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War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery. Ignorance is Strength. Winston Smith rewrites history for the Ministry of Truth, but when he's handed a note that says simply 'I love you' by a woman he hardly knows, he decides to risk everything in as earch for the real truth. In a world where cheap entertainment keeps the proles ignorant but content, where a war without end is always fought and the government is always watching, can Winston possibly hold onto what he feels inside? Or will he renounce everything, accept the Party's reality and learn to love Big Brother?

Caleb Zelic can't hear you. But he can see everything. The pulsating follow-up thriller to the acclaimed Resurrection Bay. Caleb Zelic used to meet life head-on. Now he's struggling just to get through the day. His best mate is dead, his ex-wife, Kat, is avoiding him, and nightmares haunt his waking hours. But when a young woman is killed after pleading for his help in sign language, Caleb is determined to find out who she was. And the trail leads straight to his hometown, Resurrection Bay. The town is on bushfire alert and simmering with racial tensions. As he delves deeper, Caleb uncovers secrets that could threaten his life and any chance of reuniting with Kat. Driven by his demons, he pushes on. But who is he willing to sacrifice along the way?

On the bank of the Mesta river there is a place, where Ive left my tribute to Bulgarian past. It isnt neither the khans time nor the time of the rulers, who have multiplied the territories of the country. Its survival time. With my senses of a person from other worlds, I find that sensitiveness of the soul, which Id recognize only by its traces. These are children. If there are lost souls in the world, they will find each other not to be lonely in their loneliness. And to take the real road, which will bring the freedom for themselves and for all Bulgarians. Its time to teach our children how to walk this road. I didnt know the land of the people without homes, names, families. I learnt about them when I stayed on the bank of the Mesta river in an autumn the villagers were harvesting the remains of their children among the grasses, and the ploughed land wasnt black but red. With blood. Then, for the first time, I learnt that it wasnt the colour of victory but of death. I didnt know it. In an autumn like that, a lot of years later, the villagers harvested the fruit of their happiness - their children, who became linked by marriage to conceive children. For me it means Bulgarians have survived. Again. It is a book about the truths of slavery and fortitude. After being a part of the Ottoman Empire for 500 years Bulgarians restore unity to their country from the ashes of the bones and blood of many ruined generations. And again they begin to set up their home with families and children as ever.

Ive seen the evil in human nature, the horror an accident or an intentional act can cause so many people. I have seen the happiness of hope and prayers finally come true for people lost in desperation and sorrow. I have felt that same pain in my heart as people I knew and respected died in the line of duty to make this world a safe place for all. My heart is complete and happy because of all the years in this profession. I plan on working six more years and then I will walk away and turn it over to all I have mentored over the past years. May God watch over all law enforcement officers everywhere!