2017, ISBN: 9780708825518

Offers a third collection of stories set in Newford, a gritty urban town swirling with a hidden magic perceptible to only a fewIntrigue! Subterfuge! Circus Folk! In a time when the Indust… More...

Offers a third collection of stories set in Newford, a gritty urban town swirling with a hidden magic perceptible to only a fewIntrigue! Subterfuge! Circus Folk! In a time when the Industrial Revolution has escalated into all-out warfare, mad science rules the world... with mixed success. With the help of Krosp, Emperor of All Cats, Agatha has escaped from the massive airship known as Castle Wulfenbach. After crashing their escape dirigible, Agatha and Krosp fall in with Master Payne's Circus of Adventure, a traveling troupe of performers dedicated to staging Heterodyne shows--dramatizations of the exploits of Bill and Barry Heterodyne and their allies--who are unaware of Agatha's connection to the Heterodyne line. Pursued by the ruthless Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, his handsome son Gil, and their minions (not to mention Othar Tryggvassen, Gentleman Adventurer), Agatha hides in plain sight among the circus folk, servicing their clanks and proving herself adept in performing the role of Lucrezia Mongfish, nemesis to--and later wife of--Barry Heterodyne. She also begins training under Zeetha, swordmistress and princess of the lost city of Skifander. Together, Agatha, Krosp, and the performers travel across the treacherous wasteland of war-torn Europa, towards Mechanicsburg, and the ancestral home of the Heterodynes--Castle Heterodyne. But with many perils standing in her way--including Wulfenbach's crack troops, mysterious Geisterdamen, savage Jagermonsters, and the fabled Storm King--it's going to take more than a spark of Mad Science for Agatha to get through... From Phil and Kaja Foglio, creators of the multiple WCCA and Hugo Award-winning webcomic Girl Genius, comes Agatha H and the Clockwork Princess, a gaslamp fantasy filled to bursting with Adventure! Romance! And Mad Science!, Tor Books, 1999, 3, Summer has begun, the beach is calling . . .. . . but Francesca Schnell is going nowhere. Four years ago, Francesca's little brother, Simon, drowned when she should have been watching. Now she is about to turn sixteen, but guilt keeps her stuck in the past. Meanwhile, her best friend is moving onwith the boy Francesca secretly wantsand her father may be having an affair. Then Francesca begins babysitting Frankie Sky, a four-year-old who bears an almost eerie resemblance to Simon. She even wonders if Frankie could be Simon's reincarnation. Their surprising friendship helps Francesca think she might begin to forgive herself, grow up, and even fall in love, whether or not she solves the riddle of Frankie Sky."Resonates with real feeling." The New York Times Book Review"Haunting, heart-lifting, and impossible to put down." A. S. King, author of Please Ignore Vera Dietz"A beautiful story of heartbreak and hope." Daisy Whitney, author of The Mockingbirds, Algonquin Young Readers, 2015-03, 3, Harlequin Enterprises (Australia) Pty. Good. 111 x 171 x 18mm. Paperback. 2017. 384 pages. Cover clipped.<br>Whisked Away By Her Sicilian Boss - Rebecca Winters Princess Tuccianna Leonardi has fled from her a rranged marriage and desperately needs a place to hide from her f amily. So when gorgeous Sicilian billionaire Cesare Donati offers her a job as his hotel's new pastry chef, it seems as if all Tuc cia's prayers have been answered. They're working together morn ing, noon and night, and Cesare is soon falling for this raven-ha ired beauty. Romance might be simmering between them, but with Tu ccia still on the run can Cesare keep his princess safe and promi se her their happy-ever-after? The Sheikh's Pregnant Bride - Je ssica Gilmore Idris Delacour never expected to be King of Dalma ya, but his cousin's sudden death changes all that. And that's no t all - there's a royal baby on the way! Being a surrogate mum should be giving Saskia Harper and her little brother Jack a new start - but in order for her unborn child to inherit the throne s he must now marry the new king...the man whose kisses she's never forgotten. Saskia wants to trust Idris - but can she ever find a way into her sheikh's guarded heart? ., Harlequin Enterprises (Australia) Pty, 2017, 2.5, Avon. Good. 4.19 x 1.08 x 6.75 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 416 pages. Cover worn. <br>Alasdair Cynster known to his intimate s as Lucifer decides to rusticate in the country before the match making skills of London?s mamas become firmly focused on him, the last unwed Cynster. But an escape to Devonshire leads him straig ht to his destiny in the irresistible form of Phyllida Tallent, a willful, independent beauty of means who brings all his masterfu l Cynster instincts rioting to the fore. Lucifer isn?t about to d eny his desire for Phyllida, and he?s determined to use all his s eductive skills to enjoy the benefits of destiny?s choice without submitting to the parson?s noose. Phyllida has had a bevy of su itors, her charm and wit are well known throughout the countrysid e, but none of them has tempted her the way Lucifer does. His off er to teach her all about the ways of love is almost too tantalis ing to resist. And though she?s not yet completely surrendered, s he knows only a fool stands against a Cynster...and Phyllida is n o one?s fool. Editorial Reviews Setting: Regency England Sensu ality: 8 Regency rake Alasdair Reginald Cynster, better known as Lucifer, is determined to avoid the epidemic of marriage that ha s claimed the rest of his male relatives. He leaves London for th e Devon countryside and a quiet visit with an elderly friend, but gets the shock of his life when he stumbles on his friend's body , is coshed on the head by an unknown assailant, and wakes to fin d himself being tended by the lovely Phyllida Tallent. Entranced by the beautiful lady and her quick mind, Lucifer soon finds hims elf conspiring with Phyllida to solve the murder even as he grows daily more involved in the lives of the residents of Colyton. Fo r her part, Phyllida had resigned herself to choosing a suitor fr om the unprepossessing noblemen living in and about Colyton. The sophisticated, handsome Lucifer takes her by surprise and shakes the foundations of her world. Neither Lucifer nor the willful Phy llida had planned to fall in love, but destiny clearly intends ot herwise. If the unknown murderer has his way, however, neither of the two will live to enjoy a happy ending to their tale. Stepha nie Laurens deftly combines a strong mystery plot with a breathta king love story in this, the latest Bar Cynster story. Lucifer ha s the charm, character, and powerful personality that readers ado re in the Cynster men, while Phyllida perfectly balances him with quick wit, courage, and a strong will of her own. All About Love is sure to be a hit with devoted fans and new readers alike.--Lo is Faye Dyer From Publishers Weekly In the sixth installment of Laurens's series of Regency-set romances involving the devilish men of the Cynster family (A Secret Love, etc.), the familiar cur se that causes the Cynster men to fall in love with and marry ind ependent women comes into play once again. Alasdair Reginald Cyns ter, widely known as Lucifer, arrives at the country home of his mentor, Horatio Welham, only to discover he's been murdered. Knoc ked unconscious himself, the last thing Lucifer feels before he b lacks out is a woman's touch. When he awakens, he is at the famil y home of Phyllida Tallent, his angel of mercy. Although Phyllida and Lucifer join forces to solve Horatio's murder, Phyllida conc eals a secret that she is unwilling to reveal despite a growing a ttraction to her handsome new companion. As for Lucifer, once he' s recovered from his initial distaste at being in love, he sets a bout wooing Phyllida, and only her determination to remain indepe ndent keeps them apart. Phyllida and Lucifer are rich, engaging c haracters, and Laurens's writing shines. Loyal fans of the series will also be pleased to note that Devil and Demon, protagonists from the previous novels, make an appearance as well. (Feb. 6)For ecast: Laurens is quickly building a name with this exceptional s eries, and her growing number of fans will eagerly pluck this one off the shelves. With her skill at depicting strong female leads , she also is likely to attract a number of contemporary romance readers. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc. Rev iew She's one of my favorites!-- Linda Howard From Publishers We ekly In the sixth installment of Laurens's series of Regency-set romances involving the devilish men of the Cynster family (A Secr et Love, etc.), the familiar curse that causes the Cynster men to fall in love with and marry independent women comes into play on ce again. Alasdair Reginald Cynster, widely known as Lucifer, arr ives at the country home of his mentor, Horatio Welham, only to d iscover he's been murdered. Knocked unconscious himself, the last thing Lucifer feels before he blacks out is a woman's touch. Whe n he awakens, he is at the family home of Phyllida Tallent, his a ngel of mercy. Although Phyllida and Lucifer join forces to solve Horatio's murder, Phyllida conceals a secret that she is unwilli ng to reveal despite a growing attraction to her handsome new com panion. As for Lucifer, once he's recovered from his initial dist aste at being in love, he sets about wooing Phyllida, and only he r determination to remain independent keeps them apart. Phyllida and Lucifer are rich, engaging characters, and Laurens's writing shines. Loyal fans of the series will also be pleased to note tha t Devil and Demon, protagonists from the previous novels, make an appearance as well. (Feb. 6)Forecast: Laurens is quickly buildin g a name with this exceptional series, and her growing number of fans will eagerly pluck this one off the shelves. With her skill at depicting strong female leads, she also is likely to attract a number of contemporary romance readers. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc. Review She's one of my favorites!-- Linda Howard Review She's one of my favorites!-- Linda Howard A bout the Author #1 New York Times bestselling author Stephanie L aurens began writing as an escape from the dry world of professio nal science, a hobby that quickly became a career. Her novels set in Regency England have captivated readers around the globe, mak ing her one of the romance world's most beloved and popular autho rs. </div ., Avon, 2001, 2.5, Hodder & Stoughton Ltd. Good. 120 x 180mm. Paperback. 1969. 144 pages. Cover worn.<br>A harsh and deadly land... Rye Tyler wa s twelve when he saw his father cut down in an Indian raid. Taken in by a mysterious stranger with a taste for Shakespeare and an instinct for survival, Rye is schooled in the lessons of a hard c ountry. Then tragedy forces him to live a loner's life in a wild land of canyons and buttes, and on dust-choked cattle trails. But his skill with a gun has earned Rye a bloody reputation he can't escape. Though he's become the law in a lawless town, he had hop ed for a better life with the beautiful Liza Hetrick. When Liza i s taken away and held in a mountain-girded outlaw fortress, Rye m ust face his deadliest enemy--the very man who taught Rye about m anhood, friendship...and the ways of a gunman. Editorial Reviews From the Inside Flap A harsh and deadly land... Rye Tyler was twelve when he saw his father cut down in an Indian raid. Taken i n by a mysterious stranger with a taste for Shakespeare and an in stinct for survival, Rye is schooled in the lessons of a hard cou ntry. Then tragedy forces him to live a loner's life in a wild la nd of canyons and buttes, and on dust-choked cattle trails. But his skill with a gun has earned Rye a bloody reputation he can't escape. Though he's become the law in a lawless town, he had hope d for a better life with the beautiful Liza Hetrick. When Liza is taken away and held in a mountain-girded outlaw fortress, Rye mu st face his deadliest enemy--the very man who taught Rye about ma nhood, friendship...and the ways of a gunman. From the Paperback edition. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable ed ition of this title. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All righ ts reserved. Chapter One It was Indian country, and when our whe el busted, none of them would stop. They just rolled on by and le ft us setting there, my pap and me. Me, I was pushing a tall twe lve by then and could cuss 'most as good as Pap, and we both done some cussin' then. Bagley, the one Pap helped down to Ash Hollo w that time, he got mighty red around the ears, but he kept his w agon rollin'. Most folks, those days, were mighty helpful, but t his outfit sort of set their way by the captain. He was Big Jack McGarry. When the wheel busted, somebody called out and we swung back. Big Jack had no liking for Pap because Pap never took noth ing off him, and because Pap had the first look-in with Mary Tatu m, which Big Jack couldn't abide. He swung that fine black horse of his back and he set there looking at us. We had turned to and were getting that wheel off, fixing to get it repaired if we cou ld. Sorry, Tyler. You know what I said. This is Indian country. Goin' through here, we keep rollin' no matter what. We'll wait a spell at the springs, though. You can catch us there. Then he tu rned his horse and rode off, and nobody else in the wagons said b y word or look that they even seen us setting there. Pap, he did n't waste no more time. He looked after them, his face kind of dr awn down and gray like, and then he turned to me and he said, Son , I don't mind for myself. It's you I'm thinkin' of. But maybe it 'll be all right. You take that there gun, and you set up high an d watch sharp. So that was the way it was, and Pap aworking to f ix that wheel so we could go on. He was a good man at such things , and he had built many a wagon in his day, and had done some fin e cabinetwork, too. He worked steady and I kept my eyes open, bu t there was mighty little to see. It was a long rolling grass pla in wherever a body looked. Here and there was draws, but I couldn 't see into them. The wind stirred that tall grass, bending it ov er in long rolls, the way the sea must look, and it was green-gra y and then silver in the changing light and wind. Overhead the sk y was wide and pale blue, with just a few lazy clouds adrifting. We had us a good Conestoga wagon and six head of cattle, good bi g oxen, to haul it. We had two horses and two saddles, and inside the wagon was Pap's tools, our grub, bedding, and a few odds and ends like Ma's picture, which Pap kept by him, no matter what. Pap had swapped for a couple of Joslyn breech-loading carbines be fore we left Kansas, and we each had us a handgun, Shawk & McLana han six-shooters, caliber .36, and good guns, too. Like McGarry said, this was Indian country. Not two weeks ago the Indians had hit a wagon train, smaller than ours, killing four men and a woma n. They hit it again a few miles west, and they killed two more m en. Ours was a big train, well armed and all, but Big Jack, I se en the look in his eyes when he sat there watching Pap aworking. He was just figuring to himself that he wouldn't have to worry an y more about Pap, and by the time the wagons got to Californy he' d be married up with Mary Tatum. Her and all that silver her old man carried in the big box under his wagon. When it was almost d ark, Pap called to me. Son, come on down. You ride your horse, sc out around a little. If the wagons get to stop at the springs, we 'll catch 'em. But cattle don't make no speed with a heavy wagon . Their feet spread wide on turf and they pull better, day in, da y out, than any mule or horse, but they can't be called fast. Ni ght came, and we set a course by the stars, and we rolled on west all through the night. When the first gray light was in the sky, we saw the gleam on the water. Least, I saw it. Pap, he was stil l too far back. I seen the water where the pool was, and the cot tonwood leaves, but no white wagon covers, no horses, and no brea kfast fires acooking. When the wagon came up I saw Pap looking a nd looking like he couldn't believe it, and I seen his Adam's app le swallow, and I said, Pap, they've gone on. They left us. Yes, he said. I reckon that's so. We both knew we had to stop. Cattl e can stand so much, and these had a tough night and day behind t hem. We'll water up, son, Pap said. Then we'll pull into a draw a nd rest a while. So that was how it was, only when we got to the springs we saw the wagons had not stopped there. Big Jack McGarr y had taken no chances. He pulled them right on by, and nobody to know he'd promised to wait for us there. Nobody but him and us. We watered up and then we pulled out. Maybe three miles farther on we found a draw with some brush and we pulled into it for a re st. Pap unyoked the oxen and let them eat buffalo grass. He taken his Joslyn up on the ridge and bellied down in the grass. Me, I went to sleep under the wagon, and maybe I'd been asleep an hour when I felt someone nudge me, and it was Pap. Here they come, b oy. You get on your horse and take out. He was down on one knee n ear me. Maybe if you hold to low ground you can make it safe. I ain't agoin' without you. Son, you go now. One can make it. Two can't. You take Old Blue. He's the fastest. You come with me. N o, this here is all we got, boy. I'll stay by it. Maybe they'll t ake what sugar we got, and go. I'll stay, too. No! Pap rarely s poke hard to me after Ma died, but he spoke sharp and stern now, and it wasn't in me to dispute him. So I loosed the reins and swu ng into the saddle. Pap passed me up a sackful of cartridges and such, then caught my arm. There were tears in his eyes. Luck, bo y. Luck. Remember your ma. Then he slapped Old Blue on the rump and Old Blue went off up the draw. Me, I was in no mind to leave him, so when we rounded a little bend I put Blue up the bank and circled back. I heard a rifle shot and saw dust kick near the wa gon, then a whole volley of shots. Along with the rest I heard th e sharp hard sound of Pap's Joslyn carbine. Tying Blue among som e brush in a low place, I grabbed my Joslyn and went back, keepin g low down. Maybe a dozen Indians were out there, and Pap's one shot had counted, for I saw a free horse running off. As I looked the Indians began to circle, and Pap fired again. An Indian grab bed at his horse's mane and almost slipped off. The sun was out and it was hot. I could smell the hot, dusty grass and feel the s un on my back, and my hands were sweaty, but I waited. Boy thoug h I was, and Pap no Indian fighter, I knew what I had to do. Nigh t after night I'd sat by the fire and heard talk of Indian fights and such-like from the mountain men we met, and a couple of othe rs who had been over this trail before us. I soaked it up, and I knew there was a time for waiting and a time for shooting. Pap w as doing right good. He downed a horse and the Indians pulled off and away. I lay quiet, having a good view of the whole shindig, me being no more than a hundred and fifty yards off. Sudden-like , I saw the grass move. They were crawling up now. Did Pap see th em? No, he couldn't see them from where he lay, but he had guess ed that was what they would do, for I saw him worm out from behin d the wheel where he'd been shooting and ease off into some rocks not far from the wagon. They were coming on and right soon I cou ld see four of the Indians. Pap waited. I give him that. He was no Indian fighter, just a good wheelwright and cabinetmaker, but he was smart. Suddenly he came up with his carbine and fired quic k. I saw an Indian jerk back with a busted shoulder. Then two of them ran forward. Pap fired and missed, and fired again and hit. And then I heard a whisper in the grass and saw four Indians wal king their horses careful behind him. Behind him and right below me. They weren't thirty yards off from me, at point-blank range. This here was what I'd waited for. My mouth so dry I couldn't sp it or swallow, I ups with my Joslyn. I took steady aim the way I' d been taught, drew a deep breath and let it out easy, and then I squeezed her off. The rifle jumped in my hands, and that first I ndian let out a grunt and went off his horse and into the grass. I'd shot him right through the skull. Pap turned quick, fired on ce, then swung back as I shot again. My second shot took an Indi an right through the spine, and the other two went to hellin' awa y from there. My shooting had caught them flat-footed, as the fe llow says. They'd figured the man at the wagon was the only one, and now I'd killed me two Indians, and all in less than a minute. Another shot, and I turned quick. Two Indians had rushed Pap an d now they were fighting with him. At the same moment the two I'd run off circled back. I shot and missed, too excited, and then I saw Pap go down and saw a knife rise and fall, and I knew it was too late to do anything for Pap. I hustled for Old Blue, jumped into the saddle, and rode out of there. But I didn't head for n o settlement, or try to catch up with the train. That wagon was o urs, and the stuff in it was ours. I circled around, walked my ho rse a couple of miles in a creek, then brought him out of the wat er onto rock and cut back over the hills. It was full dark when I got back there. All was quiet. There was no fire, nothing. I s tudied about it some, then decided those Indians would never figu re on me to come back, and once they'd taken what they wanted fro m the wagon, they'd not stay around. So I went down, taking it ea sy. Finally, when Old Blue began to get nervous, I tied him to a bush and went on alone. When I got close I could smell the burned wood. The wagon had been set on fire, but it was still there. I crawled up closer, and I found Pap. He'd been shot through, then stabbed. And they'd scalped him. Using a match, I hunted throug h the wagon. ... --This text refers to an out of print or unavail able edition of this title. From AudioFile Rye Tyler grows up fa st. At age 12, when his father is killed by Indians, he must fend for himself in the untamed, violent West. Jason Culps textured v oice is just right for characters who are decent but rough--born with the bark on. Rye is especially likable, with his soft drawl and will to survive. Others in the story are also engaging, and d isplay Culps vocal range. When he moves from the predominantly We stern twang to a polished lawyerly voice, its a genuine surprise. Culp also thoughtfully dramatizes Ryes inner wanderings as he po nders what it means to take a life and what kind of man hes turni ng into, reflections that give depth and life to a portrait of th e West in its rough-and-tumble infancy. J.C.G. AudioFile 2007, P ortland, Maine-- Copyright AudioFile, Portland, Maine --This tex t refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. About the Author Louis L'Amour is undoubtedly the bestselling f rontier novelist of all time. He is the only American-born author in history to receive both the Presidential Medal of Freedom, an d the Congressional Gold Medal in honor of his life's work. He ha s published ninety novels; twenty-seven short-story collections; two works of nonfiction; a memoir, Education of a Wandering Man; and a volume of poetry, Smoke from This Altar. There are more tha n 300 million copies of his books in print worldwide. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. ., Hodder & Stoughton Ltd, 1969, 2.5, This book has been read, very minor wear front and back covers, small pencil mark on first page, no other markings on inner pages. Spine intact, some creases."Tyrants rise and fall and allegiances switch. Pepi left the Israelites who drove him out and was determined to help their enemies. Disillusioned with the brutality of the new oppressors, he returns to help the Israelites when Deborah speaks the word of Yahweh to Barak and Yael. The Greeks still battle outside the walls of Troy until the wily Odyesseus can come up with a plan to end it once and for all. Even when tempted by the love of a beautiful woman, Phorbus remains faithfuil to his promise to rescue Keturah and her son Talus. Nimshi and Micah attempt to start a new life, but violence finds them in the desert. And finally, Luti, another daughter of the Lion, makes a desperate trek to bring back designs for a new chariot and save the people of Babylon. While the mighty empire of Khalkeus struggles, Theon travels the world looking for the lost Children of the Lion." Kay Mcgriff"Peter Danielson is the pen name used by the authors of a series of 19 books published by Bantam Books between 1980 and 1995.[1] The series, called Children of the Lion, is loosely based on Old Testament Biblical events. The original "Peter Danielson" and creator of the series was George Warren.[2][3] He wrote volumes #1 through #14. #15 was by Franklin King; Hugh Zachary took over the series with the next book and wrote #16, #17, and #18. The final book #19 was written by James Reasoner.[4] During his run as the series' author Warren communicated with Robert Heinlein, who gave him writing advice.[5] Cover art for nine of the books were created by Sanjulián." Wikipedia, Domain, 2.5, -: Sphere Books, 1990. None. Paperback. Good. -. Each addition to the series is a joy. Long may the chronicles continue. -- USA Today * A Mystery Guild Alternate Selection In the summer of 1138; fighting engulfs Shrewsbury as King Stephen battles the Empress Maud for the throne of England. When Shrewsbury Castle falls; and its 94 defenders are hanged as traitors; Brother Cadfael is called upon to administer last rites to the dead. But his careful count reveals 95 corpses; and once again the sleuthing monk is on the trail of a murderer -- this time aided by a lovely young fugitive., Sphere Books, 1990, 2.5<

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Sphere, 17/05/1984 00:00:01. paperback. Good. **PAPERBACK**, Sphere, 17/05/1984 00:00:01, 2.5