Books with author P. Frank

Alas, Babylon is a 1959 novel by American writer Pat Frank (the pen name of Harry Hart Frank).[1] It was one of the first apocalyptic novels of the nuclear age and has remained popular more than half century after it was first published, consistently ranking in Amazon.com's Top 20 Science Fiction Short Stories list (which groups together short story collections and novels)[2] and has an entry in David Pringle's book Science Fiction: The 100 Best Novels. The novel deals with the effects of a nuclear war on the fictional small town of Fort Repose, Florida, which is based upon the actual city of Mount Dora, Florida.[3] The novel's title is derived from the Book of Revelation: "Alas, alas, that great city Babylon, that mighty city! for in one hour is thy judgment come." The cover art for the Bantam paperback edition was made by Robert Hunt.

"Alas, Babylon." Those fateful words heralded the end. When a nuclear holocaust ravages the United States, a thousand years of civilization are stripped away overnight, and tens of millions of people are killed instantly. But for one small town in Florida, miraculously spared, the struggle is just beginning, as men and women of all backgrounds join together to confront the darkness.

"Alas, Babylon." Those fateful words heralded the end. When a nuclear holocaust ravages the United States, a thousand years of civilization are stripped away overnight, and tens of millions of people are killed instantly. But for one small town in Florida, miraculously spared, the struggle is just beginning, as men and women of all backgrounds join together to confront the darkness.

"Alas, Babylon." Those fateful words heralded the end. When a nuclear holocaust ravages the United States, a thousand years of civilization are stripped away overnight, and tens of millions of people are killed instantly. But for one small town in Florida, miraculously spared, the struggle is just beginning, as men and women of all backgrounds join together to confront the darkness.

Those fateful words heralded the end. When the unthinkable nightmare of nuclear holocaust ravaged the United States, it was instant death for tens of millions of people; for survivors, it was a nightmare of hunger, sickness, and brutality. Overnight, a thousand years of civilization were stripped away. But for one small Florida town, spared against all the odds, the struggle was just beginning, as men and women of all ages and races found the courage to join together and push against the darkness.

Frank P. Ryan, author of Goodbye Baby Blue and Tiger Tiger, is a multiple-bestselling author in the UK and the US. His books have been translated into over ten different languages. The Snowmelt River has been called "Enthralling. Not many books have this cosmic ability," by The Los Angeles Times.On the summit of the fabled Irish mountain known as Slievenamon there is a gate to an ancient land of immense and terrifying power. Hidden to most humans, the gate of Feimhin has lain closed for centuries, the secret of its opening long lost.But now Alan, Kate, Mark, and Mo-four orphans of vastly different backgrounds, drawn together by forces they barely understand-must pass through the portal to face their destinies. What they find beyond is the enchanted but war-ravaged world of Tir, a strange and dangerous land peopled by beings of magic. Here death waits at every corner, and the four new arrivals must learn to fight if they are to survive.And they'd better learn quickly, because the powerful Tyrant of the Wastelands, whose fearsome Death Legion stalks the land, will destroy anything and anyone standing in the way of his plan to become the overlord of Tir.

The Beechworth Bakery Bears are having lots of fun.They are rowing in regattas and taking tea in the pie warmer.They are riding on bobsleds and slurping coffee.They are keeping watch over the bakery and making sure that everyone has cake to eat.They are waiting, and hoping, that someone might take them home, where perhaps scones will be made!They are ready to tell you all their stories . . .