It S Not The End Of The Earth But You Can See It From Here

Roger Welsch did what many Americans only dream of doing. While still in his professional prime, the folklorist and humorist quit a tenured professorship and headed toward the hinterland. Resettled in the open heart of Nebraska with his wife, Welsch proceeded to learn how to live. It?s Not the End of the Earth, but You Can See It from Here is, in his own words, "a celebration" of his "rural education." ø These twenty-eight tales of the Great Plains convey in familiar Welschian style "the importance, charm, beauty, and value of the typical." They describe the wisdom that Welsch?s new-found teachers share with him. From everyday country people, he learns the fine arts of relaxing, using his noggin, trusting his instincts, and laughing a lot more, while Omaha Indian friends teach him the most profound lessons of all.

The Brotherhood continues the spiritual adventure of a young archeologist in his quest to find the second sacred site located on the Earth's energy grid. Marked for death, he and four close friends are relentlessly pursued by a priest from an ancient religious order desperate to suppress forbidden knowledge that will awaken mankind from life's illusions. Their adventures lead them to discover a darkened map room in the Ancient City of Prophecy, a dangerous geologic experiment in New Mexico and travelers from the Star Nation. Follow the group, as they "drop all the rules to gain their spirituality" and race against time to activate the sacred site and stop a geologic disaster of unprecedented proportions from occurring to the Earth Mother!

There was nothing on the island big enough to kill a man, yet each new day brought with it another bloody death, another mysterious disappearance. The first hint of something wrong at the outpost was the plane. It crazily circled the little island, its cargo-bay doors open, its radio dead. It seemed to hang in the air for a moment and then it dived downward, levelled and dipped again. It made a belly landing on the runway with its wheels still retracted. There was a singular, dead silence and then a shot rang out. The crew of two and the seven passengers had vanished, the cargo was strewn about and the fuel tanks had been emptied. And the pilot, after landing, had blown his brains out...