Books with author Brian Burns

A triumphant biography and the concluding volume to "Roosevelt: The Lion and the Fox". The author focuses on Roosevelt's brilliant war leadership, the great vision he pursued, and the fatal ambivalence that lay at the heart of his strategy for freedom. The narrative moves from the dark days of 1940 and the fight over aid to embattled Britain to the day in April 1945 when the President quietly slipped away. Beautifully written, superbly organized, and carefully researched, the author paints a portrait of a deeply divided President Roosevelt in his most difficult and finest hour. Not only is it a history of Roosevelt, but of the American people and their institutions, their moods, and their character.

Sixteen years old in 1886, Runs With Horses is a member of the last small band of Apaches continuing to resist the U.S. Army. His training for manhood as a Chiricahua Apache has been difficult but thrilling, and he is eager to accomplish the final two of the four raids required to be-come a warrior. Sadly, this is not possible when they at last surrender to the U.S. Army. “With its compact size, terse sentences, large print, and action-packed plot, the book is certain to lure reluctant readers, and history buffs will applaud the factual epilogue and bibliography.”--Booklist

The world's largest dog that vanishes or re-appears out of nowhere, with hairs larger than trees.Creatures larger than mammoths that can help the tiniest.A cobweb that changes colour according to whether...Where Jess can be killed at any moment by anyone she loves, and who love her.And a decision that leads to a desperate loss.A mystery story involving a thirteen-year old girl, her unwanted visitor, her mother and grandfather, three detectives, a man of two tribes, and a bunch of Labradors with colour-coded collars.Oh, and a father who may not be really there…

Quong was a creature of the olden olden days, even before grandmother. He was a short fellow, or, at least, that's what they said, with long, thin legs and an even longer, thinner tail. His face was fat and wrinkly, and big bushy eyebrows kept out the sun and flies. At least that's what I think he looked like, though no-one has actually seen him that I'd believe. Which, of course, was the trouble. Some people say that there are no such things as quongs, that it's a stupid name, and that if there were any there'd be pink elephants, too. But those people don't think Father Christmas comes every year, either. Of course this is all nonsense. There must be quongs and we must find them. And, if this story's any good, we will. So let's begin the search!