Books with author J.L. Martin

The unreliability of the San Diego River compelled the Franciscan fathers to construct the area's first dam in 1813 to conserve drinking and irrigation water for the Mission San Diego de Alcal." This water-driven circumstance continued and expanded in the ensuing American era. Lacking a reliable water source at the turn of the 20th century, San Diego County was destined to experience modest growth. The region's semiarid conditions, cyclical droughts, and existing river systems determined that the only effective way to maintain a ready water supply was to conserve runoff and river floodwaters behind dam-created reservoirs. Between 1888 and 1934, private and municipal interests constructed a series of massive structures that made San Diego County the dam-building center of the world. The county featured some of America's first multiple arch dams and earliest hydraulic fill dams. Into the mid-1940s, dammed reservoirs remained the principle water source for county consumers and made the municipal expansion of the city of San Diego possible.

Everywhere around us the clock is ticking. Everyone has a mission they are trying to achieve. Some are exciting - climb mountains, wrestle animals, train serpents. Some are important - cure cancer, translate languages, capture criminals. Some are, well, boring - make beds, wash dishes, pull weeds. And then some are commanded. Commanded? Yes, commanded. If we are Christians - if we have put our trust in the Lord, repented from our sins and given our lives to Him - we have a mission of our own. Your Mission is written in God's Word - The Bible. It is not all about you though - it's about honouring God by the way you live.

By now, Cat realised, all of her friends were probably dead. No doubt slaughtered as they’d tried to escape the church. Any that had survived were surely, by now, being hunted down and eviscerated by the creatures that had invaded her home.She hoped that their deaths were quick and that they, unlike her, hadn't been singled out for any special treatment. The Master had told her he’d very specific, very intimate plans for her once she was turned; she shuddered at the thought, at the memory of his caress.She would rather be dead than let him touch her again, but she doubted that option was available to her.Cat glanced over at the corner of the cell, the fine hairs on the back of her neck rising as a cold wash of terror ran down her body. At some point during the last twenty minutes the corpse had definitely begun to squirm. She'd seen his right thumb twitch slightly at first. Just noticing the slight whitening of the skin as it pressed gently against the bare concrete floor. The movements were small, almost inconsequential to begin with. Cat desperately wanted to believe that her eyes were playing tricks on her, that she was simply tired and dehydrated. That she was simple imaging things. But as she watched the body closely, transfixed with fear, the twitching became more rapid, more consistent, and without doubt more deliberate.“Damn,” she groaned, the word forced through tightly gritted teeth, her voice echoing back to her in the almost empty room. He was absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent moving.The yellow light from the single bulb cast a pale, sickly glow on his pale, yellowing skin and left no doubt about his current lack of mortality. He was also absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent dead.The Colony of Europa 451 is about to be invaded by a nightmare, an ancient, unspeakable evil that will feed on the blood of its inhabitants.Life at the far reaches of the solar system is about to get horrifying...