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One of the Time 100 Best Fantasy Books Of All Time In the much-anticipated sequel to the “magnificent fantasy epic” (NPR) Grace of Kings, Emperor Kuni Garu is faced with the invasion of an invincible army in his kingdom and must quickly find a way to defeat the intruders. Kuni Garu, now...

NATIONAL BESTSELLER From debut author Nishita Parekh, a fresh take on the classic locked-room thriller, about a multigenerational Indian American family marooned in a house with a murderer during Hurricane Harvey Hurricane Harvey is about to hit Houston. Meanwhile, single mom Jia Shah is already...

Most people associate storms and other big weather with death - with the kind of force that makes each of us wonder about life, time, and the nature of our surroundings. Some people go out looking for bad weather or go to places where they're likely to encounter it. Others have the misfortune of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, the stories in Storm have more to say than that.

The tides have turned. Between the cemetery and bayou, two families have lived on the same cul-de-sac for over a century—but it’s more than just a fence that divides the wealthy Roux estate from the modest Dubois property. In the summer of 1988, all is quiet in Slidell, Louisiana. That is, until gallant teen Lance Dubois finds himself caught up with Edward Roux’s one and only daughter, Lauren. After a few passionate weeks, their humid nights together fade to a distant memory once Lance leaves town without warning. Fast-forward seventeen years.

Vermont poet William Graham's latest collection of verse vibrates with poems of passion and protest about the world around us. With his characteristic lyrical style and penetrating insights, this collection delves into the brightest and darkest realms of our society.

All thirty-four-year-old Mae Van Dorn wants is to live alone, with little connection to the oodles of people who have always let her down. But she soon finds herself living with her estranged brother in a town she’s never been to and working for the founder of the local megachurch, though she’s as misanthropic as they come. The pastor seems to not be quite as Christian as he should be, but the people in his orbit may just teach Mae that the human race isn’t so bad after all.

It seems that you have come across my book of poems. These poems are inspired by every day life challenges. I became very sick with long covid, and the only thing that got me through was prayer, my family, and writing. I stopped talking to someone very close to me, and became very close to me, and it was very hard.

Life, love, and work intertwine with nature in a unique series of poems. No matter what the day-to-day challenges are, Tom Stodulka tries to face each day with positivity as life unfolds from beginning to end. Journey with Tom through tales of Australian life, discover local flora and fauna, and learn from his experiences in his work as a mediator. Tom shares his deep appreciation of nature and his passion for his work and takes the listener on a journey through life.

Inside this debut collection, girlhood’s dangers echo, transmuted, in the poet’s fears for her son. A body just discovering the vastness of “want’s new acreage” is humbled by chronic illness. Epithalamion turns elegy. But this world that so often seems capricious in its cruelty also shelters apple orchards, glass museums, schoolchildren, century-old sharks; “there’s no accounting for / all we want to save, no names.” Oliver’s polyphonic gathering of speakers includes lovers and saints, painters and dead poets, a hawk and a mother.

Poetry: a gift of place, mood, and vision for a cold wet night, from Russian Hill, San Francisco. "The poems start by looking outward, but as they are read, the listener is taken deeper into Russian Hill's tiny byways, its history, its rumbling and grumbling cable car tracks, and, ultimately, deep into the poet's mind. 'The view outward opens each mind to itself, then the hill becomes an ark of inward exploration,' Blotnick says." (Sandra Ann Harris, San Francisco Chronicle)