Showing results for "Meditations" in Genre Fiction

The air is the first thing. For a solitary archivist on the fourth floor of a vast library, the world is not measured in sight or sound, but in scent. This is a life lived in the stacks, a world contained by the fire door and the heavy, metal-plated threshold. Inside, the air is honest. It is the dry, stable smell of paper fibers, acidic ink, and the sweet, vanilla-like decay of lignin. It is the smell of preservation, of time held still.

Aslan Kennedy has an idyllic life as leader of a spiritual retreat for wealthy holidaymakers on one of the Caribbean's most unspoilt islands, Saint Marie. Until he's murdered, that is. The case seems open and shut: when Aslan was killed, he was inside a locked room with only five other people, one of who has already confessed to the murder. Detective Inspector Richard Poole is hot, bothered, and fed up with talking to witnesses who'd rather discuss his aura than their whereabouts at the time of the murder.

Brought to you by Penguin. In a place and time unknown, two elderly sisters live in a walled garden, secluded from the outside world. For as long as they can remember, Evelyn and Lily have only had each other. What was before the garden, they have forgotten; what lies beyond it, they do not know...

Losing Time is captivating exploration of love, loss, and healing inspired by autobiographical elements where the echoes of a past love still resonate. Like a modern-day Scheherazade, the woman, cloaked by the foreboding night in the stillness of time, beckons her lost lover to hear her voice once more. In poetic prose and evocative poetry, she weaves their story through the tapestry of pain and emotional turmoil, seeking solace in shared experiences and a path toward closure.

"On the Art of Staying at the Seaside: A Meditation at Eastbourne" by H. G. Wells is a short essay. H. G. Wells once different, humorous social satire and ironic. To stay at the seaside properly, one should not think. But even in staying at the seaside there are intervals, waking moments when meals come, even if there are no appointed meal-times. Moreover, now and then, one must go to buy tobacco, a matter one can trust to no hireling, lest he get it dry.