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This novel is based on the plot that describes the life of a young lady having worked as Assistant Professor at the University level. These days, she is engaged by a Trust, interested in promoting `mental illumination through peace of mind and self-confidence. She is going places to deliver lectures, keep in mind the aims of the organization as well as the composition of the audiences. In fact, since her infancy she is on the move from one part of India to another, even having no idea of the identity of the couple who parented her. Having been reared up by a domestic maid, she was obliged to inherit this type of job to earn for her livelihood. The onset of puberty in the proximity of unrelated men was to be withstood with caution and care for her chastity. These tours of lecturing around, once make her find a known lady in her audience in Delhi. This incident opens her the way to meet many people in this big city and take her to the person who fathered her. Here, she also gets the truthful information about her mother....

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Dear Madhu Ji, On my way back home I recapitulated, as my routine exercise, the discussions at the Coffee House. Can you recall the reaction of Mr Malik to Lal's outburst against the final outcome of Dhananjay Chakrovarty's legal battle to ward off the Capital punishment pronounced on him for rape and murder of a minor girl, when he himself was just 21 years? ……………..." I suppose Mr. Malik came out with some amusing retort, which made almost the entire group at the table giggle and I could not make out anything but only observe Mr. Malik move towards the toilets. Respected Sir, I clearly heard your `Guruji`, I mean Mr Malik, murmur aloud, “Is there any punishment available to your civilized society to punish an errant woman who voluntarily and actively seduces and commits rape on an innocent, uninitiated and in the prime of his youth?” “Do you mean a rape amongst a Lesbian fraternity?” Mr. Lal Singh speaks out smilingly. Mr. Malik simply hung his head down and spoke in his normal pitch, “I mean, on a companion belonging to the opposite sex.” Having uttered these words Guruji peacefully got up and moved in a gentle pace towards pu...

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This moderately sized novel opens before the reader, with an episode that took place when, after having driven over a hundred kilometers relating to the pleasure trip from Delhi to Kosani,a tourist resort situated in the Kumayun Hills a range of the Himalayas in the North of India, being undertaken by a group of very intimate three unwed oldies, all retired college teachers, when one of them is accosted by the owner of the roadside `Dhaba` (an indigenous restaurant) where they had halted for refreshment. It triggers one of them to recall his boyhood days. Again, at their destination, the other one is accosted by an ex-girlfriend of his, in the distant past. The `trio` who are given to such type of tours, happen to meet two other ladies, while staying in a very beautiful zone of Goa. Here, each of these women have had been connected with either of the two other Professors, who hasn’t yet met any such female pupil of his, during the various other tours, undertaken by them the `trio` till then. These chance meetings brings forth during the next few years, a bond of a purpose for a meaningful solidarity, eventually turning int...

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Three chronic bachelors, on their way to Kosani (Kumayun Hills), have just completed their breakfast at a roadside modern `Dhaba` and the cashier for this solid group of three looks towards his companions, as if to seek their consent to signal the `boy` to bring the bill. So, in a broader sense, we used to be treating each other as `neighbour`, during those days. He is younger to me by a couple of years, but his physique and mannerism suggested his equaling me in age. Of course, he always remained conscious of my superiority, because at that point of time, I already had schooling for seven years, whereas he was thoroughly illiterate. …………………. Kundan happened to be the only `writer` available, had a brisk business almost for a fortnight. "I think that it was here that I actually began to earn for months at a run. One day, my earnings went to as high as Five Rupees and 14 Annas, I decided to place it before my mother, instead of handing it over to my father, as usual. …………. "Well, Khanna Ji, how long you had to work with this medico, before resuming your interrupted schooling?" This question was asked by Mr Nepali. "Of...

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This is the continuation of Nawin's story. Now a famous prostitute painter suffering a midlife crisis, he abandons supercilious makings of wealth for a train trip ride to Laos where he repudiates and ventures onto something new...

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The story Amme Avar Nammude Akaasam Katteduthu is about women laborers, who over the past few decades were being phased out of work, mainly by automation, and then by influx of cheap labor from neighboring states. In this story the houses where women from the colony across the road works as household help, are being razed to the ground to give way to four colossal multistory buildings. The women lose their job and find life hard going, especially when their drunkard husbands do not help them, instead try to fleece them. They are pinned to the wall, and naturally finds way for a living, which is not very desirable, but unavoidable....

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Making sure that Arun doesn’t hear her, Jyothi asked Mathu. ‘Your husband does not come any more, eh?’ ‘No,....’ She said with visible comfort. ‘I wish he does not turn up any more. What about your husband?’ ‘He came last month, and then I said I am jobless and that I need money. He went back immediately and never again turned up. I never said I got a job in the building work.' (Amme, Avar Nammude Akasam Katteduthu)...

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Stories: Vellithirayilennapole Lavanya Kelan Oru Chocolate Viplavam Kalathinte Adayatha Vathilukal Stree, Avasanarangathil Mathram.... Oru Santhushta Kudumbam Sreeparvathi Iniyum Maduthittillatha Oru Samakalika Katha Daivathinte Swapnangal Amme Avar Nammude Akasam Katteduthu Kurey Chithrangalulla Oru Rathri, Athil Oru...... Ee Nirathil Thavalangalilla Oru Nalu Vayassukarante Prasnangal...

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An interesting adaptation of Molier’s most famous theatrical comedy. The playwright exposes the hypocrisy and corruption of the heaven-preachers and their power over the ordinary people in rich dialogue and intensive language....

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Dorine: Mr. Tartuffe, Tartuffe: (always watchful) What do you want? Dorine: Why you hid the money in your pocket, if you were going to give them away to the needy people? Tartuffe: You are intervening in people’s affairs.. God doesn’t like this, my daughter. Dorine: Did you tell him ..the God.. that you took the money from my Master.. Mr. Orgon? Tartuffe: Why did you come here? What do you want? … And ..... why your blouse is blatantly open .. revealing so much of your breast? Dorine: Do you like it?. (unbuttons another button, he retreats back without turning his sight away from her breast) this is a sin .. Dorine: Why? Tartuffe: because God forbids woman to reveal parts of her body. Dorine: Do you think, Mr. Tartuffe that God cares about the breasts of the maids? ...

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A book of poems, short stories, and sayings in Romanian.

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Aşa precum poetul Tagore glăsuieşte, „Nimic nu este veşnic, nimic nu dăinuieşte!” Oricât de rău ne este sau bun de ne e traiul, Aicea este Iadul şi tot aici şi Raiul. Nu vrăjmăşiţi, nu faceţi păcate, nici în gând! Iubiţi-vă, că Raiul i-aicea, pe Pământ! Făceţi-vă prieteni, iertaţi-i pe duşmani! Nu fiţi robii averii. Dă-i dracului de bani! Trăieşte în decenţă, fii vesel şi curat; De ură şi prostie, nu fi încătuşat! Trăieşte-ţi viaţa sfântă, în fiecare zi; Gândeşte-te că mâine tu poţi a nu mai fi. C-aşa a zis Tagore: „Nimic nu dăinuieşte, Deci ţine minte asta şi te veseleşte!”. Just as the poet Tagore expresses itself, "Nothing is forever, nothing lasts!" No matter how bad or good we are we're living, And here is where is Hell and Heaven. No enemies do not unfortunately either way! Love you, that heaven is where I on earth! Do your friends, forgive his enemies! Do not be slaves of wealth. Fuck them money! He lives in decency, be cheerful and clean Hateful and stupid, do not be handcuffed! Live your life holy, every day; Just think that tomorrow you can not be. C-as Tagore said: "Nothing endures, So remembe...

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FABULE, PARODII ŞI ALTE POEZII ........................... 9 CA-N POVEŞTI ......................................................... 10 IARNĂ POLITICĂ ...................................................... 12 CELEI CARE-NŞEALĂ ................................................ 15 DIFERENŢE ............................................................. 16 BALADA TRENULUI BĂTRÂN ..................................... 17 NINGE, NINGE, NINGE… ............................................ 18 LÂNGĂ-O STANCĂ NEAGRĂ ....................................... 19 TRATAMENT ........................................................... 20 CE TE LEGENI, TRENULE? .......................................... 21 LUNA ..................................................................... 23 ÎMPĂCARE .............................................................. 26 MUSCA ................................................................... 27 PRENATALĂ ............................................................ 28 S-A-NTORS ROATA ................................................... 29 PĂRUL DE LÂNGĂ DRUM ...................................

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The story Pachhappayyine Pidikkan (To Catch a Grasshopper) won the Padmarajan Award in 1997. Padmarajan was a well-known film director and film maker. The story is about a five year old girl who goes out to catch a grasshopper on her elder sister’s wedding day. The situation in the family is so desperate that the girl thinks she should do something to have more money. There is a belief that if a grasshopper enters your house, it brings wealth also....

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The impatient horn of the car was heard outside. She said, ‘Raju I never expected all these.’ She took her suitcase and walked to the door. She kept the suitcase on the floor and turned to Rajasekharan. He was standing motionless. She went to him. ‘Are you sad ?’ Again the car horn was heard and he did not say anything. ‘They’re calling, shall I go?’ She went through the door, and stood for a moment holding the door; then taking out a key from her hand bag said. ‘This key........’ She stopped abruptly. That key for her was a private property. She has never felt it that way before. The quarters allotted to her in the hotels never gave her this intimate feeling. There is intimacy, privacy and solace in this key. ‘This key.......’ she asked, ‘shall I keep this with me? Whenever I feel extremely unhappy and sad I might need this.’ (Santhwanathinte Thakkol)...

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Stories: Nishaadam Ammu Paranja Katha Ettavum Mahathaya Kazhcha Asramam Urangukayanu Moolode Urappikkunnathile Vishamangal Desatanakkilipole Aval Oru Thanutha Kattayi Avan Pachhappayyine Pidikkan Veruthe Vanna Oral Santhwanathinte Thakkol Arunthathiyude Painikili Kavithakal...

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De ce fotojurnal? Fiindcă suprafaţa pozelor se-ntinde aproape la jumătate sau mai mult din întreg volumul! Răsfoitorii acestei cărţi măcar vor privi ilustraţiile colorate din CentroAmerica, iar pe lȃngă imagini vor citi cel puţin cȃteva rȃnduri edificatoare... Fiindcă nimeni astăzi nu mai are timp! De ce instantaneu? Pentru că jurnalul e scris la primă mȃnă, pe locul vizitat, cu idei scurte ca nişte blitz-uri, cu economie de cuvinte – în această lume în care vremea trece rapid. Memorialistică fără retuşări. Viaţă brută. Fraze scurte şi simple, fără multe verbe… Şi la ce concluzii am ajuns după ce-am vizitat 40 de ţări? Că nu-mi place să mă stabilesc în nicio parte. Ci să locuiesc câte puţin în fiecare loc, apoi să mă mut în altul. E prea monotonă viaţa sedentară. Voi fi un migrator permanent: un călător la infinit! Cât mai mare diversitate vrem în operă. Să ne deschidă orizontul la maxim! Why fotojurnal? Because pictures are surface stretches nearly half or more of the entire volume! Răsfoitorii this book will look even Centroamerica colorful illustrations and the images will read at least lȃngă rȃnduri clenched for a fe...

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Este periculos de mers prin pădurea tropicală din cauza şerpilor şi-a insectelor care pot provoca boli tropicale. Trebuie echipament special: bocanci contra şerpilor, un toiag cu care să ţii şerpii la distanţă, repelent (o substanţă cu care să te ungi pentru a îndepărta insectele) şi... un localnic care cunoaşte terenul şi pădurea. Aşa procedează cercetătorii ştiinţifici care purced în expediţii. It is dangerous to walk through the rain forest because of snakes and insects that can cause tropical diseases. Need special equipment: boots against snakes, a rod with which to keep snakes away, repellent (a substance with which to anoint you to remove insects) and ... a local who knows the land and the forest. That's how scientists who proceed on expeditions....

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Fotojurnal instantaneu (prefaţă) - 4 NICARAGUA - 7 COSTA RICA - 33 PANAMÁ - 64

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Illustrations by Barb Fenner. A priest with a dark past wrestles personal demons. The priest is called upon to prevent a divorce and comfort grieving widows as he attempts to unravel the mystery of Masada with its deep connections to a unique vision heritage. The priest must confront the truth about his own connections to an ancient race when the responsibility falls to him to take up the torch as the next keeper of the Light....

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"I have the ability to see things. I have visions. Mostly, my visions are about things that happened in the past. The women in my father's family have a long history of this ability, which they call the 'sight'. And recently, I have started having these visions. My father's family views these abilities as a gift, something that I should try to explore and use to do some good. My mother calls it all hocus-pocus; she thinks it is evil. She doesn't want me to use it. She doesn't really believe I have it." ...

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Shared Visions Vision Lesson Unshared Vision New Ears, Old Vision Passing the Torch New Life Protection Trenchancy New Vision Soldier, Priest, Counselor A Perfect Silence Counseling Revelation A Brush with Vision Through Things, Other Things Depression Past and Future The Past Eyes and Ears Acceptance ...

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A novella describing a single evening in a bar and two people who are surprised to find they like each other even though it's obvious to everyone else....

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“I know it’s none of my business, but is she serious?” Kitty shrugged, “Just a phase. And too young anyway.” The Professor wore a downtrodden face when he said that if that was the case, every woman in the joint was too young for him. “Not true,” Kitty compared him to fine wine, or better yet whiskey. He had gained subtleties from the barrel and had been gentled by experience. “Ah,” the Professor said. “And Skates?” “Boone's Farm.” They laughed and agreed that wasn’t a bad nickname either...

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Who you believe in and what you believe is the most important matter in life. In a morally troubled world, how powerful a hold does religion have? Are you confused about religious ambiguity, love of money, love of power, sexual immorality, art? Reading The Brass Bed and other Stories may help, then again it may just raise more questions....

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The Salesman Alabaster Easter The Albatross Cafe She wore clover . . . Tabula Rasa The Two Men The Dancer

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Laura Kate O'Connell left her life of excitement as an overseas news correspondent to return to her Georgia hometown to raise her two young cousins. When Royce Lee, Laura Kate's attorney, supposedly commits suicide, too many pieces of evidence tell a different story. Her instincts as an investigative reporting are tingling, and she just can't leave it alone. She meets Jack Rhodes, Royce's business partner. Sparks fly, but can she really trust a man she knows nothing about? And why is it that every time something new develops in the case, he seems to be there? Warnings to back off escalate to an attempt on her life. Now, for Laura Kate, it's more than just a mystery. Depending on Jack might be a mistake, but if Laura Kate can get past his southern charms and the nervous way Jack makes her feel, she may get the facts, solve the case, and even save her own life. www.DesertBreezePublishing.com...

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A collection of short poems in Romanian.

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Desfac o sticlă plină de doruri posomorâte şi vinul picură-n pahare amintiri. De obediente gânduri eu atârn senin (în aer spânzurat) şi-o fIacără-de-cântec izbucneşte-n gât. I open a bottle full of longing dull and wine glasses dripping-in memory. I thought hang clear of obedience (in air hung) and the-song neck breaks....

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Cifrele au început să vibreze ............................................................... 5 A scrie scriere .................................................................................... 6 i'v1iorita ................................................................................................. 7 Marele zid românesc ........................................................................... 8 Mama latină şi tata cel dac ................................................................. 9 Am trăi fiecare tablou ....................................................................... 10 Femeie care plângi în versul meu ..................................................... II Eminescieni lci În palidc hemoragii .................................................. 12 Susur de ape ..................................................................................... 13 Naştere ............................................................................................. 14 Noi făntâni săpăm pentru lumină ...................................................... 15 Alergare in noapte ..........................................

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A private collection of sale of illuminated manuscripts, incunabula and early printed books, establishing an endowment fund for the Bibliotheca Philosophica Hermetica....

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16 Important Notices to Buyers 17 Session One, Lots 1-122 Fifteenth century, Lots 1-105 Sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, Lots 106-122 250 Indexes 275 Authenticity Guarantee 277 Catalogue Subscriptions Order Form 278 Guide for Prospective Buyers 281 Sotheby's Kings House 282 VAT Information for Buyers 284 Conditions of Business 287 Client Services 288 Specialist Departments 290 International Offices 294 Guide for Absentee Bidders 295 Absentee Bid Form 296 Board of Directors...

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Mathematician and author of over fifteen books published in Romania, Morocco, France, and USA, and winner of the poet contest literature from Bergerac, initiator of Curenlului Paradoxist now that the Corporate, holder of Honeywell computers (Phoenix · Arizona), Florentin Smarandache, in the 38 years old, consciousness is the magic word, and the fragility ~ and Flint. Putting their lives in the text, it gives us an exciting diary emigrant radiography in an area ecruţătoa unusual in that penetrates beyond the experience and you notice you expressed a rudimentary language, the desire to define the orientation and strategy self multiplied daily surface. 500 years after Columbus's first step into the world No AU a Romanian rediscovering America....

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Martin is a 50-something Yorkshireman with a penchant for swearing and making model aircraft in his shed. He also likes football and many years ago when a small, longhaired Argentinian started to play for Napoli FC, Martin became aware of this corner of Italy famous for Pompeii, pizza and the mafia. While a later incident meant that Maradona fell seriously out of Martin's favour, his love for Naples and the Amalfi Coast grew and grew. But with a family to provide for and his redundancy to deal with, Martin never made the journey to this part of the world he loves so much. Until now… Readers have described See the Amalfi Coast as "funny, evocative and moving", "witty, clever and so honest" and "a wonderful read". Enjoy finding out why Martin and his loyal, loving wife have finally made the journey to see the Amalfi Coast and how a number of twists and turns give new meaning to their "holiday of a lifetime"....

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Our plane leaves in five hours and he hasn’t packed yet. Instead, he sits in his shed and tinkers with his toys. “They’re not toys. They’re models. Works of bloody art,” We booked the tickets a few months ago. Cheap flights from one website, a last minute hotel from another. Martin clicked the mouse, taking us from one page to the next. I read out our credit card details. It all happened so quickly. “It’s only bloody money. You can’t spend money when you’re dead,” The last time we went abroad was fifteen years ago. Ten days in Disney World, one final family holiday. Steven was spotty and grumpy, bored by us all. Stacie was the opposite, hyperactive and clingy. Martin was relentless, reminding me that this was his “very idea of hell” each time we joined a queue. And yet there was a moment of magic. On our last hot evening in Florida as the four of us hugged Mickey Mouse, a photographer captured a happy moment that didn’t exist. I always smile to myself when I move that photo frame to dust the mantlepiece. This time it will be just the two of us; the children don’t even know. “You mustn’t tell them. It’s o...

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I principali attori cercano attraverso i loro sogni notturni tra le lenzuole di capire se la realta' si intrecci con i sogni. Confondendo il loro quotidiano. Tra parenti, tra aziende, tra mafia e la polizia investigativa economica. Il caso de...sogno di mezza estate!...

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L'INTERROGATORIO. IL QUASI THE END...- Cosa dianolo sta succedendo in questa saranza, Rinaldi? E poi tu! Richard, cosa ti ha preso oggi di venire qui in Italia senza dirmi niente ed io credevo che stessi a Nizza per quell'affare importante. E non credo ai miei occhi Jessica! Ho sempre saputo che odiavi venire a Roma per le vacanze.- Disse Claude guardandoli uno per uno negli occhi per scoprire cosa diavolo stava accadendo in quell'ufficio. Dalla voce di lui sembrava seccato e confuso per quella riunione un po' ambigua. Vi era anche, non per ultimo come importanza, il signor Harrison di Lione. Il loro piano era in pericolo sul serio, pensò Rinaldi nella sua mente ancora in sobbuglio per quella venuta a sorpresa proprio del Boss supremo. Ma caro Claude, non sono qui per le vacanze bensì per degli affari privati con alcuni amici di vecchia data! Non ti preoccupare tesoro caro!- Mentre parlava si muoveva in maniera assai seducente, come se fosse in una sfilata di moda, la donna si era appoggiata sul braccio dell'uomo sconosciuto, Claude ma all'improvviso lui stesso si era scansato del tutto. Come se volesse sfuggire da un pericolos...

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Premessa dell'Autrice,Il risveglio,La pioggia, L'ATELIER,L'ATELIER "lo Scambio",LO SCAMBIO,COSTA OVEST, FRANCIA,FIABA & INTRIGO,LA COSPIRAZIONE,PRINCIPI, PRINCIPESSE E STREGA CATTIVA, L'INTERROGATORIO "il finale",IL SOGNO IN REALTA', EPILOGO....

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Greetings Earth creatures. This book has been dropped off on your planet for the purpose of... well, for you to read it. I'm not sure if you'll like it, I might not if I was you. I'd wager many of you won't be big fans. The investment banking community will especially be... put off by some of what is contained here. An advanced copy was sent to your virtual place of worship 'Reddit' and met with mixed results. While spending nearly a full day on the front page, many Earthlings voiced their stern displeasure with the book. Many others found it lovely. I'm not sure who I'm more concerned for. Either way this is a book I only meant to help with. I know sometimes books, words and ideas can make you humans angry; but then again, pretty much everything seems to do that. In the end, just remember it's only words in a book. Can't we all just get along and go for a swim instead?...

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Wilx looked at the nearest cage. It had a sign reading PECKING GRAPPLER-BIRDS. Below this sign was another sign reading NEVER OPEN. They couldn’t have chosen a better cage to stand in front of while defending themselves from yet another angry and hotly pursuant mob. Wilx did the unthinkable. He opened the cage. Pecking Grappler-Birds swarmed out, quickly filling up the space of Subterranean Layer 53. They pecked. They grappled. They flew. “Run!” yelled Wilx. Rip and Krimshaw followed Wilx down the corridor towards the Master Ladder. “I think those bird things have them distracted. But don’t slow down.” “Can you believe how fast they peck through to the brains?” asked Krimshaw. “And how effectively they grapple the spinal cord?” added Rip. “No time to admire the rapid killing technique of the Pecking Grappler-Bird. Everybody get on this ladder now.” ...

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Sebastian is an intelligent look at alternative ways to live and love, presented as a thriller about the most horrific of the twenty-first century’s most lucrative human enterprises. If you're open to difference and enjoy a fast-paced thriller, then read and enjoy. ...

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During dinner Sebastian’s solitary life was laid bare. Speaking distractedly as if he were talking about someone else, he told about his irritable mother of whom he was so ashamed, never inviting anyone home, his rebellious nudity and sexually promiscuous behaviour that had been encouraged by his mother, who made a healthy profit from exploiting it. When questioned, he swore he had no idea where the money came from to buy the house or to sustain their life style, especially as Desolé was only the part time manager of a small employment agency. Rex and Fee remained sympathetically silent, letting Sebastian choose his own pace to speak about Jack and the ‘guests’, the private hospital where they recovered and Sebastian’s health was tested monthly, and to wonder why, despite becoming friends, none of the young men had contacted him after leaving. Finally they learned about Guapo’s escape, Desolé’s pretence that he was with Mr. Farzdbuk, and the discovery of the porno magazines and internet videos fed by hidden cameras. ‘If I hadn’t met Reginald at high school, and Mr. Noall hadn’t been so understanding, I’d be dead by now. I was a w...

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen...

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This novel is based on the plot that describes the life of a young lady having worked as Assistant Professor at the University level. These days, she is engaged by a Trust, interested in promoting `mental illumination through peace of mind and self-confidence. She is going places to deliver lectures, keep in mind the aims of the organization as well as the composition of the audiences. In fact, since her infancy she is on the move from one part of India to another, even having no idea of the identity of the couple who parented her. Having been reared up by a domestic maid, she was obliged to inherit this type of job to earn for her livelihood. The onset of puberty in the proximity of unrelated men was to be withstood with caution and care for her chastity. These tours of lectureing around, once makes her find a known lady in her audience in Delhi. This incident opens her the way to meet many people in this big city and take her to the person who fathered her. Here, she also gets the truthful information about her mother. ...

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Dear Madhu Ji, On my way back home I recapitulated, as my routine exercise, the discussions at the Coffee House. Can you recall the reaction of Mr Malik to Lal's outburst against the final outcome of Dhananjay Chakrovarty's legal battle to ward off the Capital punishment pronounced on him for rape and murder of a minor girl, when he himself was just 21 years? ……………..." I suppose Mr. Malik came out with some amusing retort, which made almost the entire group at the table giggle and I could not make out anything but only observe Mr. Malik move towards the toilets. Respected Sir, I clearly heard your `Guruji`, I mean Mr Malik, murmur aloud, “Is there any punishment available to your civilized society to punish an errant woman who voluntarily and actively seduces and commits rape on an innocent, uninitiated and in the prime of his youth?” “Do you mean a rape amongst a Lesbian fraternity?” Mr. Lal Singh speaks out smilingly. Mr. Malik simply hung his head down and spoke in his normal pitch, “I mean, on a companion belonging to the opposite sex.” Having uttered these words Guruji peacefully got up and moved in a gentle pace towards pu...