The Prince Who Fell From The Sky

In Casseomae's world, the wolves rule the Forest, and the Forest is everywhere. The animals tell stories of the Skinless Ones, whose cities and roads once covered the earth, but the Skinless disappeared long ago. Casseomae is content to live alone, apart from the other bears in her tribe, until one of the ancients' sky vehicles crashes to the ground, and from it emerges a Skinless One, a child. Rather than turn him over to the wolves, Casseomae chooses to protect this human cub, to find someplace safe for him to live. But where among the animals will a human child be safe? And is Casseomae threatening the safety of the Forest and all its tribes by protecting him? Middle-grade fans of postapocalyptic fiction are in for a treat with this fanciful and engaging animal story by the author of the Clockwork Dark trilogy.

A fascinating comparative history of the treatment of fallen airmen in Second World War Europe.

Prince Juna is next in line to become king of a powerful ancient land, but there’s one problem—Juna isn’t very wise and everyone knows it. Terrified of the weight of this position, Juna sets off to attain wisdom from an esteemed guru in a far off forest, but instead he falls into a peculiar course of events filled with exhilarating highs and devastating lows. Will his journey be worth the trouble? Only time will tell . . . Inspired by the wisdom of the Bible and imagery from the Far East, The Prince of Wisdom is a unique retelling of the classic story of the wise guru and the eager apprentice. With gorgeous imagery and practical wisdom, the tale of the prince touches the hearts and minds of readers young and old. Bound to leave a lasting impact in the mind, you’ll find yourself thinking of its precepts “day and night.”

'An outstanding book of astonishing power . . . One finishes it with an ache in the heart' Jon Swain, writer and foreign correspondent, author of River of Time 'Like Auschwitz, like Stalin's purges, the mass murders of the Khmer Rouge are one of those extraordinary events that make us wonder about the human capacity for evil. Through a profoundly moving tale that weaves together the connected stories of a victim, his surviving family, and members of the regime, Robert Carmichael brings us into the heart of the darkness that took over Cambodia, bringing it alive in the way no mere statistics can. I've not seen a comparable book about these horrors.' Adam Hochschild, award-winning author of King Leopold's Ghost 'What does it mean to say two million people lost their lives during the years of Khmer Rouge rule? The true answer can only be told in microcosm, as Robert Carmichael has done in this intimate and heartbreaking story of the disappearance of one man, and the decades of suffering that followed as his family searched for answers.' Seth Mydans, former Southeast Asia correspondent for the New York Times 'As moving as it is well researched. Robert Carmichael's sharp prose and depth of knowledge of Cambodia's history transforms a daughter's search for her missing father into a nation's journey to find peace and reconciliation with its brutal history of genocide.' Loung Ung, author of First They Killed My Father During the Khmer Rouge's four-year reign of terror, two million people died in Cambodia. In describing one family's quest to learn their husband's and father's fate and the war crimes trial of Comrade Duch, who ran the notorious S-21 prison in Phnom Penh, When the Clouds Fell from the Sky illuminates the tragedy of a nation. Having been found responsible for the deaths of more than 12,000 people, Duch was the first Khmer Rouge member to be jailed for crimes committed during Pol Pot's catastrophic 1975-9 rule during which millions were executed or died from starvation, illness and overwork. The Khmer Rouge closed Cambodia's borders, barred all communication with the outside world and sought to turn the clock back to Year Zero. They outlawed religion, markets, money, education and even the concept of family. But the revolution soon imploded, driven to destruction by the incompetence and paranoia of the leadership. Like hundreds of others, when he returned in 1977, Ouk Ket was utterly unaware of the terrors being wrought in the revolution's name. Carmichael has woven together the stories of five people whose lives intersected to traumatic effect: Duch; Ket's daughter, Neary, who was just two when her father disappeared; Ouk Ket himself; Ket's French wife, Martine; and Ket's cousin, Sady, who never left Cambodia and still lives there today. Through these personal stories and months spent following Duch's trial, Carmichael extrapolates from the experience of one man to tell the story of a nation. In doing so, he reaffirms the value of the individual, countering the Khmer Rouge's nihilistic maxim that: 'To keep you is no benefit, to destroy you is no loss.'

Finally, one of the most of the most beloved books every published—explained. The Little Prince is revered around the world. Two hundred million copies have been sold in 270 languages; it is the fourth best-selling book of all time. Part of its allure is that is seems incredibly wise but so simple it is read as a work for children. Yet its meaning is elusive, and its place amid the writings of an adventurer and war hero acclaimed for dramatic bestsellers like Night Flight and Flight to Arras is mysterious. In this elegant, carefully argued book, Pierre Lassus reexamines the story of The Little Prince against the facts of Saint-Exupéry's own extraordinary life, from his cherished but fatherless childhood in aristocratic poverty to his career as a pioneering pilot. His plane had broken down in the desert before. He had adopted a fox, when posted at the Spanish fort of Cape Juby, in southern Morocco. He had known the world of business before becoming pilot; he had also known unrequited love. Like his little protagonist's, his body was never found after his plane disappeared in World War II. He was working on his spiritual autobiography when he died, and there too, Lassus finds resonances and keys to the understated spirituality of his last great book.

The moonlight, like water, pours on the precise and complicated lines of the disc, arousing brilliance. The huge disc is like silver moon hanging in the air, and short figures emerge from the mirror of the disc.

A writer is always indebted to so many people and this is especially true for me and this book, which before its release went through a very difficult time after Hurricane Katrina swept through. and destroyed my homeland - New Orleans. I am extremely impressed: My editor, Ellen Edwards, who sympathized with me and did her best to be able to work with me despite the disruptions due to hurricanes, evacuations and rebuilds, and has always provided provide insightful and insightful advice. The book would not be as complete as it is today without her. Thank you. My daughter, Samantha, who didn't hesitate to welcome a three-generation family with five cats to her tiny Baton Rouge student apartment, and my daughter Danielle, who slept on a wooden couch a lot. week without a complaint. Both are stalwart warriors. My mother, Bernadine Wegmann Proctor, who allowed us to occupy her lucky one-story bungalow that escaped flash floods indefinitely, and my sister, Penelope Williamson, for being there when we needed her. best. Thank you two. Emily and Bruce Toth (and Beauregard and Sir Fussy) who generously opened the doors of their Baton Gouge home to so many of our family members and two cats and my agent, Helen Breitwiezer. Friends like Ed and Lynn Lindahl, Paula and Adriel Woodman lent us their homes from Beverly Hills to Arizona and even Alabama. Your generosity moves me deeply. Thank you. All of my dear friends and family reached out to me in the crazy dark days after the cataclysm to express their love and give me spiritual strength. Special thanks to old friends Tom Hudson, Nick Fielder and Tony Lutfi, friends from faraway Australia Virginia Taylor, Trish Mullin and Gill Cooper and also my cousin, Greg Whitlock. Everyone has helped me more than anyone could imagine. Ben Woodman, who skipped his Christmas break to remove the insulation and moldy wood planks, and Jon Stebbins, who not only spends his free time week after week helping us rebuild the house, but also lift our spirits when we are most depressed. Such friends are really rare and hard to find. Wordsmiths Writers meet every Monday, Kathleen Davis, Elora Fink, Charles Gramlich, Laura Joh Rowland and Emily Toth, who still try to stay in touch, even though it was initially done via e-mail. -mail. I really appreciate your heart, your conversations, and your support. Thank. And finally, there's my husband, Steve Harris, who is not only a plot match for me, but also a gifted wizard with machines. I probably wouldn't have survived Hurricane Katrina and the days after without you by my side. Thank you.

He made a life-and-death bet with the exalted deity using the humble servant status. He was the weakest of the outer sect disciples, yet he could stir the entire Heaven Origin Sector. Countless peerless experts went crazy because of him. He was the Immortal, he slayed Demons, he exterminated Demons, and he exterminated Demons. His path was ancient and correct. He was bedeviled and cursed the heavens and the earth. How could a million corpses be buried under the wrath of cloth clothes? One would have to bleed for a thousand miles. Look at the journey of the Qin Tian Berserk Demon ...