Not your average love story… In an age where people increasingly worry about their looks, age and being socially accepted, read the story of Lis and Conrad. Twelve years apart in age and growing up with very different social, cultural and educational backgrounds, Lis and Conrad meet on the dance floors of Cheltenham. On paper they should have nothing in common… Despite their disparate experiences, they find they have a lot in common, they enjoy each other´s company, and they fall in love. Their relationship faces a tide of disapproval, racism and ignorance from all sides, from loved ones to strangers. Most come to see their errors of judgement, but others do not, and are left at the wayside. Mixed Feelings is an unusual and lively story, challenging society´s fixed ideas and helping forge a way for the next generation.
This double-sided foldout book takes you on a fascinating journey deep underground. One side of the foldout shows the ground beneath the city, whilst the reverse side shows the ground beneath the countryside. The underground scenes include tunnels and pipes, creatures´ burrows, layers of rock and the planet´s molten core, and run seamlessly into the next. Mixing urban and rural settings, covering subjects such as geology, archaeology and natural history, The Street Beneath My Feet offers children the opportunity to explore their world through a detailed learning experience. And its fold-out, ´laperello´ style, which extends to 2.5 metres in length, is ideal for spreading out on the floor to pore over for hours.
How well can you ever really know someone? As Ben Casper watches his best friend plummet from her sixth-floor apartment balcony, he realises his life is about to change. Diana had no reason to kill herself, she had to have been pushed. Diana worked for the CIA, so the investigation into her death is kept tightly under wraps. But Ben is a political journalist, and can feel that something isn t right. Ben starts investigating for himself and soon discovers Diana was leading a double life he knew nothing about. But when more people involved die in questionable circumstances, it s clear that someone doesn t want the truth to be uncovered. And unless Ben drops his investigation, he could be next
(2013/ShuffleOne) 14 tracks (36:44) Traditional Country Dancehall Music - Highlight!***** - Jeff Woolsey was raised on traditional country music in the honkytonks, on the North side of Houston, Texas. He spent many Saturday nights listening to his step-dad’s band play all the great songs from Ray Price, Johnny Bush, George Jones, Mel Tillis, Faron Young and the many other great country music artists from the ‘50’s,‘60’s and ‘70’s. Jeff would sit on the side of the stage and watch as all of the dancers would pass by him and when one song was over…they would stand in the middle of the dance floor waiting for the next tune. Jeff sang his first song when he was four years old….Charley Pride’s, ´´Is Anybody Goin’ To San Antone”. From that moment on…he was hooked on singing and hooked on country music. He couldn’t wait until the next Saturday night when he could do it all over again.
In suburban Georgetown a killer´s Reeboks whisper on the front floor of a posh home... In a seedy D.C. porno house a patron is swiftly garroted to death... The next day America learns that two of its Supreme Court justices have been assassinated. And in New Orleans, a young law student prepares a legal brief... To Darby Shaw it was no more than a legal shot in the dark, a brilliant guess. To the Washington establishment it was political dynamite. Suddenly Darby is witness to a murder -- a murder intended for her. Going underground, she finds there is only one person she can trust -- an ambitious reporter after a newsbreak hotter than Watergate -- to help her piece together the deadly puzzle. Somewhere between the bayous of Louisiana and the White House´s inner sanctums, a violent cover-up is being engineered. For somone has read Darby´s brief. Someone who will stop at nothing to destroy the evidence of an unthinkable crime.
Tesseracts fold time and space. I inherited the ability to both find and control them. Unlimited access to all universes. Sort of. Yea, freaky. I know too well how freaky. So I spent my life on the move - through many times, and many spaces. Forgetting where and when I´d been wasn´t an option. My salvation was mastering the trick of retracing my path. To find my original home, to find the love I´d lived so long without. It wasn´t just missing a normal childhood. If I didn´t figure out how to get my life back under control, I´d just be growing older. Alone. Without any home or family or lover to ever call my own. (Part 1 of 4) Excerpt: It started out with a precise, formal, handwritten note on my desk. ´´Please leave some rope here. L. Tess´´ Who was Tess? How did she get into my cabin while I was asleep? Were the gals just playing a practical joke on me? But next to the note was a wildflower, one that flowered in summer, not in fall, never just before winter´s first killing frost. As a mystery writer, I was hooked. Next best thing to a locked-door murder. I don´t lock that single door to my cabin, but I also don´t oil its hinges. And the floor wasn´t so solid that I wouldn´t hear the footsteps, unless they were barefooted - unlikely on these cool nights. So before I came in from my chores, I made a point of finding a length of rope, just about a dozen feet. No lasso or long work, just something that would be a ´´rope´´ without being something I couldn´t untie if this was only a practical joke. I did my normal routine that day. Checking the cows, writing my next story, cooking my meals, putting things where they belonged when I was done. Just before I went to bed, I replaced the note and coiled that rope on top of it. Turned out the light, went to sleep. - - - - In the night, I felt an extra weight on the end of the couch, by my feet. Opening my eyes, I could see by some moving lights in my cabin that weight belonged to a someone. Sitting at the foot of my bed was one of the most striking young red-headed women I had ever seen in my life. Hazel eyes, perfect and plump ruby lips, wearing an outfit that was a little revealing. But only because it was in motion - along with some little shining and sparkling cubes that rotated around her. What she was wearing looked like a russet silk robe with long sashes, that was constantly in motion like some sort of magic carpet trying to escape somewhere and take her with it. Long, slender limbs that kept being exposed and covered with the waving cloth. At times, she seemed to almost float off that end of the couch. The reason she couldn´t seemed because she had tied herself to that end of the couch - and my ankle. (Part 1 of 4) Scoll Up and Get Your Copy Now.
The human race´s most popular humor series returns with a new collection of macabre mishaps and misadventures. Honoring those who improve the gene pool by inadvertently removing themselves from it, this work shows how uncommon common sense still is. The hilarious New York Times bestselling phenomenon and the perfect funny gift! New York Times bestselling author Wendy Northcutt is back, asking, Have we evolved at all? The answer: Not all of us. What crazy cocktail of DNA leads Homo sapiens to do pull-ups off the edge of a seventh-floor balcony or wrap their lips around a paintball gun and pull the trigger? How about offering a beer to a bear or self-testing a Taser? Why not go joyriding in a shopping cart strapped to an SUV or jump a drawbridge on a bicycle? Fully illustrated with over a hundred new jaw-dropping and side-splitting feats of stupidity-and including science essays by guest writers and answers to FAQs about evolution in action-The Darwin Awards Next Evolution continues the tradition of honoring the victims of appallingly poor survival instinct who selflessly improve our gene pool by removing themselves from it.
Hauptmerkmale Funktionen Produkttyp Rennbodenmatte Produktfarbe Schwarz Anti-Rutsch-Basis Ja Gewicht & Abmessungen Breite 600 mm Tiefe 1650 mm Höhe 3 mm Gewicht 2 kg Verpackungsbreite 100 mm Verpackungstiefe 600 mm Verpackungshöhe 100 mm Paketgewicht 2 kg
Sweeney Todd is a barber who murders his customers and turns their remains into meat pies sold at the pie shop of Mrs. Lovett, his partner in crime. His barber shop is situated in Fleet Street, London, next to St. Dunstan´s church, and is connected to Lovett´s pie shop in nearby Bell Yard by means of an underground passage. Todd dispatches his victims by pulling a lever while they are in his barber chair, which makes them fall backward down a revolving trapdoor and generally causes them to break their necks or skulls on the cellar floor below. If the victims are still alive, he goes to the basement and ´´polishes them off´´ by slitting their throats with his straight razor.
Barflies: Reykjavík 2 is a photography book by the Snorri Bros. portraying the regulars of iconic Reykjavik bar Kaffibarinn, which celebrates its 25th anniversary in 2018. Opening its doors for the first time in 1993, the downtown Reykjavík bar was an overnight hit, attracting artists, musicians, media types, and other cool cats and creatures of the night. The crowd was young and had a huge lust for life, the atmosphere was an irresistible mixture of sweet innocence and hardcore partying. Kaffibarinn has certainly evolved and matured, but perhaps the most beautiful thing about the place is that it still attracts a similar type of clientele as it did in the early days. As the name suggests Barflies: Reykjavík 2 is a follow-up book. Again, the people portrayed are Kaffibarinn regulars. Some of the faces from the first book will be recognized, they´re just now a quarter of a century older. All of the portraits were shot on location at Kaffibarinn, and just as in the earlier book all the photos are framed in the same way: shot on the same Hasselblad camera, with the same 50mm silver lens, against the same background, and with the same lighting. The Snorri Bros. shot each subject only one time, seizing the person in front of the lens in a timeless portrait. How did Kaffibarinn manage to develop into the ultimate endurance runner of Reykjavík´s bar scene? Because it is a shapeshifter that can become what you want it to be. Its central location in the old part of Reykjavík makes it a perfect spot for a meeting over coffee or tea. For some, it is a daily pit stop for a relaxed pint or two on their way home from work. It can also be a quiet bar for early evening candle-lit encounters. At the opposite end of that spectrum, Kaffibarinn is the perfect latenight dive bar for Reykjavík´s nighthawks, open until the early morning. After midnight this small and cosy bar changes into one heaving dance floor with the DJ crammed into a corner next to the bar. Those are the electric nights that have cemented Kaffibarinn´s status and changed Reykjavík´s nightlife forever.
Eine klassische Tischleuchte mit Schirm und barock geformtem Standfuß stand Pate für den Entwurf der Stehleuchte Flapflap, die der Schwerkraft zu trotzen scheint. Auf einen dünnen weißen Stab gestützt, schwebt´´ die kleine Leuchte über dem Boden. Made in Germany. ´´ Energieeffizienzklasse: A++
Duchlan Castle is a gloomy, forbidding place in the Scottish Highlands. Late one night the body of Mary Gregor, is found in the castle, stabbed to death in her bedroom - but the room is locked from within and the windows are barred. The only clue to the culprit is a silver fish´s scale, left on the floor next to Mary´s body.