Books with author Robert Kennedy

For thousands of years, people had to hunt and gather their food for survival. Readers discover a variety of ways to hunt, along with the many kinds of game hunted. Readers will learn why rifles are used rather than shotguns in some instances, and why other hunters use bows and arrows. Readers will also learn the important steps hunters take to stay safe as well as to prevent the overhunting of animals. Though sometimes controversial, hunting will continue to be a pastime for years to come.

Fifth grader Ellicott Skullworth has always felt out of place at public school and now he's tested into the Archimedes Program at Latimer University. While in Latimer City, he’ll be living with his world famous and insane(ly) brilliant cousin, Banneker Bones, the eleven-year-old inventor of robots. The only problem: Banneker doesn't want to share his room. And he's got an army of robots to make Ellicott miserable until he goes home. When the boys are ambushed by robot bees as big as cars, Ellicott's only friend is carried off and held for ransom. To rescue him, Ellicott has no choice but to partner with his maniacal cousin. Ellicott doesn't know what's worse: facing a hive of giant robot bees or spending more time with Banneker Bones.BANNEKER BONES AND THE GIANT ROBOT BEES is a humorous, science fiction adventure for readers of all ages written in the spirit of a comic book.“Let me say at once that I think this is a most original and amusing piece of work. A reader is arrested at the outset by a paradoxical witticism and he goes on being arrested as the story gets into its stride. Ellicott Skullworth and Banneker Bones appear as characters about whom the reader wants to learn more, and soon he begins to be in no doubt about this.”--Richard Adams, author of WATERSHIP DOWNEllicott Skullworth turned back to Banneker Bones. “Well, anyway, thanks for letting me stay here.”“Not my idea,” Banneker said. “You have my mother to thank for that. But she’s been wrong before. She adopted a stray puppy once and put it in my room to,” he made a face to show his disgust, “keep me company. The puppy survived two days.”Banneker looked Ellicott up and down as though he were appraising something for purchase and deciding against it. “And now she’s adopted another stray, hasn’t she? We’ll just see how long you survive.”

Yea though we perish, yea though we die, we'll all be together in the sweet by and by... "ALL TOGETHER NOW: A ZOMBIE STORY is by turns disgusting, terrifying, funny, and heartbreaking. Fans of THE WALKING DEAD will eat it up like, well, zombies munching fresh brains. A stellar debut from a novelist to watch!" —Mike Mullin, award-winning author of ASHFALL, ASHEN WINTER, and SUNRISE Fifteen-year-old Ricky Genero is writing a journal of the zombie apocalypse. His high school has burned to the ground, his friends are all either dead or shambling corpses roaming the earth in search of human flesh, and his best friend died saving his six-year-old brother Chuck from a zombie horde. When Chuck is bitten and infected with the zombie virus, Ricky must travel among the walking dead in search of a cure. WARNING This YOUNG ADULT novel is mean and nasty and intended for a mature audience. It is absolutely not appropriate for younger readers. All Together Now: A Zombie Story is a gruesome, repugnant tale featuring horrific acts of violence sure to warp young minds. They moaned in unison, the sound of each harmonizing with the moans of the others so I couldn't tell if the moans were coming from three zombies, or five, or ten. All I knew for sure is they were on the other side of the door. WHAM!!! At first I thought it was the sound of a gun, but then it happened again, just above me. "Sh—" Michelle slapped a hand to Levi's mouth before he could say more. A corpse's palm smacked against the window glass, fell away, and smacked again. A second hand smacked the glass, closer to the entrance. Then a third hand started on the other side of the door, so all three hands were smacking in unison. Michelle bit the fingers on her left hand, but in her right hand our one gun was trained on the glass. I tightened my grip on my bat. WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!! The glass wavered, rippling with each smack, but didn't break. Yet. WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!!