Books with author Robert Barrett

It's fall and rebellion's in the air. The Overlord is dead. The remnants of his household fight for his throne. Upon the Overlord's miraculous return, factions form, lines are drawn; war is inevitable. Malcaster leadership's in flux, but the hunt continues for the boy, Javen. He and a friend are eventually seized, and Javen is faced with an impossible choice -- betray Empyra or save his friend.War looms as the Overlord's household turns on itself. Cartenia groans and writhes under the Malcaster's control and there is no relief to be had. Battle-worthy boys and men are placed under the curse in readiness for the conflict. Towns are decimated, property stolen, families ripped apart, the price for someone else's greed. Empyra is a long way from Javen's cottage, and not just geographically. Before long Javen discovers that the Seers are a group with many secrets; some involving him -- and some secrets are better undisturbed. Javen faces new challenges: gossipers, humiliation, betrayal and traitorous secrets. But they are all stripped away when he is faced with the ultimate decision. He must set aside all that he thinks important, to save that which is precious.

Robert Barr (16 September 1849 – 21 October 1912 was a Scottish-Canadian short story writer and novelist, born in Glasgow, Scotland.Barr emigrated with his parents to Upper Canada at age four and was educated in Toronto at Toronto Normal School. Barr became a teacher and eventual headmaster of the Central School of Windsor, Ontario. While he had that job he began to contribute short stories—often based on personal experiences—to the Detroit Free Press. In 1876 Barr quit his teaching position to become a staff member of that publication, in which his contributions were published with the pseudonym "Luke Sharp." This nom de plume was derived from the time he attended school in Toronto. At that time he would pass on his daily commute a shop sign marked, "Luke Sharpe, Undertaker", a combination of words Barr considered amusing in their incongruity. Barr was promoted by the Detroit Free Press, eventually becoming its news editor.

Three singing cats go from the back alley to super stardom in this companion to Cats Got Talent, from the bestselling illustrator of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.Once upon a fence there was a trio of cats: Hal, Dora, and Geneva. And nothing made them happier than singing together—because these Cats Got Talent! When Lekvar Smirk heard their meowing melody, however, he had a plan. It wasn’t a very nice plan. He wanted to take the cats to audition for Animal Idol—and then keep the prize for himself! But the cats have other ideas…

It looks like a newspaper, but the resemblance stops there. Ron Barrett’s off-the-wall parody covers such interesting news stories as “Gerbile Elected President of France” and “One-Minute-a-Day School Opens;” an interview with New York’s first teddy bear cab driver; a weather forecast prepared by the United States Bureau of Guessing; an entertainment section with a preview of the new TV season return of “Real Stupid World;” a home and family section with a Dear Gabby column, Your Horoscope, and other ridiculously unhelpful items. And what’s a newspaper without sports and comics? The Nutty News has it all plus lots of side-splitting advertisements. What’s funnier: Ron Barrett’s illustrations or his fake journalism? Our unscientific poll of five kids was split 50/50.

This title presents 25 adorable projects to keep your little one looking cute and comfortable all year round. Designer Rob Merrett guides you through projects for cute, stylish and practical clothes for babies aged from 0 to 3 years, including skirts, hats, shirts, jackets, dresses and more. There are unisex items like a romper suit in cosy towelling material or the jacket and trouser set, as well as fun accessories like a scarf to keep little children warm. The last thing a busy mother needs is fiddly stitches and tricky techniques, so each piece has been designed to be quick and simple to make yet still look great, and should you need to brush up on a stitch, there's a useful section at the back to guide you. All the projects are made using materials that are kind to a baby's skin and easy to wash, so you don't have to worry about stains. Plus, they make use of clever fastenings so that they can be put on and taken off a wriggling baby in no time. This title includes full-size patterns and templates for every project.

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The Face and the Mask by Robert Barr, one of the most interesting and most loved authors of his time. Twenty-four delightful short stories are collected in this volume. Any profits made from the sale of this book will go towards supporting the Freeriver Community project, a project that aims to support community and encourage well-being. To learn more about the Freeriver Community project please visit the website- www.freerivercommunity.com

Lurine, was pretty, petite, and eighteen. She had a nice situation at the Pharmacie de Siam, in the Rue St. Honoré. She had no one dependent upon her, and all the money she earned was her own. Her dress was of cheap material perhaps, but it was cut and fitted with that daintiness of perfection which seems to be the natural gift of the Parisienne, so that one never thought of the cheapness, but admired only the effect, which was charming. She was book-keeper and general assistant at the Pharmacie, and had a little room of her own across the Seine, in the Rue de Lille. She crossed the river twice every day—once in the morning when the sun was shining, and again at night when the radiant lights along the river's bank glittered like jewels in a long necklace. She had her little walk through the Gardens of the Tuileries every morning after crossing the Pont Royal, but she did not return through the gardens in the evening, for a park in the morning is a different thing to a park at night. On her return she always walked along the Rue de Tuileries until she came to the bridge. Her morning ramble through the gardens was a daily delight to her, for the Rue de Lille is narrow, and not particularly bright, so it was pleasant to walk beneath the green trees, to feel the crisp gravel under her feet, and to see the gleaming white statues in the sunlight, with the sparkle on the round fountain pond, by the side of which she sometimes sat. Her favorite statue was one of a woman that stood on a pedestal near the Rue de Rivoli. The arm was thrown over her head, and there was a smile on the marble face which was inscrutable. It fascinated the girl as she looked up to it, and seemed to be the morning greeting to her busy day's work in the city. If no one was in sight, which was often the case at eight o'clock in the morning, the girl kissed the tips of her fingers, and tossed the salute airily up to the statue, and the woman of stone always smiled back at her the strange mystical smile which seemed to indicate that it knew much more of this world and its ways than did the little Parisienne who daily gazed up at her.

When I say I am called Valmont, the name will convey no impression to the reader, one way or another. My occupation is that of private detective in London, but if you ask any policeman in Paris who Valmont was he will likely be able to tell you, unless he is a recent recruit. If you ask him where Valmont is now, he may not know, yet I have a good deal to do with the Parisian police. For a period of seven years I was chief detective to the Government of France, and if I am unable to prove myself a great crime hunter, it is because the record of my career is in the secret archives of Paris. I may admit at the outset that I have no grievances to air. The French Government considered itself justified in dismissing me, and it did so. In this action it was quite within its right, and I should be the last to dispute that right; but, on the other hand, I consider myself justified in publishing the following account of what actually occurred, especially as so many false rumours have been put abroad concerning the case. However, as I said at the beginning, I hold no grievance, because my worldly affairs are now much more prosperous than they were in Paris, my intimate knowledge of that city and the country of which it is the capital bringing to me many cases with which I have dealt more or less successfully since I established myself in London. Without further preliminary I shall at once plunge into an account of the case which riveted the attention of the whole world a little more than a decade ago. The year 1893 was a prosperous twelve months for France. The weather was good, the harvest excellent, and the wine of that vintage is celebrated to this day. Everyone was well off and reasonably happy, a marked contrast to the state of things a few years later, when dissension over the Dreyfus case rent the country in twain.