I think of [those words] as nothing but a lie. Just a lie. In an interview two days after Sept. Yet now, in that presumptuous way of theirs of always speaking for the black man, liberals simply assume that blacks would have wanted to hoist the American flag at Ground Zero. Who are these liberal honkies imputing patriotism to blacks? Liberals constantly want to have it every single way. They are indignant at the possibility that President Bush might have acted to help Enron.
When it turns out he did not, they fume: What? He did nothing! He should have done something! They hate the American flag, but on the other hand, demanding that two white men be ousted from the Fire Department statue also has its seditious attractions. Who are they kidding? The right to dissent and not some phony flag-waving? Liberals are, at best, indifferent to America winning the war in Afghanistan. Three of the six raising the flag were killed in the battle.
Back when the oppressors were white men rather than race demagogues, the truth still counted for something. We should figure out clever ways to declare victory at the first decent opportunity and remove our troops from Afghanistan. Getting al Qaeda will be tricky, but locking up Ackerman is doable.
It is a commonplace among men — and I do mean men — that civilian troops culled from a liberal democracy will always prevail over barbaric mercenaries with daggers between their teeth. But liberals have no confidence in a free nation. They are invariably mesmerized by the self-advertised brutality of savages. Point Two of the Ackerman war strategy has been championed most earnestly by Times columnist Frank Rich, providing continuity with his typical National Abortion and Reproductive Rights Action League press-release style.
This, strangely, was despite the fact that anthrax has never been sent to an abortion clinic, and therefore Planned Parenthood could be of absolutely no help in tracking down the source of the mailings. Since his escape from prison on bank robbery charges, he had been sending harmless white powder to abortion clinics. In Aug. Dowd was exultant. According to initial buoyant reports in early February, enraged travelers rose up in a savage attack on the secretary of transportation.
Hope was dashed when later reports indicated that the irritated travelers were actually rival warlords, the airport was the Kabul Airport, and Norman Mineta was still with us. Thanks to the hard work of the Department of Transportation, which had already arrogated to itself responsibility for commercial air safety, 19 Muslim terrorists had absolutely no difficulty in turning four planes into cruise missiles almost simultaneously on Sept.
In its wisdom, Congress turned over yet more power to the Department of Transportation: Nice work — what else can you do for us? Almost instantly, dreary, wrathful federal bureaucrats conceived of methods to make air travel still worse. Even those of us who burn with an all-consuming hatred for federal bureaucracies had to tip our hats.
First, the government prohibited airport screeners from looking for terrorists. Except government officials like Cabinet official Tommy Thompson, who skip the airport lines. Ethnic profiling is the only reasonable security measure that has been thwarted in the war on terrorism. Every other anti-American, left-wing attack on the war has failed miserably. Liberals denounced military tribunals, FBI interviews with Arab student visitors, the detention of terrorism suspects, monitoring conversations of jailed terrorists and the treatment of prisoners in Guantanamo.
The whole country knows that goosing little old ladies boarding planes is not going to make us any safer. Transportation Secretary Mineta is angry and he wants America to suffer. They all have dark hair and brown eyes. And more than half of them have the name Mohammed. Thus, he asked Mineta if such people should be subjected to a little extra scrutiny. Do you have a one-way ticket or a round-trip? It is absolutely contemptible that Bush will not rid us of this scourge.
He is given plumb government jobs solely and exclusively because he is a minority. But Secretary Mineta is burning with hatred for America. He has taken the occasion of the most devastating attack on U. And as I boarded the train, the MPs confiscated the bat on the basis it could be used as a lethal weapon. Good God! Someone please give him a baseball bat. Democrats regularly insult the intelligence of half the public in order to win the votes of the terminally stupid. As long as their lies bamboozle enough clods to give them a political edge, they will say absolutely anything.
Inasmuch as liberals have spent 20 years relentlessly suing fire departments, police departments and the military, this is a very aggressive position to take. Indeed, every hero of Sept. Point by point, by his relentless logic, he has them trapped whichever way they turn. He is the most frequently cited federal judge. He was a founder of the Chicago Law and Economics movement. Though Posner is not the sort to come out and call SCOFLA a bunch of ambulance-chasers, his precise, unemotional style is far more devastating.
There is no argument, no riposte, no silly liberal sentiment that Posner does not methodically deconstruct. This book is the complete antidote to 36 days of a Clintonized transfer of power. Writing for the court, Justice Anthony Kennedy struck down a perfectly sensible federal child porn law last week. Without this law, it will be impossible, in practice, to prosecute any child pornography cases. The last smut prosecutions for works with any redeeming value whatsoever took place almost four decades ago. The nation is swimming in pornography. And Kennedy is worried that a law banning computer-generated photos of children engaging in sexually explicit acts will put Shakespeare at risk?
If judges pretended to be this confused when interpreting other laws, there could be no laws about anything. Indeed, Depends undergarments would be a necessity on the high court, as justices struggled with whether that feeling in their bellies meant they had to go to the bathroom or needed to burp. Not only that, but during that time, four of five federal appeals courts were upholding the law. This is the doomsday scenario? Actually Bush was just looking for top legal talent, not models for a Benetton ad.
And not even a Supreme Court justice. Estrada has been nominated to a federal court of appeals by President Bush. After an utterly undistinguished legal career prosecuting cow-tipping cases in Chittenden County, Vt. To be sure, Estrada, 40, has no cow-tipping prosecutions under his belt. But he has argued 15 cases before the Supreme Court, often considered even better experience than practice before the Chittenden County bench. Those who were selected primarily for their ideology are not likely to be confirmed.
Almost 40, students graduate from law school every year. Each year, only 33 will clerk for the Supreme Court. Indeed, only three sitting members of the Supreme Court — also a good credential — did so. Estrada is among this elite group, as are at least three other of the nine lawyers Bush chose for appellate courts one year ago. Estrada clerked for Justice Kennedy and has argued 15 cases before the Supreme Court. John Roberts clerked for Justice Rehnquist and has argued more than 30 cases before the Supreme Court. None of them have even been given hearings by Leahy.
As legal scholar Sen. Chris Dodd, D-Conn. Consequently, Bush had already purged his list of judicial nominees likely to incite a Democratic witch-hunt. In addition to the first nine he chose, Bush even included two Clinton nominees — an unprecedented concession. When Bush recently complained about the massive resistance to his judicial nominees, Leahy angrily denied the accusation, saying: Republicans did it first!
In point of fact, Republicans held up nominations of jurists like Frederica A. Massiah-Jackson of Philadelphia, who shouted obscenities at prosecutors from the bench. Which Clinton nominee with a half-dozen arguments before the Supreme Court did Republicans refuse to confirm? The Republicans did it too?
This must be the sort of finely honed legal argument one develops prosecuting cow-tipping cases. Perhaps the Federalist Society could finally gain the admiration of Senate Democrats if it too began showcasing the legal logic of bratty 4-year-olds. Admittedly, this was before Sept. If Arabs were being stopped at airports before Sept. There had been only one terrorist attack here in America by Arabs — the bomb at the World Trade Center in This is excluding Sirhan Sirhan, the first Muslim to bring the classic religion-of-peace protest to American shores, when, in support of the Palestinians, he assassinated Robert Kennedy.
Gore said he was glad he was searched. So that a potential terrorist could be spared the trouble? Searching Al Gore is a purely religious act. It is the purposeless, fetishistic performance of rituals in accordance with the civic religion of liberalism. Evidently, the only people the Bush administration thinks it appropriate to search are angry men with smoke pouring out of their trousers.
If not, then valiant and hardworking FBI agents are to be commended for their rapid surveillance of million Americans — cheerleaders, dentists, nursing-home residents, Amish, performance artists, professional baseball players and so on — before settling on about a thousand Muslim men to detain. Only a religious cult would require people to appear before committees and say things that are demonstrably false.
In his inimitable Stalinist way, Sen. Russell Feingold demanded that no one at the FBI even consider whether racial profiling might have prevented Liberals treat racial profiling like the Victorians treated sex. It is not a topic that may be discussed, except to recoil in horror at the practice. The Phoenix memo was the one noting that a lot of Middle Eastern men were enrolled in American flight schools. Muslim terrorists are trying to nuke Manhattan, and the Senate is conducting Soviet show trials on whether anyone at the FBI is wistfully daydreaming about racial profiling.
The specific information was this: A lot of Middle Eastern men were attending American flight schools. These are the lunatics the Bush administration is hoping to propitiate by refusing to engage in racial profiling. If an attack comes, I assure you: No one will be praising Bush for abiding by the rules of the cult and carefully searching Al Gore. Six years ago, Eric Nesbitt, a U. According to a cellmate, Atkins later laughed about the murder.
After hearing the overwhelming evidence against him, a jury sentenced Atkins to death. Last week, the Supreme Court overturned that sentence. It does not mean that Atkins could not understand the difference between right and wrong. The law already accounts for that possibility with the concept of legal insanity. It does not mean he could not assist in his own defense. The law already accounts for that possibility with the concept of legal incompetence.
Nor, incidentally, does it mean that Atkins was so retarded that he could not plan a crime, murder a man and then hide the gun. The police never retrieved the murder weapon. Indeed, the jury heard the evidence that Atkins was retarded, but still voted to impose the death penalty. As far back as , criminologist H. Thus, the Supreme Court has now prohibited the death penalty for precisely those people who are most likely to commit death-penalty level crimes.
Duke Power Co. If IQ is such a reliable predictor of behavior, will liberals finally agree to use it as the sole basis for admission to University of Michigan Law School? For now, at least, deportation hearings of suspected terrorists will not be open to the public. Through their enervating dialogues and endless concerns with constitutional process, liberals have made themselves incapable of feeling hate for the enemy.
Refusing to take sides in this war, they busy themselves wailing about every security precaution taken by the Bush administration. He has been compared to the Taliban. Instead, Sen. Liberals become indignant when you question their patriotism, but simultaneously work overtime to give terrorists a cushion for the next attack and laugh at dumb Americans who love their country and hate the enemy. Like all cartoons specially featured in the Times, there was nothing remotely funny about the cartoon. Its point was simply to convey all the proper prejudices of elitist liberals against ordinary Americans.
While hooting with laughter at patriotic Americans, liberals prattle on and on about the right to dissent as the true mark of patriotism and claim their unrelenting kvetching is a needed corrective to jingoism. After Sept. True patriotism, they believe, should consist of redoubled efforts at attacking George Bush. This present government in America I just find disgusting.
Liberals are angrier at John Ashcroft for questioning angry Arab immigrants applying for crop duster permits than they are about the terrorists. These people simply do not have an implacable desire to kill those who cheered the slaughter of thousands of American citizens. Objectively, the pacifist is pro-Nazi. To paraphrase Orwell, in this war, those who cannot stay focused on fighting the enemy are objectively pro-terrorist. Evidently President Bush is responsible for Enron because he is from Texas and — it is insinuatingly noted — so is Enron! Again, I note: If hysterical partisan insinuation constitutes proof, then we need to reopen the Vince Foster files.
Liberals have no real arguments — none that the American people would find palatable, anyway. So in lieu of actual argument, they accuse conservatives of every vice that pops into their heads, including their own mind-boggling elitism. The Democratic Party has basically remade itself into a party of left-wing academics and Park Avenue matrons. Yes, that Reagan. Who were these initiatives supposed to appeal to?
Martha Stewart? I think not. Average, middle-class Americans voted Reagan back into office for a second term in the largest electoral landslide in history. Liberals also have many important and substantive backup arguments such as they hate Republicans. In the alternative, liberals thoughtfully explain that Republicans are bigots. But this is standard political debate for the left. It is simply not possible to disagree with liberals about constitutional interpretation, guns, abortion, immigration, racial quotas — or really, anything.
Serious political dialogue becomes the exception when political discourse is littered with ad hominem land mines. By contrast, when Republicans directly quote their opponents, all hell breaks loose. A Republican actually quoting a Democrat verbatim constitutes a McCarthyite witch hunt. Thus, for example, in , George Bush 41 pulled the old quote-your-opponent trick on Democratic presidential candidate Michael Dukakis.
I am a card-carrying member of ACLU. Bush quoted him during one of the debates. Serious political debate evidently consists of randomly accusing your opponent of being a hateful bigot or having some vague ephemeral association with corporate crooks. Those are good arguments. The elite media cast about for women to praise, hailing any female who has achieved the amazing feat of having passed the bar exam, but treat the stunning accomplishments of Phyllis Schlafly like the publisher of the New York Times treats his SAT scores.
It is a dark secret that must not be revealed. Schlafly simply cannot be mentioned — except for the occasional demeaning caricature. The book sold an astounding 3 million copies. The average nonfiction book sells 5, copies. Goldwater lost badly in the general election, but the Republican Party would never be the same. Without Schlafly, without that book, it is very possible that Ronald Reagan would never have been elected president.
As the feminists spent 20 years engaged in a death-match debate over whether it is acceptable for feminists to wear lipstick, Schlafly was writing 10 books, most of them on military policy. That book sold 2 million copies. Meanwhile, the feminists moved on from the weighty lipstick debate to pornography. As Irving Kristol has suggested, their primary area of agreement was that year-old girls performing sex on stage should be paid the minimum wage. An early and vigorous proponent of a missile defense shield, Schlafly has written extensively about ICBMs and missile-defense treaties.
About the same time, Schlafly noticed that the Equal Rights Amendment was sailing toward ratification without anyone noticing. The House had passed it by to Thirty states had approved it in the first year after it was sent to the states for ratification. Only eight more states were needed. Over the next eight years, thanks to Schlafly and her Eagle Forum, only five states ratified it — but five other states rescinded their earlier ratifications. What the feminists lacked in linear thinking, they made up for in viciousness, control of the media and Hollywood glitz.
Soon feminists took up the issue of girl-firemen, demanding to know what possible arguments there were, pray tell, for women not to be firemen. A short list: their inability to pick up the hose, their tendency to cry and panic when confronted with dangerous situations, the effect on families whose homes are on fire when they open the door and see the female equivalent of Michael Dukakis in a tank. Schlafly moved on to ludicrous United Nations treaties, the Violence Against Women Act, sexual harassment law, values-clarification programs and other monstrosities too numerous to catalog.
She declined. Instead, she married, raised six amazingly accomplished children and later attended law school in her 50s — all while fighting the establishment in her free time. She is brilliant, beautiful, principled, articulate, tireless and, most important, absolutely fearless. That Phyllis Schlafly is the mortal enemy of a movement that claims to promote women tells you all you need to know about the feminists. This is how liberals couch statements they assume all Americans would demand they make, but which they secretly chafe at.
Fascinatingly, their proposals for achieving these goals are invariably the opposite of what any normal person might think would work. Instead of punishing bad behavior and rewarding good behavior, liberals often feel it is the better part of valor to reward bad behavior and punish good behavior. Of course, we all agree that Fidel Castro is a bad man. The liberal clergy at the Times has criticized sex education programs that purport to discourage sexual activity among teenagers, while unaccountably neglecting to hand out condoms and scented candles.
We do, however, urgently need government programs to teach them that dying of AIDS is bad for them. At least we finally have the left on record opposing some federal government program other than national defense and an independent counsel investigating a Democrat. Currently, liberals pretend to be rooting for America in the war on terrorism. To show their support, they oppose America doing anything. Dick Durbin, D-Ill. Seems unlikely. Democrats claim to support invading Iraq — just not yet! But first — there are many worthless objections to be raised.
Sore loser Al Gore has said that before invading Iraq we need to establish peace in the Mideast, create a perfect Jeffersonian democracy in Afghanistan, and get the American-hating French and Germans on board. Also invent cold fusion and put a man on Mars. Then will the time be ripe for a pre-emptive attack! Liberals also carped pointlessly about the war in Afghanistan last fall. Their principal complaint was that we were going to lose. Such self-interested behavior is considered boorish in Manhattan salons. The only just wars, liberals believe, are those in which the United States has no stake.
Liberals warm to the idea of American mothers weeping for their sons, but only if their deaths will not make America any safer. And the notion of justified pre-emption runs counter to modern international law, which sanctions the use of force in self-defense only against actual, not potential, threats. The idea that America would be transgressing the laws of man and God by invading Iraq unless and until Saddam nukes Manhattan is absurd.
Liberals loved that war because Slobodan Milosevic posed no conceivable threat to the United States. We seek no territorial gain; we seek no political advantage. One searches in vain for some description of an American interest in the Balkans. In the end, the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia found fewer than 3, bodies, most of them men of military age.
Similarly, Israel has less claim to act against Yasser Arafat than NATO did against Milosevic because actual Israelis are getting killed by the terror forces they are battling — so they are self-interested. Milosevic gets a trial at the Hague for forced deportations. The point — which is always the same point — is that we must not protect ourselves but should just let liberals run the world. But I must take issue with Sean on one point.
And has produced the same good results! As Hannity notes, liberals never reciprocate the love conservatives keep sending their way. Of this, I am eternally grateful. They are wrong about everything. Why would anyone want to be liked by these people? President Bush, too, has repeatedly set himself up as the test case of what happens when you try to play nice with a Democrat.
Anthony Weiner, D-N. Extend an olive branch to Democrats and they bite your hand off. Bush has invited Sen. The adulterous drunk who cheated at Harvard and killed a girl at Chappaquiddick responded to these overtures by attacking Bush. John Kerry, D-Mass. Thank you, my friend, for your many courtesies. If the world only knew.
Trent Lott on Teddy Kennedy. When Bush named the Department of Justice building after Robert Kennedy, Kerry Kennedy Cuomo displayed the renowned Kennedy graciousness by viciously attacking the Bush administration at a pre-dedication ceremony. Tifft and Alex S. Jones, a fawning historical account of the New York Times and the family behind it, the authors describe how the Newspaper of Record conspired to hide information about the Holocaust:.
To find out what the enemy is up to in the current war, you keep having to turn to obscure little boxes at the bottom of Page A-9 of the Newspaper of Record. In a little-noticed story almost exactly one year after Muslims staged the most horrific terrorist attack the world has ever seen, a Muslim en route from Germany to Kosovo emerged from the airplane bathroom and tried to strangle a stewardess with his shoelaces.
That story was squirreled away in small box at the very bottom of Page A-9 of the Times. In the entire Lexis Nexis archives, only three newspapers reported the incident. Not one mentioned that the attacker was a Muslim. It was a rather captivating story, too. Also last week, another practitioner of the Religion of Peace, this one with ties to al-Qaida, tried to board a plane in Sweden with a gun. This story did not merit front-page coverage at The New York Times. On July 4 this year, an Egyptian living in California — who had complained about his neighbors flying a U.
The Times casually reported the possibility that his motive was a fare dispute. Four days after the shooting, the story vanished amid an embarrassed recognition of the fact that any Muslim could snap at any moment and start shooting. Citing passages from the Hadith, the collected sayings of Muhammad, the Caners note that, by his own account, the founder of Islam was often possessed by Satan. Muhammad married 11 women, kept two others as concubines and recommended wife-beating but only as a last resort! His third wife was 6 years old when he married her and 9 when he consummated the marriage.
To say that Muhammad was a demon-possessed pedophile is not an attack. And for the record, Timothy McVeigh is not the founder of Christianity. He was an atheist who happened to be a gentile. Oh, OK, never mind. So was she really 16, or was it terrific that he had sex with a 9-year-old to improve her education? Muhammad makes L. Ron Hubbard look like Jesus Christ. Most people think nothing of assuming every Scientologist is a crackpot.
Liberals bar the most benign expressions of religion by little America. Only a religion that is highly correlated with fascistic attacks on the U. Patriot Eunice Stone took down their license plate numbers and called the police as the mirthful Muslims left. Despite the racist hysteria sweeping the nation, the police did not rush out and start rounding up Arabs. They interviewed Stone in person to evaluate her credibility and corroborate her story. That night, a little after midnight, one of the two cars being driven by the Muslims ran a toll booth — at least according to everyone but these beacons of truth.
Law enforcement officials soon descended on the cars. According to accounts in The New York Times, the men were uncooperative, refused to answer basic questions, gave false information and told contradictory stories. A bomb-sniffing dog reacted to the presence of explosives in both vehicles. After a careful search, however, no explosives were found and the men were released. Naturally, therefore, the men and their families accused Americans, especially Southerners, of being ignorant racists.
Even the Islamic Al Sharptons simply assume these guys are lying. Their defenders say they were joking. Who knew the Religion of Peace was so darn funny? Did you hear the one about the release of VX gas in Disneyland? By my count, the Muslims have given at least five versions of what happened. Eunice Stone has given one consistent story. She has been interrogated by law enforcement officials and is corroborated by another witness. According to the Boston Globe, the Three Stooges first told law enforcement officers they did it on purpose.
So they decided to scare her. Third, they tried out the hysterical-woman defense — used to great effect by Democrats in the Clinton era. He just thought the men were playing his mother and him for suckers. Fourth, the Muslims leapt to their very favorite explanation, the one they haul out at the slightest provocation for almost any occasion: Pogrom-oriented Americans were victimizing them. While I could be jumping the gun — the night is still young — it now appears that their final answer is: They were talking about a car. This occurred to them only after meeting with their lawyers.
Oh, OK. Non-terrorist Muslims are crying wolf when they play these games — talking about blowing up buildings in restaurants, taking a lighter to their sneakers on commercial aircraft, and spending a long time shaving in airplane bathrooms. Intentionally or not, they are giving the real terrorists a cushion for the next attack.
In the reflection of his dewy eyes, you could almost see Terry McAuliffe mouthing the words to him from the audience. Especially the part where he paid tribute to the great Bill Clinton, to whom Torricelli evidently owes his deeply ingrained sense of ethics. Torricelli will leave public office with just the clothes on his back, a Rolex watch and other assorted jewelry, a TV set, a couple of racks of Italian suits, some Jets tickets, a grandfather clock and three paper sacks filled with small, unmarked bills. But the Democrats had no qualms with the gifted senator get it?
Only then did the call come for Torricelli to withdraw. It had to be done. If Torricelli loses, the Senate could tip to the Republicans, which would be a disaster of unspeakable consequence. Specifically, Democrats will not be able to obstruct the president in performing his constitutional duty to appoint judges.
Then — God forbid — the public would be allowed to vote on an important issue! In some of the less-enlightened states, the public might not recognize the fundamental human right to suck the brains out of little babies. Apart from treason, this is all the Democratic Party stands for anymore. Vernon Jordan is probably on the phone to Revlon right now trying to get Torricelli that nice job once designated for Monica. If Republicans played like Democrats, President Bush would have offered Torricelli an ambassadorship not to withdraw from the race.
This is not a random filing requirement. Forrester, has designed an entire campaign — polls, advertisements, issues — on the assumption that he was running against a specific candidate. As soon as his campaign against that candidate began to work and he pulled ahead, Democrats switched the candidate. The nettlesome part must have been explaining to Torricelli that he was to be replaced by former Sen. Frank Lautenberg — whom Torricelli famously, and not without justice, despises.
This entire spectacle is a sham. If Lautenberg is elected, he will resign so that the Democratic governor can appoint a replacement. Torricelli was a place-holder for the campaign, and now Lautenberg will be a place-holder for the election. Democrats wail about every vote counting when they need to steal votes after an election. Meanwhile, not one Democratic senator diverged from the party line on Clinton. Democrats insist that their losing candidates be taken off the ballot 38 days before an election — if that will help them win a majority in Congress.
They keep dead candidates on the ballot — if that will help them win a majority in Congress. They put conservative candidates on the ballot in the South and Midwest — if that will help Democrats win a majority in Congress. Unlike Torricelli, Mink is evidently irreplaceable.
The Democrats have insisted that her name remain on the ballot. It will cost the taxpayers of Hawaii millions of dollars to run a special election if she wins. When Democratic Senate candidate Mel Carnahan died in a plane crash just three weeks before the election, his wife, Jean, volunteered to be appointed to the seat if he won. Carnahan was behind in the polls before the plane went down, but in an outpouring of sympathy for the grieving widow, the dead man won an upset victory.
Talking about the war is a dirty campaign trick. Nor will Saddam Hussein if Democrats have their way. He is a Muslim. He converted to Islam 17 years ago. He changed his name to John Muhammad. He cheered the terrorist attack of Sept. He registered his getaway vehicle with the DMV on the anniversary of Sept. Naturally, therefore, the mainstream media have decided the crucial, salient fact about sniper John Muhammad is that he is a Gulf War veteran.
They are now hot on the trail of whether Osama bin Laden ever served with the U. To review recent events, last year, 19 Muslims slaughtered thousands of Americans on U. Since then, one Muslim tried to blow up a U. The Religion of Peace has also been active abroad, decapitating an American journalist and blowing up a French tanker. Meet the Dark Elf, Altira. She set out to rob a sultan, and ended up stealing the deadliest gem in the world. This mistake could cost Altira her life or save her race, and possibly the world as she knows it.
As Altira struggles to triumph over the vast forces arrayed against her, she acquires mostly against her will a rich cast of unexpected allies perceptive dwarves, giant Phoenix birds with mysterious powers, and ephemeral creatures made from nothing but air. Together they must find a way to defeat the army of assassins set against her, overcome the wrath of three nations, and forge allegiances with despised enemies, to reveal the truth to a people kept in darkness for.
Dark Elf, Altira, is fierce, strong, determined, and feisty! After stealing a priceless gem, her life is on the line as she is now being trailed by assassins out to end it. What she soon finds out about the gem could mean saving her people and herself. This fun, fantasy adventure is not to be missed! A treat for new and veteran fantasy readers alike. Dark Talisman is well worth a look" -- Monster Librarian.
Amy S. Foster was born in Victoria, Canada to singer B. Cook and legendary record producer David Foster. ButAmy opted out of a career in music and chose international business instead. While going to American University in Washington DC, she took a course in creative writing with renowned poet Ann Darr that would change the direction of her life. After graduating, Amy moved to London to hone her literary skills, determined to get a collection of her own poetry published.
Her next release is, the first in the Battle Ground Trilogy, for Harper Collins is coming to a bookstore near you in the Fall of Normal seventeen-year-old girls go to high school, binge watch TV shows all weekend, and flirt with everyone on the face of the Earth. But Ryn Whitaker is trying to save it. Ryn is a Citadel. A soldier. A liar. Ryn and her fellow Citadels were specially chosen and trained to guard a Rift —one of fourteen unpredictable tears in the fabric of the universe that serve as doorways to alternate Earths.
A fine-tuned weapon, Ryn is a picture-perfect Citadel. When a young man named Ezra is pulled through the Rift, Ryn finds herself immediately drawn to him, despite her training. As Ryn and Ezra desperately try to get to that truth, they discover that each revelation blurs the line between the villains and the heroes even more. Beth Lewis was raised in the wilds of Cornwall and split her childhood between books and the beach. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has had close encounters with black bears, killer whales, and great white sharks.
She has been, at turns, a bank cashier, a fire performer, and a juggler, and she is currently a managing editor at Titan Books in London. The Wolf Road is her first novel. She was just seven years old, wandering lost and hungry in the wilderness, when the solitary hunter took her in.
But the man Elka thought she knew has been harboring a terrible secret. A monster. And now that Elka knows the truth, she may be his next victim. The Wolf Road is an intimate cat-and-mouse tale of revenge and redemption, played out against a vast, unforgiving landscape—told by an indomitable young heroine fighting to escape her past and rejoin humanity. Long after a cold war mis-step has turned back the clock to a time of living off the land, gold rush fever, and vigilante justice, a sassy young tomboy is saved from certain death by a strange tattooed backwoodsman, who raises her in isolation and teaches her his way of life.
This bombshell sets Elka on a campaign to find her long-lost parents and distance herself from the dangerous man she thought she knew. You won't know whether to root for or be afraid of heroine Elka, and you won't be able to put the book down. I was reminded of the beautiful savagery of Cormac McCarthy's The Road and the elegiac overtones of Dickey's Deliverance while reading—but Lewis has crafted something completely unique here, carried so powerfully along by the voice of its indelible young narrator.
It's impossible not to root for Elka as she fights her way through a chilling -- but disturbingly familiar -- wasteland. It masterfully dances between the savagery of the wild and the raw, blunt humor of frontier logic. A rollicking, striking read. Elka is a brilliant creation—fierce and vulnerable at the same time.
Reassessing the Angel in the House
Her story and her voice pull you in from the first page and never let you go. Gripping and unforgettable. Lee Martinez was born in El Paso, Texas. At the age of eighteen, for no apparent reason, he started writing novels. Thirteen short years and a little over a dozen manuscripts later, his first novel, Gil's All Fright Diner was published.
Since then he has published or is about to publish five additional novels, including the forthcoming Divine Misfortune. His hobbies include juggling, games of all sorts, and astral projecting. Also, he likes to sing along with the radio when he's in the car by himself. She is a master of martial arts, a keen detective, and possesses a collection of strange artifacts. All she wants is to work in an office and date a nice, normal guy. With the Angela Richman Death Investigator series, Elaine returns to her hardboiled roots and uses her experience as a stroke survivor and her studies at the Medicolegal Death Investigators Training Course at St.
Louis University. Elaine is director at large for the Mystery Writers of America. Elaine won the Anthony, Agatha and Lefty Awards. The ultrawealthy families of Chouteau Forest may look down on a woman like death investigator Angela Richman, but they also rely on her. When a horrific car crash kills a Forest teenager, Angela is among the first on the scene. Her investigation is hardly underway, however, when she suffers a series of crippling strokes.
Misdiagnosed by the resident neurologist, Dr. Gravois, and mended by gauche yet brilliant neurosurgeon Dr. Jeb Travis Tritt, Angela faces a harrowing recovery. Gravois has been murdered…and the chief suspect is the surgeon who saved her life. Tritt from a death-row sentence—even if her progress is thwarted at every turn by a powerful and insular community poised to protect its own.
Her complicated heroine deserves a return outing. Like Viets, Angela suffered a series of strokes and this death investigator is now struggling—in the midst of her recovery—to investigate a homicide that put her lifesaving neurosurgeon Dr. Jeb Travis Tritt in jail. Crisply written, with deft characterizations and action, Viets tells a tale that only she could have written. Not only was the physical challenge appealing, she discovered yoga was a way of being, not something you do for 90 minutes on a mat.
Ally is a Santa Monica-based yoga teacher, writer and life coach, who connects daily with yogis all around the world via her online yoga classes. Ally Hamilton changed her life with the eight limbs of yoga, a spiritual tradition first recorded in the Yoga Sutras 1, years ago. Join Ally as she shows you how to apply the wisdom of this honored tradition to your modern-day life. Physical poses?
With hands-on exercises, meditations, journaling prompts, and stories of healing, this book helps you uncover your particular gifts and begin to feel joy. Kathryn Budig, author of Aim True. She was brought up in England and moved to France where she spent some years working as a trader in an international bank before re-training as a teacher and setting up a language school with her husband. They still live in France and have five daughters. Everyone knows a couple like Jack and Grace. He has looks and wealth, she has charm and elegance.
You might not want to like them, but you do. Some might call this true love. Others might ask why Grace never answers the phone. How she can cook such elaborate meals but remain so slim. And why there are bars on one of the bedroom windows. From author B. Paris comes a thriller and international phenomenon Behind Closed Doors. A chilling thriller that will keep you reading long into the night. Lesley Pearse, bestselling author of Without a Trace. Nuff said. The Sun. Jim Hardison has worked as a writer, screen writer, animator and film director.
He started his professional career by co-writing and producing a low-budget direct-to-video feature film, The Creature from Lake Michigan. Making a bad movie can be a crash course in the essential elements of good character and story, and The Creature From Lake Michigan was a tremendously bad movie. These days, Jim is the creative director and co-owner of Character LLC, a company that does story-analysis for brands and entertainment properties.
He lives in Portland, Oregon with his lovely wife, two amazing kids, one smart dog and one stupid dog. In ancient times, the Dark Lord Mauron cooked the most powerful magic chocolate dessert ever made, the Pudding of Power. One thousand and two years later, the evil leader of the Bad Religion, the Heartless One, is trying to recover the lost pudding in order to enslave the peoples of Grome. Only the depressed barbarian warrior Thoral Might Fist and his best friend, Brad the talking Koi fish, have a chance to save the world of Grome from destruction, but that's going to take a ridiculous amount of magic and mayhem.
Thus begins the epically silly epic fantasy of epic proportions, Fish Wielder--book one of the Fish Wielder Trilogy. I'm not sure I've seen such preposterously determined critic-baiting parody since Xanth or Asprin's Myth-Begotten series. I recommend it to anyone. Fish Wielder is hilarious and unpredictable, like a drunk bear playing whack-a-mole. Logan J. Hunder, author of Witches Be Crazy. Fast and funny, it races along in a self-aware tone that should appeal to anyone who loves fantasy but has ever found themselves thinking, huh, that was a little melodramatic. Her nonfiction has appeared in Lightspeed, Weird Tales, Tor.
Her appetite for bad movies is insatiable, a tragedy she tracks on her blog at genevievevalentine. She is currently working on a formula to evaluate the awfulness of any given film, a scale that will be measured in Julians to honor Julian Sands, who has bravely uttered some of the worst lines ever filmed,in some of the worst wigs ever made. When Suyana, Face of the United Amazonia Rainforest Confederation, is secretly meeting Ethan of the United States for a date that can solidify a relationship for the struggling UARC, the last thing she expected was an assassination attempt. By the end of this book I was on my feet cheering.
You will be, too. Jemison, author of the Inheritance trilogy. She's a living, breathing woman of spirit and mettle—the kind of woman the world hates, for having too much of a mind of her own. Her story in Persona offers the reader a reminder of the enduring power other people have to surprise you, just when it feels like all hope is lost. A former journalist for Newsweek, the Baltimore Sun, and the Washington Post, he has worked on marine conservation with the Baja group Niparaja and since has been a research associate with the Academy of Natural Sciences in Philadelphia.
Peter and Wendy—their mother chose the names—felt as close as twins, despite their difference in age. As teens, they fled their gothic Philadelphia home in the family station wagon and headed for Mexico, only to be discovered sleeping in the car on the banks of the Mississippi, in Huck Finn country. Now, many years later, estranged by an apparent betrayal as profound as their family's disfunction, the two live separate lives, Peter as an editor in New York, Wendy as an edgy sports photographer with a taste for risk With a new book out and an invitation to Los Cabos, she drives the old Mercedes inherited from their father down Baja California, finally completing the trip begun twenty years earlier.
Meanwhile, in New York, Peter watches the Twin Towers fall on a beautiful September day and realizes it's time to find his sister and to finally make peace with her. Chaplin offers a cast of whimsical, imperfect, loveable characters that readers will not soon forget. The momentum of this expertly paced noir fairy tale increases as it nears its denouement. Gorgeous, vivid scenery and fascinating people enrich a story that is both eccentric and universal: how to love and how to handle betrayal.
This moody novel combines fantasy, noir and the complexities of every form of love. Wonder and dread pull you forward. With his wickedly observant new novel, he leads us from East Coast to West and then south to Baja, where this strange and mysterious tale pulses with life. Entangling and then disentangling intrigues past and present, it accelerates to a dramatic conclusion on a misty mountainside, closing with scenes that—I promise you—no other writer has ever imagined. Kat Howard is a writer of fantasy, science fiction, and horror who lives and writes in New Hampshire.
Her debut novel, Roses and Rot was released from Saga Press in May of , and will be followed by another novel in summer and a short fiction collection, A Cathedral of Myth and Bone , in , both also from Saga. What would you sacrifice for everything you ever dreamed of? Imogen has grown up reading fairy tales about mothers who die and make way for cruel stepmothers. As adults, Imogen and her sister Marin are accepted to an elite post-grad arts program—Imogen as a writer and Marin as a dancer. I read it so consumingly, it was more akin to swallowing it whole. Not to be missed.
Howard weaves a dark and enticing tale of sisterly bonds, fairy promises, and the price of artistic success in this lushly written debut fantasy set in the present-day U. As a child, Imogen was certain that no fairy tale stepmother could possibly be crueler than her own mother, a controlling tyrant. Fortunately, Imogen and her younger sister, Marin, escaped to pursue their dreams: Imogen as a writer, Marin a dancer.
After seven years apart, the women are reunited when both are selected to be fellows at Melete, a prestigious artist colony in rural New Hampshire. Every seven years, the most promising Fellow is taken to live in Faery—and Imogen and Marin are shortlisted for this dubious honor. This story will resonate with readers long after the last page. The realm of fairy tales meets the harsh world of the Fae in this starkly enticing debut. With undercurrents of darkness in the midst of the beauty of the arts, this is a Brothers Grimm tale for the contemporary reader. Roses and Rot is both beautiful and dark, lovely, and haunting.
Juliette Fay was born in Binghamton, NY, the first of three daughters. The family moved to Massachusetts when she was three. With just one very cranky black and white TV in the house for much of her childhood, Juliette developed a great love of books, one particular favorite being The Boxcar Children. At age 12 Juliette began to write a journal, a practice that would continue for many years.
Though it began, as most pre-teen journals do, with a basic recitation of daily drama, Juliette soon experienced the joy of narrating her life to her own specifications. Those journals have made their way safely to obliteration, but she remembers them fondly as the vehicle that drove her love of writing. Upon graduation she began a year-long stint in the Jesuit Volunteer Corps in Seattle, Washington where she served as an emergency shelter worker, and was very quickly treated to the bleak realities of homelessness.
Juliette spent two more years in Seattle and co-founded a childcare center for children of homeless families. Returning to the Boston area she continued her career in human services, which included teaching at a school for autistic children, working at a state child abuse prevention agency, and running a parenting education program. Along the way she met and married her husband Tom, also a former Jesuit Volunteer, now an attorney in Boston. They have four children. Juliette took time off from work in state and municipal government after her third child was born, and always assumed a return to that career path lay somewhere in her future.
However in , with the youngest then two, fate intervened when she read a really bad book. She began tapping away at her computer each day while the younger kids napped, between the fights over who pinched who first, and late at night after the older kids had wrestled their homework to the ground. Her first published novel, Shelter Me , was designated as one of the ten best works of fiction in by the Massachusetts Center for the Book, an affiliate of the Library of Congress.
In , the Turner sisters and their parents are barely scraping by. Their father is a low-paid boot-stitcher in Johnson City, New York, and the family is always one paycheck away from eviction. Traveling by train from town to town, teenagers Gert, Winnie, and Kit, and recent widow Nell soon find a new kind of freedom in the company of performers who are as diverse as their acts. There is a seamier side to the business, however, and the young women face dangers and turns of fate they never could have anticipated.
Heartwarming and surprising, The Tumbling Turner Sisters is ultimately a story of awakening—to unexpected possibilities, to love and heartbreak, and to the dawn of a new American era. Through this band of charming young women—and their stage mother, of course—Juliette Fay delivers the history, mystery, and prejudice of vaudeville in a story that is ultimately about the possibility of practice making something perfect or perfect enough, anyway , the benefits of humor and ambition, and the redemptive power of love. Gert and Winnie shine as each, in her own way, fights for her right to be who she is.
A great piece of historical fiction that rings true one hundred years later. Gortner, bestselling author of Mademoiselle Chanel. Like Little Women, these four sisters, facing loss and poverty, reveal a family with an unbreakable core of fortitude and love. A big-hearted tale of adventure. The prose is riveting as the sisters carry their family out of poverty in a time of racially charged political turmoil. I stayed awake far too late wondering whether the girls would come in for a safe landing.
Anne Frasier writes fiction and nonfiction in the genres of suspense, mystery, thriller, romantic suspense, paranormal, and memoir. For three years, Detective Jude Fontaine was kept from the outside world. Held in an underground cell, her only contact was with her sadistic captor, and reading his face was her entire existence.
Learning his every line, every movement, and every flicker of thought is what kept her alive. After her experience with isolation and torture, she is left with a fierce desire for justice—and a heightened ability to interpret the body language of both the living and the dead. But a killer is on the loose, murdering young women, so the detectives have no choice: they must work together to catch the madman before he strikes again. And no one knows madmen like Jude Fontaine. Sharon Potts is the award-winning, critically acclaimed author of three thriller novels. Before migrating to Miami, she worked as a CPA for a major public accounting firm.
Aubrey picks apart the inconsistencies to expose the first of many lies: a ransom note—concealed from the FBI—with a terrifying and impossible ultimatum. The abduction is clearly personal—but why would someone play a high-stakes game with the life of a child? The more she presses for answers, the more Aubrey is convinced that her mother is hiding something. Desperate to save her young nephew, Aubrey must face harsh truths and choose between loyalty to her family and doing the right thing.
Joe Hart was born and raised in northern Minnesota. Having dedicated himself to writing horror and thriller fiction since the age of nine, he is now the author of eleven novels that include The River Is Dark, Lineage, and The Last Girl. When not writing, he enjoys reading, exercising, exploring the great outdoors, and watching movies with his family.
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A mysterious worldwide epidemic reduces the birthrate of female infants from 50 percent to less than 1 percent. Medical science and governments around the world scramble in an effort to solve the problem, but twenty-five years later there is no cure, and an entire generation grows up with a population of fewer than a thousand women. Zoey and some of the surviving young women are housed in a scientific research compound dedicated to determining the cause. Winning her freedom will take brutality she never imagined she possessed, as well as all her strength and cunning—but Zoey is ready for war.
Lashner was a criminal prosecutor with the Department of Justice in Washington D. Scrbacek has just won the biggest trial of his career, but even as he crows to the press, his entire life blows sky-high.
Was the bomb meant for him, or for his mobster client? In this seaside casino town where the tables run hot and the tensions run high, the odds say the attorney is a marked man. Somewhere in the sordid stream of his own existence lie the answers he needs. But in order to emerge from the depths of Crapstown, Scrbacek must argue for his life before a jury of the forgotten and the damned.
Is he lawyer enough to save his own skin? From the bestselling author of The Barkeep comes a raucous tale of reckoning, racketeering, and revenge. Jonathan Stone does most of his writing on the commuter train between the Connecticut suburbs and Manhattan, where he is a creative director at a midtown advertising agency. His novel The Teller was published in May And his forthcoming novel Two for the Show will be published in June He has short stories in the two most recent Mystery Writers of America anthologies.
A graduate of Yale, Jon is married, with a son and daughter. Instead of pounding the pavement, he taps a computer keyboard. Why does Wallace keep upping the ante instead of backing down? The tangled truth—of blackmail, kidnapping, and false identities—quickly becomes the biggest case of his strange, secret career. Eason started telling tales in her early childhood. Now she teaches first-year college students about the zombie apocalypse, Aristotelian ethics, and Beowulf not all at once.
She lives in Southern California with her husband and two black cats, and she powers everything with coffee. The Illhari Republic rests on the bones of gods, telling tales of conquest and forgetting its once-bloody devotion to its most powerful goddess. Snowdenaelikk, half-blood conjuror and smuggler, cares less about history than the silver she can win with sharp metal and sharper wits.
But when the local legion blames her for burning a village, an outlander with a sense of honor intervenes, and Snow finds herself tangled in politics and an unwelcome partnership. Snow and her new partner, Veiko, together with the legion scout Dekklis, uncover a conspiracy that will destroy the Republic from within. It seems that the goddess is back from wherever dead gods go. She has not forgotten the Republic, and she wants revenge. Stephen Baxter was born in and has degrees from Cambridge and Southampton.
He is the preeminent science fiction writer of his generation. With Terry Pratchett, he as coauthored the Long Earth novels. Clarke Award seven nominations , and has been awarded the John W. Campbell Memorial Award, the Philip K. Dick Award, and the Theodore Sturgeon Award. Baxter has also been shortlisted for the Locus Award seventy-two times, and won once. He lives in Northumberland with his wife. Alastair Reynolds was born in Barry, South Wales, in He studied at Newcastle and St. Andrews Universities and has a PhD in astronomy. He stopped working as an astrophysicist for the European Space Agency to become a full-time writer.
Reynolds is a bestselling author and has been awarded the British Science Fiction award, along with being shortlisted for the Hugo Award, the Arthur C. Clarke Award, the John W. A sequel to Sir Arthur C. Howard Falcon almost lost his life in an accident as the first human astronaut to explore the atmosphere of Jupiter—and a combination of human ingenuity and technical expertise brought him back. But he is no longer himself. Instead, he has been changed into an augmented human: part man, part machine, and exceptionally capable.
A compelling read full of incredible action right from the beginning, this is a modern classic in the spirit of and The Martian. When her offspring are older, she will probably remember what her hobbies are. In the meantime, she enjoys sending and receiving old-fashioned handwritten paper letters. A cynical, disabled film director with borderline personality disorder gets recruited to join a secret organization that oversees relations between Hollywood and Fairyland in the first book of a new urban fantasy series from debut author Mishell Baker.
A year ago, Millie lost her legs and her filmmaking career in a failed suicide attempt. For her first assignment, Millie is tasked with tracking down a missing movie star who also happens to be a nobleman of the Seelie Court. I loved this book. You will not be sorry you read this. Baker has given her audience urban fantasy at its finest—visceral and real in its sense of space, and dancing on the uncanny edges of our vision Borderline is dark and creeping and smart as a whip.
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Immensely riveting, with unexpected influxes of depth. Baker is on par with Elmore Leonard when it comes to mastery in the art of dialogue. Readers will be left excited for more. Since publishing in , she has reached over two million readers and has been mentioned in the Wall Street Journal, the L. Theresa grew up in a family of five girls in Lafayette, California. An avid traveler, her wanderings have carried her to Germany, Ireland, the Netherlands, China, Thailand, and Nepal, where she narrowly survived being chased by a killer elephant.
Before devoting herself to writing fiction, she worked as a legal secretary for a large corporation. Theresa and her husband Joe have four children and live in Sacramento, California. Faith McMann comes home to a nightmare: her husband is killed and her son and daughter are taken. Although the intruders leave her for dead, she survives. Crippling grief and fear for her children make life unbearable.
Until her anguish turns to anger…and she trades victimhood for vengeance. With her family and newfound allies at her side, Faith descends into the hellish underworld of human trafficking, determined to make those who prey on the innocent pray for mercy. Readers with strong stomachs will eagerly await the next installment. When not writing he enjoys woodwork, cooking long and impractical recipes, and playing fetch with his dogs.
He works as a computer programmer. The Library at Mount Char is his first novel. Carolyn's not so different from the other people around her. She likes guacamole and cigarettes and steak. She knows how to use a phone. Clothes are a bit tricky, but everyone says nice things about her outfit with the Christmas sweater over the gold bicycle shorts. After all, she was a normal American herself once. That was a long time ago, of course.
Before her parents died. Before she and the others were taken in by the man they called Father. In the years since then, Carolyn hasn't had a chance to get out much. Instead, she and her adopted siblings have been raised according to Father's ancient customs. They've studied the books in his Library and learned some of the secrets of his power. And sometimes, they've wondered if their cruel tutor might secretly be God. Now, Father is missing—perhaps even dead—and the Library that holds his secrets stands unguarded.
And with it, control over all of creation. As Carolyn gathers the tools she needs for the battle to come, fierce competitors for this prize align against her, all of them with powers that far exceed her own. The only trouble is that in the war to make a new God, she's forgotten to protect the things that make her human. Populated by an unforgettable cast of characters and propelled by a plot that will shock you again and again, The Library at Mount Char is at once horrifying and hilarious, mind-blowingly alien and heartbreakingly human, sweepingly visionary and nail-bitingly thrilling—and signals the arrival of a major new voice in fantasy.
An engrossing fantasy world full of supernatural beings and gruesome consequences. A wholly original, engrossing, disturbing, and beautiful book. You won't be able to put it down. Marko writes primarily science fiction and fantasy, his first genre love ever since his youth when he spent his allowance mostly on German SF pulp serials.
He likes bookstores, kind people, October in New England, Scotch, and long walks on the beach with Scotch. Marko lives in New Hampshire with his wife, two children, and roving pack of vicious dachshunds. Platoon sergeant Andrew Grayson must crash-course train new volunteers—all while dulling his searing memories of battle with alcohol and meds.
As a clinician who has practiced in the Women's Health Clinic at Mayo Clinic for over 10 years and has evaluated and treated women with menopausal, hormonal and sexual health concerns, Stephanie S. Faubion, M. Faubion's research encompasses sex- and gender-based differences in disease, menopause, hormone therapy, healthy aging, and sexual health and dysfunction in women. Mayo Clinic The Menopause Solution is the definitive guide to making your life change a positive one.
Drawing on the latest information, leading women's health expert Dr. Stephanie Faubion covers common questions, lifestyle strategies, and treatment options. Unlike other books, Mayo Clinic The Menopause Solution is comprehensive, easy to navigate, and authoritative. Faubion knows that what works for one woman doesn't necessarily work for another. In approachable terms, she presents a balanced, unbiased overview of what to expect in midlife and beyond. You'll find accurate information on perimenopause, premature menopause, menopause symptoms, long-term effects of estrogen loss, and a wide variety of therapies to enhance health.
Professional, accessible, and essential for any woman entering menopause, Mayo Clinic The Menopause Solution offers everything you need to take charge of your own health and get the best care from your doctor. Jeff took an early retirement from his career at Intel in to write full-time and is now a WSJ bestselling author. He is, most importantly, a husband and father, a devout member of his church, and is occasionally spotted roaming hills with oak trees and granite boulders in California or in any number of the state's majestic redwood groves. Attempting to depose him, the Duke of Kiskaddon gambles…and loses.
And should his loyalty falter again, the boy will pay with his life. And only one person can aid his desperate cause: a mysterious woman, dwelling in secrecy, who truly wields power over life, death, and destiny. Achim Nowak is an author, speaker, C-Suite coach, and international authority on personal presence. Achim has a checkered past. That is one of his finer assets. It includes training performers at The Actors Institute in Manhattan, spending a decade on the faculty of New York University, leading transformational AIDS Mastery retreats in church basements and community centers throughout North America, and disappearing to the island of Tobago for a year.
In Tobago Achim windsurfed everyday and explored the art of doing nothing. What if there was a way of knowing our moments more richly and more deeply as they unfold? What if we experienced more memorable moments in any given day? How might this alter the experience of our lives?
It introduces us to 4 simple keys. These keys are entirely common-sense. That is their beauty. Return to experiencing the world with all of your senses. Learn how to tune into prajna wisdom - the wisdom that talks to us as a moment unfolds. Discover ways of receiving and wave-riding energy. And reap the rewards of making time stand still. Apply the 4 keys, and sumptuous moments will suddenly pop up all around you. You will instantly experience more success in business and in life.
You will know the infinite pleasures of living in the moment. An inspired roadmap for creating a boldly lived life. After many years teaching English in secondary school, internationally bestselling author Leigh Russell now writes crime fiction full time for No Exit Press. Published in English and in translation throughout Europe, her Geraldine Steel and Ian Peterson titles have appeared on many bestseller lists, including 1 on kindle.
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