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Books with author Robert W. Rasberry

  • The Mystery of Choice

    Robert W.

    Paperback (Robert W. Chambers, April 29, 2017)
    In the days when the keepers of the house shall tremble. When I first saw the sexton he was standing motionless behind a stone. Presently he moved on again, pausing at times, and turning right and left with that nervous, jerky motion that always chills me. His path lay across the blighted moss and withered leaves scattered in moist layers along the bank of the little brown stream, and I, wondering what his errand might be, followed, passing silently over the rotting forest mould. Once or twice he heard me, for I saw him stop short, a blot of black and orange in the sombre woods; but he always started on again, hurrying at times as though the dead might grow impatient.
  • The Expanding Family: A Super-Twins Book

    Robert Werry

    Paperback (Raider Publishing International, Sept. 8, 2011)
    Just a few months after moving to Springdale High from a big city school, fifteen-year-old Nathan Deane reckons that life can't get any better. He and his now inseparable friend, Robbie White, have done so many amazing things together that people have started calling them the Super-Twins. But Nathan's world is about to be turned upside down, and his friendship with Robbie put to the ultimate test. Meanwhile, Robbie will suddenly find that his quiet family life is changing in the most extraordinary way. The Expanding Family is the second book in the Super-Twins series. It follows a further six months in the lives of Robbie and Nathan, two talented, unconventional teenage mavericks, as they deal with issues of growing up and finding their place in the world.
  • In Search of the Unknown

    Robert W.

    Paperback (Narcissus.me, April 28, 2017)
    Because it all seems so improbable-so horribly impossible to me now, sitting here safe and sane in my own library-I hesitate to record an episode which already appears to me less horrible than grotesque. Yet, unless this story is written now, I know I shall never have the courage to tell the truth about the matter-not from fear of ridicule, but because I myself shall soon cease to credit what I now know to be true. Yet scarcely a month has elapsed since I heard the stealthy purring of what I believed to be the shoaling undertow-scarcely a month ago, with my own eyes, I saw that which, even now, I am beginning to believe never existed.