Saddle up for western action in this Lou Prophet, Bounty Hunter novel from Peter Brandvold. Lou Prophet loves to keep beautiful women company. But when the invitation comes from Miss Louisa Bonaventure, the Vengeance Queen, he finds himself intimate with hot lead instead of her warm female form. Louisa’s got him riding the brutal Mexican frontier chasing outlaws led by Tony Lazzaro, a notorious thief whose deadly weapon, Sugar Delphi, is a blind and blood-hungry pistolera. While Lou and Louisa hunt for Lazzaro, they’ve got two gangs hot on their tail: vicious Mojaves hungry for white hides, and Mexican Rurales hungry for gold. They’re not sure who’s more of a threat, but decide to keep their enemies closer by riding with the Rurales. In a true case of the blind leading the blind, Lou Prophet prays that this pursuit ends with him on the right end of a smoking pistol...

Something funny’s going on in Louisiana’s backwoods . . . Someone in LaGrange has stirred up something truly evil. From beyond, demonic messengers emerge out of the fires of Hell itself, to ignite an orgy of chaos, murder, and bloody destruction. But the Devil was the only one laughing . . . Town veterinarian Link Donovan (former CIA) and Sheriff Ray Ingalls have grave premonitions that the ungodly laughter they heard echoing through the woods meant this was only the beginning. Once they root out the rich folk whose meddling released the minions of Satan, they recruit a band of God-fearing locals like themselves ready to battle—and obliterate—whatever face of evil dares to cross their paths.

The protagonist was a lazy person, and he was determined to be a popinjay. The main character could only cry out in frustration, "When will my path as a popinjay be opened?" [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Next Chapter] But when he looked back, he laughed shamelessly, because he discovered that he could become a popinjay at any time, because his backer was "tall!" Faced with the "God's dimension" and "God's game" from another universe, the main character shouted, "I'm a kind playboy, how could I fight with you? Wouldn't that damage my prestige?" He then shouted, "Violet Feather!" [Close]

Bold and unconventional, this book advocates for an institutional turn-about in the relationship between democracy and constitutionalism.

The Sect Leader, Li Yifeng, was sent to the Grace Mainland by the aftermath of the battle. He received the inheritance of the three devils, and others received the Three Corpses Slaughtering the Dao, but he gathered the strength of three devils and trained himself to become a Dao Lord, Buddha, and Demonic Lord, seeing all the beauties! The Elf Princess, the beautiful Goddess of Life, the flirtatious Dark Saintess, the cold and beautiful Grand Princess of the Royal Family. Yet, looking at him, it seemed as though ... 

Bringing to life the fabulous, colorful panorama of New Orleans in the first flush of the jazz era, this book tells the story of Buddy Bolden, the first of the great trumpet players--some say the originator of jazz--who was, in any case, the genius, the guiding spirit, and the king of that time and place. In this fictionalized meditation, Bolden, an unrecorded father of Jazz, remains throughout a tantalizingly ungraspable phantom, the central mysteries of his life, his art, and his madness remaining felt but never quite pinned down. Ondaatje's prose is at times startlingly lyrical, and as he chases Bolden through documents and scenes, the novel partakes of the very best sort of modern detective novel--one where the enigma is never resolved, but allowed to manifest in its fullness. Though more 'experimental' in form than either The English Patient or In the Skin of a Lion, it is a fitting addition to the renowned Ondaatje oeuvre.

Born during the infant years of the Texas Republic, C. C. Slaughter (1837–1919) participated in the development of the southwestern cattle industry from its pioneer stages to the modern era. Trail driver, Texas Ranger, banker, philanthropist, and cattleman, he was one of America’s most famous ranchers. David J. Murrah’s biography of Slaughter, now available in paperback, still stands as the definitive account of this well-known figure in Southwest history. A pioneer in West Texas ranching, Slaughter increased his holdings from 1877 to 1905 to include more than half a million acres of land and 40,000 head of cattle. At one time “Slaughter country” stretched from a few miles north of Big Spring, Texas, northwestward two hundred miles to the New Mexico border west of Lubbock. His father, brothers, and sons rode the crest of his popularity, and the Slaughter name became a household word in the Southwest. In 1873—almost ten years before the “beef bonanza” on the open range made many Texas cattlemen rich—C. C. Slaughter was heralded by a Dallas newspaper as the “Cattle King of Texas.” Among the first of the West Texas cattlemen to make extensive use of barbed wire and windmills, Slaughter introduced new and improved cattle breeds to West Texas. In his later years, greatly influenced by Baptist minister George W. Truett of Dallas, Slaughter became a major contributor to the work of the Baptist church in Texas. He substantially supported Baylor University and was a cofounder of the Baptist Education Commission and Dallas’s Baylor Hospital. Slaughter also cofounded the Texas Cattle Raisers’ Association (1877) and the American National Bank of Dallas (1884), which through subsequent mergers became the First National Bank. His banking career made him one of Dallas’s leading citizens, and at times he owned vast holdings of downtown Dallas property.

4 BOOKS IN ONE--A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 1 AND VOLUME 2--9 EPIC TRGEDIES--MY MIND SHADOW AND I--FAR OUT AND PEACE OUT!A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 1--THIS IS A BOOK OF 75 POEMS AND 25 SONGS. HERE IS AN EXAMPLE POEM--HERE IS A SAMPLE POEM—GETTING DRUNK OFF THE BLOOD OF ANOTHER—I go on sipping with a fury which is so enlightening―draining out the vital essence of another so very passionately―sinking deep into their flesh and bones―ripping away with bloody teeth―I go on drinking―I keep on drinking until the bottom has gone up―I keep going on―always staying on top of the drinking game being played here—the blood of another victim slowly drips from of their wound―ever so slowly trickling down their skin―another scream goes into my chalice of mixed up spirits―I continue drinking―a bottle embedded with scars―scar covered flesh and bones laced with the impure pleasures of the eternal night―that bottle is exactly what I always must keep by my side―I keep drinking—more and more faceless spirits now depart my vision―everything that has mattered to me in my lifetime has been swept away―all that I had ever known―all that I will ever come to know―knowledge which soon will be whittled away―to be pulled out from the depths of a smothering void―a void vast and immense―dried out and left for dead―with the nothingness of death firmly implanted and bolted into my skull―by the the hornless trinity which rules my demons―me, myself, and Imy jaws go smashing down with the fury of a bloodthirsty pirate―the nectar of my current victim tastes sweet and always supercharges my drive―my quest for immortality, if you will―craving indulged--HERE IS A SAMPLE SONG--BRUTAL AWARENESS--one must defend the honor of that one's purity—push comes to shove and then rage to insanity—lady justice is so raw, blind, and aggressive—crushing all that she finds so very offensive—governed by the pompous makes no sense at all—one by one we go down and then away we fall—can I not break this needless standing repetition together we stand, but we are all in competition the choice has come down to nothing and no more—duplicated then split apart into quadrants of four—nothing seemingly appears the same as if they disappear—a call from the apocalypse breaks you free and clear—taking a joy ride from the brain to the heart—stopping at attractions to find a brand new start—be sure to bow your heads and mock and jest—when the mind follows and ignores all those left—hone in on your futuristic life and enjoy the trip—focus within your mind until apart it has become ripped—beats doing time in reality and being left for dead—rise from a lake of blood and see how long you can tread A COLLECTION OF THEMES AND SONGS VOLUME 2--50 POEMS AND 50 SONGS ON DEATH, THE UNIVERSE, AND EVERYTHING IN IT--HERE IS A POEM FROM THE BOOK--ANYTHING GOESprocrastination comes best when I am sizing myself up—any way you want to expect it—is how exactly I am going to show you—show you the way—a new way—get ready—get set—let's goI always tend to enjoy visiting nothing land—where everything is a free for all—what comes up—must come down—the hell inside my skull is driving me six feet underground—I believe I just blew my coveror did I ever have a cover to blow—I constantly remind myself that I am everywhere—once you think you believe in me—think againone false belief in me is all I need—that is when I will size you up to become my next fallen prey—from your soul to mine and then back again—here's to drinking with you—cheerson one final note—anyone here interested in playing a game of charades—you show me your best outfit—I'll show you mine—anything goes--THERE ARE 2 MORE BOKS IN THIS VOLUME--9 EPIC TRAGEDIES (9 EPIC POEMS) AND MY MIND SHADOW AND I. (A BOOK OF 100 SONGS)--HAVE A BLESSED DAY!

MORTAL RIFTS When Doc is taken captive by a band of marauders in what was once Nebraska, Ryan and the companions rally to get him back. But they aren't just fighting the local muties. They're also up against the area's terrifying terrain, which shifts and morphs at a moment's notice. With their options dwindling in this mazelike region that doesn't obey the laws of physics, the team joins forces with a beautiful and deadly woman who evens the odds on the battlefield. But while this warrior seems to be on their side, she has a secret agenda that could spell the end for them all... THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE Since the nukecaust, the American dream has been reduced to a daily fight for survival. In the hellish landscape of Deathlands, few dare to dream of a better tomorrow. But Ryan Cawdor and his companions press on, driven by the need for a future less treacherous than the present.