Böcker av Henry Mitchell

Not everything is what it seems.The sleepy Appalachian village of Drovers Gap hides a dark secret beneath its placid facades - an insatiable evil that hungers to devour the town and everyone in it. But when a spark from afar ignites the dormant evil, the 703 inhabitants of the town must band together to fight for their survival.Follow the townspeople and the other-worldly visitors as they battle against the forces of darkness that threaten their home and the lives of everyone they love. Will they succeed in their struggle against the ancient evil or will the town of Drovers Gap be lost forever?

On the reclamation of tide-lands - and its relation to navigation is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1870.Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres. As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature. Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hansebooks newly publishes these books and contributes to the preservation of literature which has become rare and historical knowledge for the future.

Our lives flicker on the edge of darkness for our brief moment in the world before the mystery where we were birthed takes us back again. The elusive hope we nurture while we cast a shadow, is more certain than we imagine. In our anxiety about whether our lives will end well, we can overlook the fact that our simple presence on the earth is unfathomable miracle, and that a life well lived is not about its end. Indeed, the most uncertain aspect of life on earth is whether it has an end at all. Even our beginning remains an enigma to us. We aren't here long at all before we've totally forgotten our birth. In our hearts, we might have been here forever.Here are eighteen stories exploring the ongoing miracle of life (and death), offered to remind the reader that ordinary is merely the illusion we foster to shield ourselves from the constant unbearable onslaught of glory.