tree stunned, and then realized; “It’s got to be my . . . family. Chained me like a goddamn cur dog to a tree. But which one of them would have the nerve to do this . . . to ME?” Then he realized it could be only one person. He stood up and screamed, “Mama! Then he fell down again, pounded the ground, cried like his heart tore out. He got up off the ground, went into a wild-man’s rage then fainted with exhaustion. Then he got sick, tried to walk, but threw up all over himself. And the chain snatched him back and down into his vomit; it was all over him like those bugs. He pounded the ground with his fist, wondering how in the world he had gotten here and where he was. Again and again, he got up. Each time he tried to walk in another direction, but the chain snatched him off his feet and back down on the ground and into his rotten vomit. It didn’t matter what direction he walked. Finally exhausted, he couldn’t get back on his feet. Still he kept asking himself, “Where in the hell am I, and who in the hell put this collar on me?” All night he shouted and wallowed in his vomit like an itchy, old, fat hog taking a bath in new mud. He heard no one come in the dark, silent, black night. Thank God! His vomit smell finally ran the goddamn bugs off his body and away. AUTHOR REVIEWS "Another one of the best of the best; has an eye for writing more good novels. Just Great! What can a person do when they read a story like this one? You have the knack for telling stories from the Blue Ridge Mountains. Just keep it up and I’ll keep looking for another book." -Hyway94, Everywhere, USA- "I like the back-story (flash back) that leads in. Very well written and has great flow about something I know nothing about." - Isle of Travey, Auckland 1172 New Zealand- "Another highly written book, written in your unique style, and I loved the antics in this one. You are so gifted to have such a unique spelling ability." -rivki1111, USA- "This is the very best chapter (#54) of your novel. Of course, I am so glad the villain got his come up-ins. Dredd reminded me of one of my ex-husbands. You’ve got a great book here." -Oatmeal (Camille Whitman), USA- "You have a talent for realistic character, engaging dialogs
Satan's Arena
Author: Christopher Chance
Publisher: Christopher Chance
ISBN: 145233434X
Category : True Crime
Languages : en
Pages : 163
Book Description
This appalling true-life prison writing chronicles the events of years spent in Spanish prisons. It highlights the fact that crime is planned in prison and how prison is the villain's jobcentre.This prison writing in the raw is not for the squeamish or politically correct. The anti-Spanish and anti-French sentiment is solely the author's undiluted emotions at the time of writing in his cell.
Publisher: Christopher Chance
ISBN: 145233434X
Category : True Crime
Languages : en
Pages : 163
Book Description
This appalling true-life prison writing chronicles the events of years spent in Spanish prisons. It highlights the fact that crime is planned in prison and how prison is the villain's jobcentre.This prison writing in the raw is not for the squeamish or politically correct. The anti-Spanish and anti-French sentiment is solely the author's undiluted emotions at the time of writing in his cell.
Mature Reflections and Devotions of the Rev. Rowland Hill, A.M., in His Old Age
Author: Rowland Hill (Minister of Surrey Chapel, Blackfriars Road.)
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 296
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 296
Book Description
Mature reflections of ... Rowland Hill in his old age [ed.] by E. Sidney
Author: Rowland Hill
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 296
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 296
Book Description
The Bride of the Nile
Author: Georg Ebers
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Egypt
Languages : en
Pages : 554
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Egypt
Languages : en
Pages : 554
Book Description
Sirens
Author:
Publisher: iUniverse
ISBN: 0595305245
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 146
Book Description
Publisher: iUniverse
ISBN: 0595305245
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 146
Book Description
The Works of John Robinson, Pastor of the Pilgrim Fathers
Author: John Robinson
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Congregational churches
Languages : en
Pages : 570
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Congregational churches
Languages : en
Pages : 570
Book Description
The Works of John Robinson, Pastor of the Pilgrim Fathers. [An Appendix to Mr. Perkins.] With a Memoir and Annotations by R. Ashton
Author: John ROBINSON (Pastor of the English Congregational Church at Leyden.)
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 574
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 574
Book Description