Books with author Peter Farb

“There we are,” Anna whispered. The dragon foal went still at her voice. Then it snorted and swiveled its snout towards her. Its eyes were still shut. Its tail quivered and its nostrils flared. A menacing growl rose from its chest. “Easy there,” Anna said gently. “Easy.” She placed her palm on its forehead, applying calm pressure between its eyes. The foal went quiet, gave a satisfied snort, and settled back against Nightlove’s flank. And then it opened its eyes. They were big, blank, and sightless. Like white, silvery moons. The baby dragon had been born blind . . . .

And once again, little Narmos charged. Bleeding and wounded, the little bear had managed to get back on all fours and now ran slowly at the giant bear and its rider—hobbling—but charging all the same, still trying to get in front of Liz, still trying to protect her. Evil blossomed in Modró’s eyes and he adjusted his aim, the carbine’s barrel dropping toward Narmos, his old white bear looking down at the charging cub, red eyes sad with knowledge. Liz cast around, looked to the arrows buried behind her in the snow. There was one left, half buried, unbroken . . . .

“There we are,” Anna whispered. The dragon foal went still at her voice. Then it snorted and swiveled its snout towards her. Its eyes were still shut. Its tail quivered and its nostrils flared. A menacing growl rose from its chest. “Easy there,” Anna said gently. “Easy.” She placed her palm on its forehead, applying calm pressure between its eyes. The foal went quiet, gave a satisfied snort, and settled back against Nightlove’s flank. And then it opened its eyes. They were big, blank, and sightless. Like white, silvery moons. The baby dragon had been born blind . . . .

In 2005, hedge-fund manager David Brown of Galileo Capital spots a rare opportunity. China’s voracious appetite for copper is flooding Red Metal Corporation with cash, and Red Metal CEO Jeff Fowler appears hell-bent on leaving most of it in the bank. Fowler knows the boom-and-bust cycles of the copper-mining business, and he plans to hoard cash to make it through the next downturn. After buying up a big chunk of Red Metal stock, Brown gives Fowler an ultimatum: Make smart investments with the money, or return it to shareholders. If you don’t, Galileo will find someone to acquire Red Metal, and you’ll go down as the CEO who let a 130-year-old company fade into oblivion. Will Fowler escape Brown, walk into Brown’s traps, or get spooked into making foolish moves that bring his world crashing down around him?

In 2005, hedge-fund manager David Brown of Galileo Capital spots a rare opportunity. China’s voracious appetite for copper is flooding Red Metal Corporation with cash, and Red Metal CEO Jeff Fowler appears hell-bent on leaving most of it in the bank. Fowler knows the boom-and-bust cycles of the copper-mining business, and he plans to hoard cash to make it through the next downturn. After buying up a big chunk of Red Metal stock, Brown gives Fowler an ultimatum: Make smart investments with the money, or return it to shareholders. If you don’t, Galileo will find someone to acquire Red Metal, and you’ll go down as the CEO who let a 130-year-old company fade into oblivion. Will Fowler escape Brown, walk into Brown’s traps, or get spooked into making foolish moves that bring his world crashing down around him?

And once again, little Narmos charged. Bleeding and wounded, the little bear had managed to get back on all fours and now ran slowly at the giant bear and its rider—hobbling—but charging all the same, still trying to get in front of Liz, still trying to protect her. Evil blossomed in Modró’s eyes and he adjusted his aim, the carbine’s barrel dropping toward Narmos, his old white bear looking down at the charging cub, red eyes sad with knowledge. Liz cast around, looked to the arrows buried behind her in the snow. There was one left, half buried, unbroken . . . .