Bones of the Moon is the story of a young woman named Cullen James who leads a dual life, one in the real world and the other in her vivid night dreams set in a magical land called Rondua. In these dreams, Cullen embarks on a quest to find the Bones of the Moon, five bones that hold power over Rondua. As the dreams intensify, they begin to impact her waking life, leading to unsettling and frightening intersections between the two worlds. Alongside an enigmatic little boy also seeking the bones, and Mr. Tracy, a dog the size of a hot-air balloon, Cullen navigates through both realms in search of these mystical bones.

Join Dizzy and Bones in meeting their new friend on a magical trip to the moon, using their imagination and helping you use yours. You will be amazed at what you will find.

Deputy Coroner Clay Edison discovers that buried secrets can be deadly in this riveting thriller from a father-son team of bestselling authors who write “brilliant, page-turning fiction” (Stephen King). An ID Book Club Selection Clay Edison has his hands full. He’s got a new baby who won't sleep. He’s working the graveyard shift. And he’s trying, for once, to mind his own business. Then comes the first call. Workers demolishing a local park have made a haunting discovery: the decades-old skeleton of a child. But whose? And how did it get there? No sooner has Clay begun to investigate than he receives a second call—this one from a local businessman, wondering if the body could belong to his sister. She went missing fifty years ago, the man says. Or at least I think she did. It’s a little complicated. And things only get stranger from there. Clay’s relentless search for answers will unearth a history of violence and secrets, revolution and betrayal. Because in this town, the past isn’t dead. It’s very much alive. And it can be murderous.

Sapphire’s journey through twisted years of learning, as she is a High Priestess. This is her story on her life starting at six years old. As Sapphire grows up, she is put though hell by jealous evil people because of the gifts the gods gave her without her understanding it and what is happening to her. While growing up her parents are completely against the person Sapphire is growing up to be, due to their religion. In Sapphire’s teenage years she becomes suicidal because of spirits that she saw and heard in her childhood. Sapphire didn’t have anyone to help her deal with these gifts so she blasted Metallica to sleep at night. Sapphire also has flashes of the future. Prison life, probation, parole and her three-charmed baby girl’s births take place. A divorce, plus retiring from the criminal life, Sapphire finds out that she moved just in the nick of time. Sapphire tries to stay hidden and meets this motorcycle club. Sapphire has been found and is targeted as she gives birth to her son while the undercover cops wars on Sapphire never seem to stop

A celebration of healing ways of women offers a philosophical and practical approach to wellness that integrates body, mind, and spirit and uses stories, myths, and parables to teach women to connect with the inherent strength and knowledge of their bodies.

It has been many years since the long night of the Blue Moon. King Harald is dead, and chaos reigns in the Forest Kingdom. The long-lost heroes of Blue Moon Rising must return in order to save the nation of their birth--and it might already be too late. Favorite characters return, and a stunning revelation about the true identities of two Haven cops (whom readers will recognize from Green's popular Hawk & Fisher series) awaits. At long last, revisit the world of the Blue Moon. A continuation of several of New York Times-bestselling author Simon R. Green's most beloved series, Beyond The Blue Moon was chosen as one of the year's best books by Science Fiction Chronicle, who wrote "If they’re making fantasy adventure much better than this, I don’t know about it." Locus lauded it as "an engrossing adventure", and Library Journal declared that "this fast-moving, wise-cracking sequel to Blue Moon Rising belongs in most fantasy collections."

Scooter and his family fled the blazing forest fire to the safe hide-away of a Kudzu-covered fence between the forest and the old plantation house known as Stone Gable. Scooter was a scholarly raccoon but what he couldnt know, while checking out the place that was to become their new home, was that the attic of Stone Gable was exactly his wheelhouse. Purely by dumb-luck he happened upon the biggest discovery of his life, and the implications for Stone Gable were so profound he wondered if he could ever figure out why humans did what they did. Oddly enough, they could almost reach-out and touch their land, their old home, their beloved tree, but even if they stretched and strained they would never touch it again. Change happened, and they were trying to adjust. But after all that, after all those months in which Stone Gable had happily become their home, there was that bleakest of days, the worst day of Scooters life. His wife and three children were hiding as he taught them to do when danger loomed. Danger was looming now, and it came in the form of Matthew, the exterminator. Scooter bloodied his paws and fingers scratching at doors and windows, used his body as a battering-ram trying to gain access, but to no avail. His only optionface the enemy! Face Miss Anne head on and plead for her mercy. As he ran toward her he was sure she would try to beat him to death with the nearest thing she could grab, and with his wild demeanor and bloodied body he could understand that. How did my life come to this, he wondered? Ages: 9, 10, 11, 12

DIVDIVIn prehistoric Alaska, an Aleut girl, unwanted and abused, changes the destiny of her tribe /divDIV Gray Bird wanted only sons. His daughter, Kiin, would have been killed at birth to make way for a male heir if not for the tribal chief, Kayugh, who claimed the infant as a future wife for one of his two young sons. Sixteen years later, Kiin is caught between the two brothers: one to whom she is promised, the other whom she desires. But the evil spawned by her own family takes her far from her people to a place where savage cruelties, love, and fate will strengthen and change her, and lead her to her ultimate destiny./divDIV /divDIVMy Sister the Moon is book two of the Ivory Carver Trilogy, which also includes Mother Earth Father Sky and Brother Wind./div/div

Whilst a report on excavations at three stone circles and two fieldwalking projects in north-east Scotland may not seem very appealing this book does much to heighten public awareness and interest in such sites and re-connects us with the mysterious monuments of the past. This study of the sites of Tomnaverie (Deeside), Cothiemuir Wood (Donside) and Aikey Brae (Buchan) is written in an engaging and approachable style with plenty of illustrative material. Whilst the project was geared towards investigating the character, chronology, structural development and wider context of the stone circles, its results go much further in revealing how people used and perceived such sites and the landscape around them. Here, contextual information, discussion of methodology and objectives are combined with factual data and interpretation as the project members examine various aspects of the sites such as the characterisation (shape, colour and texture) of the stones used, construction techniques, evidence of burning, the presence of human remains and possible solar and lunar alignments. The proffering of new insights into the use and symbolism of the monuments is highly valuable, for example, the suggestion that we should perhaps consider the use of these stone circles during the hours of darkness rather than daylight, an idea first proposed by Aubrey Burl, requires us to re-think our preconceptions about monuments in the past. The rewards of painstaking excavation and trudging through muddy fields are evident in a publication such as this.

The old Indian stopped his truck at the base of the mountain and got out. He walked slowly to the horse trailer behind and brought out his favorite mare, already saddled. He walked the horse to the front of the truck and let the reins fall limp to the ground. He reached into the cab of the truck and brought out two small boxes and placed them in the saddlebags. He mounted the horse, and they walked slowly into the moonlit night. The Indian, Running Bear, listened to the night as they walked slowly. For the inexperienced, walking these woods at night, even under the best conditions, could be a hazardous undertaking. But this Indian and his horse had traveled this path many, many times. He held the reins loosely in his hands and commanded the horse with gentle nudges from his knees. The horse responded without delay and maintained a steady, easy gait. For two and a half hours, they walked. The silence was deafening. No birds sang, no coyotes howled, no trees rustled even though there was a mild breeze in the air. No sound except the hooves of the unshod horse striking the ground. Finally, the Indian and his horse came to a small clearing halfway up the mountain. It was a spectacular view, even at night, seldom seen by anyone not of the Wolf River tribe. The old man dismounted, removed the saddlebags, and walked to the edge of the clearing where the view of the valley below was panoramic. He sat on the ground and with his knife dug two holes into the soft dirt, keeping the top, sun-bleached dirt separate from the darker soil beneath. When the holes were three feet deep, he stopped and reached into the saddlebag for the first box. The box was handmade of pine and appeared to be very old. He opened it and inspected the contents as he had done several times before tonight. An eagle feather with a leather tong wound tightly around the base, a scrap of cloth from a boy’s shirt, a child’s baby tooth, and a lock of hair carefully tied and resting in a thick, clear plastic case, remnants from a time long passed. “Not much to show for twenty-three years,” the old man thought. He placed the items neatly in the box and closed it. There was no lock on the box, and the lid would not be nailed shut. It was simply placed in the hole. The second box was withdrawn from the saddlebag and likewise inspected. Another case with a lock of hair, an eagle feather the same as the other box, another scrap of a boy’s shirt, another tooth, a portion of an arrow with the stone arrowhead still attached. Not much to show for twenty-one years. This box was placed in the other hole. The dirt was filled in on both, the sun-bleached dirt applied last to conceal the final resting place for his two sons. The extra dirt was gathered up and spread out around some desert blooms near the edge. An unsuspecting visitor would have great difficulty finding this place. The old man cut a branch from one of the bushes nearby, carefully concealing the cut. He spread the branch across the ground to conceal his footprints and those of his horse as he walked back down the mountain. He stopped at another clearing, this one smaller, but still with a clear view of the mountain and valley below. He stood quite erect and raised his arms above his head. He prayed to the Great Mystery and asked the spirits to accept his sons. He chanted the same chants used by his people since the beginning of their history. He would chant until daybreak then return to the world below.