Books with author Robert E. Kearns

His mind raced......as he lay in the alley.Why was he there?Gavin knew two things - his name and he was wearing a tunic and pants. From beyond the alley, hustling city sounds were unfamiliar. The warmth of the sun on his neck and its position in the sky suggests it was mid-morning.The first choice he made, turning out of the alley, would change his fate.Marcus has led a full life, but he was sick of it. Six thousand years of magic, mayhem, and fighting other people’s wars has worn him out. Why wouldn’t people just leave him alone?At least the Society of the Arcane allowed him to do his job without asking a bunch of tedious questions. Maybe lunch with his friend Ovir, the Priest, would make the day slightly less miserable?Gavin wasn’t sure where he was going.Was he searching for something?The slavers he found were certainly looking for him. Surrounded and outnumbered six to one, he didn’t have a weapon. Out of desperation, instinct took over.Marcus sensed the burst and saw the men fall.How had the boy done that?Perhaps today wasn’t going to be so dreadful after all?You’ll love this Epic Fantasy series, because the journey Gavin and Marcus take will keep you turning the pages until long after bedtime.Get it now.

Scampy is a new-born puppy on the Jones farm, Everybody loves him even though he's a mischievous sort.Then one day a strange man arrives and Scampy's idyllic life is changed forever.Boss mistreats this adorable puppy with the white fur, but Scampy is determined to escape.Scampy's Merry Christmas is a delightful story with the Holiday ending for kids of all ages

His mind raced......as he lay in the alley.Why was he there?Gavin knew two things - his name and he was wearing a tunic and pants. From beyond the alley, hustling city sounds were unfamiliar. The warmth of the sun on his neck and its position in the sky suggests it was mid-morning.The first choice he made, turning out of the alley, would change his fate.Marcus has led a full life, but he was sick of it. Six thousand years of magic, mayhem, and fighting other people’s wars has worn him out. Why wouldn’t people just leave him alone?At least the Society of the Arcane allowed him to do his job without asking a bunch of tedious questions. Maybe lunch with his friend Ovir, the Priest, would make the day slightly less miserable?Gavin wasn’t sure where he was going.Was he searching for something?The slavers he found were certainly looking for him. Surrounded and outnumbered six to one, he didn’t have a weapon. Out of desperation, instinct took over.Marcus sensed the burst and saw the men fall.How had the boy done that?Perhaps today wasn’t going to be so dreadful after all?You’ll love this Epic Fantasy series, because the journey Gavin and Marcus take will keep you turning the pages until long after bedtime.Get it now.

Close presidential elections in the United States are measured, evaluated and remembered primarily by simple statistics. One can easily find out, for example, how many states in the electoral college were won by each presidential candidate, and by how much. But to stop there is to miss the most dramatic parts of the political contests. Why were the votes so close? What issues split the electorate? Was it the behavior or the reputation of the candidates? This book answers these questions and more, identifying and examining 12 of the closest elections, from the 1796 battle between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson to the contested 2000 election between George W. Bush and Al Gore.

Close presidential elections in the United States are measured, evaluated and remembered primarily by simple statistics. One can easily find out, for example, how many states in the electoral college were won by each presidential candidate, and by how much. But to stop there is to miss the most dramatic parts of the political contests. Why were the votes so close? What issues split the electorate? Was it the behavior or the reputation of the candidates? This book answers these questions and more, identifying and examining 12 of the closest elections, from the 1796 battle between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson to the contested 2000 election between George W. Bush and Al Gore.

"Taramis, queen of Khauran, awakened from a dream-haunted slumber to a silence that seemed more like the stillness of nighted catacombs than the normal quiet of a sleeping place. She lay staring into the darkness, wondering why the candles in their golden candelabra had gone out. A flecking of stars marked a gold-barred casement that lent no illumination to the interior of the chamber. But as Taramis lay there, she became aware of a spot of radiance glowing in the darkness before her. She watched, puzzled. It grew and its intensity deepened as it expanded, a widening disk of lurid light hovering against the dark velvet hangings of the opposite wall. . ."

The king of Vendhya was dying. Through the hot, stifling night the temple gongs boomed and the conchs roared. Their clamor was a faint echo in the gold–domed chamber where Bunda Chand struggled on the velvet–cushioned dais. Beads of sweat glistened on his dark skin; his fingers twisted the gold–worked fabric beneath him. He was young; no spear had touched him, no poison lurked in his wine. But his veins stood out like blue cords on his temples, and his eyes dilated with the nearness of death. Trembling slave–girls knelt at the foot of the dais, and leaning down to him, watching him with passionate intensity, was his sister, the Devi Yasmina. With her was the wazam, a noble grown old in the royal court.

The cliffs rose sheer from the jungle, towering ramparts of stone that glinted jade–blue and dull crimson in the rising sun, and curved away and away to east and west above the waving emerald ocean of fronds and leaves. It looked insurmountable, that giant palisade with its sheer curtains of solid rock in which bits of quartz winked dazzlingly in the sunlight. But the man who was working his tedious way upward was already halfway to the top. He came of a race of hillmen, accustomed to scaling forbidding crags, and he was a man of unusual strength and agility. His only garment was a pair of short red silk breeks, and his sandals were slung to his back, out of his way, as were his sword and dagger.