Madeline And The Dragonfly

Many of us deal with the lost of a love one in many ways. It is even harder for a ten year old girl. This book deals with a young girl Madeline. Who lost her father in the war and unexpectedly lost her mother six months later. What better way to help her understand and deal with her lost. Then meeting a talking Dragonfl y at a creek that nestle on her Aunt Violet and Uncle Jack farm. With the help of this Dragonfl y Skip and few of his friends. Madeline fi nds out, how family, friends and love can overcome all fears in life. That death is not the end but the beginning of life itself. This inspirational story will give you that. But, most of all. It will show you. That unconditional love is the most powerful gift we can give to each other.

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Fifteen years old. Wanted:Dead or Alive "Don't love a spy," warns fifteen year old Pinkerton agent Maddie Bradford, a lonely, rebellious outsider with a mind on fire and a photographic memory. It is 1861, the Civil War has just started and this motherless teen must move with her soldier-father from New Hampshire to Washington, DC; a city at war, packed cheek by jowl with soldiers, Rebel spies, slave catchers, and traitors of all stripes bent on waging a war of destruction against the Union, and President Lincoln himself. Maddie's journal, written in secret, of course, begins with her arrival at her aunt's DC boardinghouse through the first year of the Civil War, a time as Maddie puts it, "full of dips and dangers," when she becomes a fearless Union spy. And then there is the mysterious, maddening Jake Whitestone, a young man who awakens something equally dangerous in Maddie: Love in a time of terror. Civil War historian, author, and lecturer Jane Singer brings her unique voice to Alias Dragonfly. Visit her at www.JaneSinger.com

During that evening, Prince Demetrjusz decided to take a walk. Roald had insisted on accompanying him, and Kenechukwa followed at a distance. During the brisk walk that Demetrjusz took, he had tried to lose himself in the city. There were several shops open, and he looked idly into the windows, until he saw a flash of silver. Pausing, Demetrjusz looked a little closer into a shop window. With surprise, Demetrjusz saw a tiny woman standing before a display of brightly colored fabric. Her hair was white with a frame of black. Only one other person the prince had ever seen had that unique color pattern or diminutive stature—that of the figure skater from the previous charity performance. The prince’s sensitive ears picked up every syllable that the tiny beauty said. “Stefanie, if you could use this in the costume you are sewing for me. I have to get back before my curfew is up.” Stefanie said, “Domino, you can stay in my spare room. You don’t have to stay at the institute anymore. You will be twenty-one in a couple of days.” Demetrjusz sucked in a deep breath. This was Domino, the woman that had plagued his thoughts all day. The prince continued to listen as Domino said, “Dominique, please call me Dominique. I can’t today. I have another event for the institute tomorrow night, and then I will be unemployed.” Demetrjusz was in too deep of thought to notice that the woman that had infatuated him all day was saying her goodbyes. Dominique rushed out the door and straight into the immovable body of the prince. Demetrjusz gently steadied her little body with his hands, holding Dominique a little too long. Dominique looked up at Demetrjusz, her Kelly green eyes snapping their disapproval as she said, “Excuse me, sir.” Dominique felt extremely annoyed at the tall, very handsome stranger who was holding her. Dominique raised her eyebrow at him when he did not release her and moved to the side. Prince Demetrjusz realized that he was breaking a cultural norm and apologized. Reluctantly, he released the little performer. And before Demetrjusz could stop Dominique, she had hopped on a public bus and was gone. Demetrjusz could still smell Dominique’s intoxicating fragrance of peppermint and lavender as he watched the public transportation carry away the elusive female. Roald and Kenechukwa walked up to the prince. Roald inquired, “Did you know that young woman, Your Highness?” Demetrjusz answered as he stared at the bus driving away, “No, but I will.” Turning to his friends, he said, “Most definitely, I will.” The other two men looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

King Bendigeidfran turned to look at the young woman. Her face was flush from the exercise, but she was not out of breath. The king spoke in his language in a calm tenor, “Do you know why I am here, Dominique of Earth?” King Bendigeidfran expected Dominique to look at his son for translation, but when she answered in the same language with flawless grammar, he gained a new respect for the little woman before him. Dominique paused before she answered King Bendigeidfran. She did not look to Prince Demetrjusz for direction or definition. In a sweet clear voice, Dominique said, “Your Royal Highness, you are here to evaluate my character and determine if I am worthy of the title Princess Dominique, Crown Princess of Caledonia-Debian and fitting mother of a royal heir.” King Bendigeidfran leaned back and took a long breath. He was astonished by the candor he heard from this fascinating little woman. Dominique spoke better in his language than his own prime minister or the man’s daughter. It gave King Bendigeidfran a great deal of satisfaction to know that this tiny little woman had obviously learned the royal language not just to say platitudes but to actually carry on conversations with her mate’s father. King Bendigeidfran spoke huskily in his native tongue, “It would appear my son has coached you well with what to say to his father.” Dominique’s eyes flashed a sparkling shade of kelly green, her temper was high, and she answered the king, “King Bendigeidfran, Prince Demetrjusz does not coach me or give me the words that I use. I am an intelligent woman, and I will speak my mind with clarity in all things.” King Bendigeidfran drew in a shocked breath. No one other than his lost mate and his son had ever spoken to him with the fire that this little human had just used. Her head was high, and her eyes sparkled with the inner fire that she held. But the tiny creature maintained dignity and respect for his royal person. King Bendigeidfran was starting to warm to the tiny woman. He was very attracted to the little earthling. His eyes started to flicker with a tiny flame of passion.

Tells the true story of the unique human-animal friendship between Harry Goodridge and Andre, the harbor seal who was as comfortable in Goodridge’s home as he was in Penobscot Bay. Andre swims with Harry and rides happily in the back seat of Harry’s car. He quickly picked up tricks—perhaps the first time a wild animal has been trained in a free-release situation. He became Rockport, Maine’s honorary harbormaster and was ranked “second only to Andrew Wyeth as the state’s most acclaimed summer resident.” Year after year, Andre swam south in the winter, only to return again to Harry the next spring. It’s a timeless and iconic Maine story.

How do you recover from loss and heartbreaking disappointment? Gwen never thought she’d be raising her three young grandchildren alone as a single parent. One minute she’s looking forward to early retirement and traveling with her husband. The next, her whole life is irrevocably changed. Now she’s drowning in financial worries, doubts about her ability to care for her grandkids, and sheer exhaustion. She desperately needs to do . . . something. Then she discovers the charming Second Chance Shop. Its quirky, warm-hearted owner Madeline needs a friend almost as badly as Gwen does—and offers a job just when Gwen needs it most. All that would be more than enough change for Gwen, but life seems insistent on growth and more growth—something the gardener in her would appreciate, except that it’s so painful. Nonetheless, she is determined to deal with her ongoing grief and to weed out her self-doubts and fear, so she can build a new future for her and her grandkids. When a handsome—and younger—single dad mistakes her for someone who might be interested in romance of all things, she has to laugh. He is so barking up the wrong tree. Or is he? Can Gwen find the bravery, strength, and renewed optimism to let herself hope for—and pursue—something new? If you enjoy emotionally compelling stories about family relationships, women’s friendships, romance for women over forty, and the pets who bring us so much joy, you’re going to love USA Today bestselling author Ev Bishop’s The Second Chance Shop, a brand-new small-town contemporary romance series about overcoming heartbreak, starting over later in life, and finding home again. . . .

For all those who have felt the tug of memory or a connection to some time and place that came before, this book explores the depths of one’s connections to ancestors, to the land, to the mysteries of life. Continuing with themes from his first book, The Mist-Filled Path, the author brings readers along as he journeys to Ireland for a shamanic conference and shares his experiences and how they tie into the meanings of Celtic traditions. Readers recognize connections to other spiritual traditions and how the Celtic shamanic teachings overlap with those of other indigenous peoples. They also discover ways to reconnect with their own heritage — to cull the good teachings and incorporate them into their personal spiritual practices. Offering evocative writing, a fresh look at ancient ideas, practical exercises, and guided meditations, The Spiral of Memory and Belonging makes a perfect entry point for readers seeking shamanic wisdom and guidance.