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Author: Candace N. Coonan
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
ISBN: 1466934387
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 321
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The tide has turned against the royals... Princess Dawn, along with her cousins Evan and Ian, as well as her friends Mizu and Alan, experienced a narrow victory over Magica this past summer. And though it is now early autumn, the battle is heating up. The shattered body of demon, Ralston Radburn, is causing chaos all over Fadreama. These little fragments of evil latch onto the darkness in the hearts of both humans and demons, giving them the power to live out their most evil desires. Dawn and her friends begin the immense task of seeking out these fragments and purifying them, but find more than a few obstacles in their way. Not only is Dawn looking for fragments, but so is the dark Goddess of Hate sorceress, Magica. She has dispatched her Shadow Senshi to gather Fragments of Cardew, so that she may use them to create the ultimate warrior. Of course there is Ralston Radburn himself, skulking about in the body of Alice's cousin, Lance. The foul scheme he is concocting may be enough to outweigh all of Magica's ambitions. The battle over fragments suddenly takes on a new dimension, when the most unexpected thing happens; the fragments develop their own consciousness! Words are whispered on the wind, when a dark cloud hovers over Devona. The words say, 'revolution.' Events have been set into motion that cannot be halted. Fadreama sits on the eve of change. At such a precarious time, there is only one thing left to do; try.
Author: Candace N. Coonan
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
ISBN: 1466934387
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 321
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Book Description
The tide has turned against the royals... Princess Dawn, along with her cousins Evan and Ian, as well as her friends Mizu and Alan, experienced a narrow victory over Magica this past summer. And though it is now early autumn, the battle is heating up. The shattered body of demon, Ralston Radburn, is causing chaos all over Fadreama. These little fragments of evil latch onto the darkness in the hearts of both humans and demons, giving them the power to live out their most evil desires. Dawn and her friends begin the immense task of seeking out these fragments and purifying them, but find more than a few obstacles in their way. Not only is Dawn looking for fragments, but so is the dark Goddess of Hate sorceress, Magica. She has dispatched her Shadow Senshi to gather Fragments of Cardew, so that she may use them to create the ultimate warrior. Of course there is Ralston Radburn himself, skulking about in the body of Alice's cousin, Lance. The foul scheme he is concocting may be enough to outweigh all of Magica's ambitions. The battle over fragments suddenly takes on a new dimension, when the most unexpected thing happens; the fragments develop their own consciousness! Words are whispered on the wind, when a dark cloud hovers over Devona. The words say, 'revolution.' Events have been set into motion that cannot be halted. Fadreama sits on the eve of change. At such a precarious time, there is only one thing left to do; try.
Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher: Hobb's End Books
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 22
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Scenes & Interludes ... From an Improbable End | A New Series in the Flashback Universe ... “I’m not a killer, if that’s what you mean,” he retorted, then turned away and watched the fire, hands on his hips. “Nor will I let any of us be. I mean, if I’ve said it once I’ll say it again: this isn’t about bloodshed. It’s not even about rebellion. It’s more about …” He paused—as though saying anything else could only lead to regret. “I thought it was about nothing,” said Fiona, softly. “That that was its beauty—it was wildness for the sake of wildness. Passion for the sake of passion. Isn’t that what you said?” She laughed with surprising bitterness. “Different context, I guess.” “It was about filling the nothing,” he said, still facing away. “And letting go. Until … But then—you haven’t had to think about any of that … have you? No one’s made you king.” “And cue the Messiah Complex,” fumed Fiona, which I took as my cue to leave; to give them space—to let them hash it out, whatever it was—after which I wandered over to one of the kegs and filled a cup, reckoning that next to a roaring fire wasn’t the best place to keep beer—because it tasted like piss, literally. Nor did I stop at one but downed three in rapid succession, wondering what Calvin had meant by ‘filling the nothing’ and ‘letting go,’ and about being king—not to mention starting a sentence with ‘until’ … but never finishing it. And I guess I must have stood there for a while, because I distinctly recall watching the same group of teens—their arms laden with destruction—moving back and forth between the fire and the White House—the fucking White House!—to the point that I began feeling shitty about what we’d done; and even a little sick to my stomach. But then Fiona returned jingling Calvin’s keys and we were firing up his Mustang convertible, and the next thing I remember she was piloting us down 14th Street NW past buildings with Doric columns (now choked in prehistoric ivy) and a pair of grazing stegosaurs and at least one giant millipede; all the way to Constitution Avenue and the National Museum; which I took special note of only because I was trying not to look at her body—something she noticed, I’m sure, but didn’t seem to mind—because she just glanced at me beneath the blood red sky and smiled—toothily. Carnivorously. The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Cycle Flashback (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Flashback Dawn (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Tales from the Flashback (re-printed as Dinosaur Rampage) Flashback Twilight (serialized as A Dinosaur is a Man’s Best Friend; re-printed as The Complete Ank & Williams, Dinosaur War, Paladins) A Reign of Thunder (serialized as Heat Wave) A Survivor’s Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse
Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher: Hobb's End Books
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 136
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Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback, a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. He hesitated before peeling off a wedge and placing it in his mouth, at which he closed his eyes and seemed to melt, hanging back his head, working his jaw in a circular motion, reopening his eyes—pausing suddenly. “What?” I asked. “What is it?” He tilted his head, peering into the branches. “Isn’t that strange?” I followed his gaze into the tree but, alas, saw nothing. Which, of course, was precisely the problem; there was nothing—no oranges, no leaves, no uppermost branches, it was as though someone or something had picked the treetop clean. “Someone has a helluva reach,” said Maldano. I looked around the lot: at the lichen-covered Public Market and the Jersey Mike’s Subs with the Prius in its window, at the Vietnamese Nail Salon and the El Buzo Peruvian Restaurant. “We should split up, canvas the area. Make sure—there’s nothing else.” “Yeah,” said Maldano. “I think you’re right.” I headed for the Public Market. “Make a sweep of the strip mall. I’m going to check out that grocery store.” He laughed a little at that—which caused me to pause. “Orders—Hooper?” I half-turned, but didn’t make eye contact. “Sorry?” “I mean, in all this? This Big Empty? This ‘world tenanted by willows … and the souls of willows?’” There was something in his voice. Something subtle, something contentious. “Call it what you like,” I said, and continued toward the market.
Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher: Hobb's End Books
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 18
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Scenes & Interludes ... from an Improbable End. A new series in the Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Universe ... Atticus, meanwhile, had been counting down. “Three … two … one.” He sighed and lowered the megaphone—then lifted it to his mouth again. “The problem with you, Jaime, is that you just—don’t—listen. Now I just explained to you what was going to happen if I reached ‘one’ and you hadn’t come out, and goddamned if you didn’t come out. So. What’s going to happen now is that we’re going to kill one of these people for every 30 seconds you remain inside the vehicle—starting immediately.” He directed the bullhorn at the upper floors of one of the buildings. “Hershel? You awake up there?” “Get ready,” I said. “I’m awake,” came a voice, though it was impossible to tell exactly where from. “Fine,” said Atticus. “Hershel, in 30 seconds, I want you to place your site on the head of … that little girl, right there.” He gestured at a storefront on our right side—Simply Seattle. “Green coat, last one on the end, right next to the display window. Copy that there, Chief?” The man didn’t hesitate. “Twenty-nine! 28! 27 …” I toggled the loudspeaker myself. “We’re coming out,” I said, suddenly, and glanced at Sam. “We’re trying to figure out how.” There was a silence as Atticus seemed to think about this. At last he said, “Well, how complicated could it be? Just open the door. Hershel, keep counting ...” “Twenty-three, 22, 21 …” “It’s not that simple,” I hurried to say, “It’s, like, pressurized or something.” To the others I said, “On my mark, okay? Get ready.” “We’re at 18 seconds and counting, James,” said Atticus. “Best clean your glasses and get with it.” “Seventeen, 16, 15 …” “Okay! Okay. We’re depressurizing. Right … now.” And then Sam was toggling the smoke as I gripped the joystick tightly and Nigel took over the loudspeaker and Lazaro opened the side door, after which we cursed loudly and bent to our tasks, and, together, threw wide the gates of Hell. The Flashback/Dinosaur Apocalypse Cycle Flashback (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Flashback Dawn (re-printed in Dinosaur Apocalypse) Tales from the Flashback (re-printed as Dinosaur Rampage) Flashback Twilight (serialized as A Dinosaur is a Man’s Best Friend; re-printed as The Complete Ank & Williams, Dinosaur War, Paladins) A Reign of Thunder (serialized as Heat Wave) A Survivor’s Guide to the Dinosaur Apocalypse
Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher: Hobb's End Books
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 24
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Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback ... a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same--for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood ... and beauty. Do it today ... before the apocalypse comes. * * * “You’re a fool, Nick Callahan. A fool. But I suppose you already knew that.” I allowed my hand to drop before plunking down in the fir needles and just staring into space. “There was nothing. I saw nothing. It—it was like he didn’t even exist.” She sat down next to me and exhaled, tiredly. “He’s an animal—what did you expect?” She picked up my glove and offered it to me, but I didn’t take it. “You said it yourself; it’s like they see memories. The eyes. I don’t imagine a dog has a particularly long one. Do you?” I sighed. All I knew for certain was that I felt numb and more than a little tired. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected. Or what I was looking for. An incident, maybe. Some kind of clue.” She laid her head on my shoulder and stared at nothing, same as me. “What kind? A clue to what?” “That’s just it—I don’t know. A clue to what might wake him up, I guess. Something I could say. Something that was important to him.” “His butt was important to him,” she said. “A source of endless fascination.” I had to smile. That’s when it happened. That’s when he yelped, ever so slightly, and his paw twitched. I looked at Lisa and she looked back. And then my hand was on him and we were running—Puck and I—down cobblestone lanes lined with streetlamps and through pools of foggy light; through tides of rusted Maple leaves, which leapt and swirled as we passed. “What is it?” I heard Lisa say, her voice growing smaller, more distant. “What do you see?” I turned to look at Puck as we ran and saw his tongue loll and his eyes shift—as though he wanted to look behind himself—behind us—but didn’t dare. “Fear,” I said. “Confusion.” An image entered my mind of a dug passage beneath the rear wall of the T.J. Maxx; of the turkey-like thing crawling through it with Puck hot on its heels. “He escaped from beneath the wall and now he’s lost somewhere in the fog. And he’s terrified … but of what I don’t know. It’s almost like—wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I looked behind him—having heard something huffing and snorting—and saw a fully-grown therapod dinosaur (colored orange and black, like a Gila monster) bounding after us in the dark, gaining rapidly. “There’s something coming—some kind of predator. An allosaur, I think. Whatever it is, it’s closing, and I mean fast.”
Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher: Hobb's End Books
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 28
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Welcome to the Big Empty, the world after the Flashback ... a world in which most the population has vanished and where dinosaurs roam freely. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same--for this is a world whose very purpose is to change you: for better or for worse. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood ... and beauty. Do it today ... before the apocalypse comes. * * * I looked at the nearest mount, a triceratops head with a broken horn (and a frightful visage), wondering what the circumstances of its death had been. Had it been charging—with the Flashback in its eyes, perhaps—and thus aware that it had an opponent? Or had it been unaware, just mulling its soft grasses, until the bullet entered its brain? “No,” I said, finally, turning my attention back to him. “Can’t exactly say as I am. It—it’s never seemed like a fair contest to me.” I jerked my leg against the chain—twice—to make a point. “Does it to you?” “Pshaw,” he protested. “You speak as if we’re enemies. As though this were some contest between you and I, personally. On the contrary, Mr. Hayes. It’s a collaboration.” I’m afraid I just stared at him. At last I said: “Okay—why not. I’ll bite. What are you talking about?” “I am talking, Mr. Hayes …” He stood and began pacing the length of the table. “—about legend. About myth and memory—and the securing of one’s place in the natural order of things.” He withdrew something from his housecoat as he walked—a pipe; but didn’t light it. “Posterity is what I’m talking about. A place at the table of the gods. That, and endings. Inevitabilities.” He paused and struck a match. “One last and penultimate hunt.” He lit the pipe and waved out the match, then turned, slowly, regarding me through a cloud of smoke. “Atatilla, is what I’m talking about. Queen of the Mammoths. The, ah, Leviathan of the Steppes, as they say. I intend to kill her. And you, my lost and wayward friend, are going to help me. By acting as my driver.”
Author: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Publisher: Hobb's End Books
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 154
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First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the dinosaur apocalypse. Welcome to the world of the Flashback, a world in which man’s cities have become overgrown jungles and extinct animals wander the ruins. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere and all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to challenge you: for better or for worse. In short, it is a world where anything can and will happen. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. “Jesus. Just—Jesus,” said Amelia, staring at the decomposing body. “How long do you think it’s been here?” I examined it where it was sprawled on the back porch, facing the ocean, its skin blackened and clinging to the bones—like it had been vacuum sealed—its wispy hair fluttering. "Hard to say. Few weeks. Maybe a month.” I batted away the flies. “Long enough for the organs to liquify.” “How—how do you know?” I studied the holes in its head, a smaller one which was about the size of a dime and a larger, more cavernous one—the exit wound. “Because, otherwise, there’d be brains all over.” I stepped over it and picked up the gun, checked its chamber. “There’s still bullets in it.” She stared at me tentatively as I closed the chamber and gripped the weapon in both hands—neither of us saying anything. At last I nodded to the back door—the screen of which banged back and forth in the wind—and tried to brace myself. “You ready?” She shook her head. “Let’s go,” I said. And then she was holding the screen as I inched forward and gripped the knob—turning it slowly, carefully, easing the door open. Stepping into a room which was dark as pitch; which reeked of cat piss and despair.
Author: Michael Rogers
Publisher: Lulu.com
ISBN: 1365402851
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 394
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In the second deliciously exciting installment, Niklauseh continues to use the planet's Aurorions to help achieve his hidden agendas. Stopped by the holy Astraseeker, Arcadia, they fall into the classic battle between the power of light versus the power of darkness. Our guild reunites after three years worth of training and continues their adventure in hopes of finding the origins to ""The Yellow Eyed Disease."" With each clue, our amazing guild takes one step closer to help Nathan in finding the source of the corrupted Neurons. Knowing this, the Consultants send off the entire Black Brigade after the guild, will the warriors succeed? Will the guild's happiness come to an end? Will they ever find what's destroying the environment? And will Lezard ever find better jokes? Read to find out!
Author: Tom Bradley
Publisher: Lulu.com
ISBN: 1907133712
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 394
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Book Description
Here are three screenplays collected in print for the first time, from the prolific bizarro genius Tom Bradley. Each screenplay is adapted from a novel of the same name. LEMUR - damnation and salvation in the food services industry. VITAL FLUID - rival hypnotists stage a bizarre series of showdowns. BOMB BABY - a manhunt through Hiroshima's lightless crannies. ' . . . brilliant, evocative writing. Bizarre imagination set free. An enviable skill.' -Consuelo Boland
Author: Simon van der Borgh
Publisher: Taylor & Francis
ISBN: 1040146538
Category : Performing Arts
Languages : en
Pages : 281
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Focusing on an integral aspect of screenplays, this book takes students and writers at all levels through the process of understanding and writing better scenes. It interrogates the functions of a scene and how writers can then apply this knowledge to their own film and television scripts. Author Simon van der Borgh familiarises the screenwriter with the fundamental aspects of a scene, looking at what a scene is, the characters involved, the action depicted, dialogue, setting, and style. Featuring original scenes which show the practice of scene-writing and the application of ideas and approaches alongside in-depth analysis and critique, the book explores the process and approach to scene-writing and how to learn and improve methods of telling dynamic, engaging and moving stories of diverse types and formats on screen. With a strong focus on practice-based advice, the book includes exercises at every step to enable writers to build on and extend their knowledge and skills with confidence and clarity chapter by chapter. Exploring the film and TV scene with its different types, forms, and functions, it is the ideal book for aspiring screenwriters and students of screenwriting and filmmaking at all levels, as well as directors, producers and actors looking to better understand the contextual and sub-textual motivations intended by the writer.
