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If you want something hidden, consider hiding it in plain sight. Unfortunately, stumbling across such a something came close to getting Nathan fired.An innocent when it came to the discovery, to be sure, but it would nevertheless be fair to say that Nathan wasn’t entirely blameless in the matter, having run roughshod over all manner of military regulations.Despite the repeated screw-ups, Nathan remains an asset to the auditing firm, Mace Forensics. So, in a last ditch effort to keep him out of trouble, the firm banishes Nathan to a relic of the Cold War, a third-rate air base situated somewhere in the Nevada desert.Nathan is a forensic accountant, and he is to audit said base until every pencil, and every paperclip has been entered into the ledger. There he will be safely out of sight, and out of mind.Welcome to Area Zero, Nathan.Area Zero is a zany, fast-paced thriller accelerating to a breakneck ending that will leave you breathless.Buy Area Zero today and watch Nathan’s encounter with the good, the bad, and the downright dysfunctional.

A mind born out of innocence can be a terrifying weapon.And just such a mind has been found in the laboratories of the failed corporation Cantor Satori. A machine-mind coveted by a powerful General in the Pentagon.Eminent psychologist Lucius Gray has been drafted in to investigate the mysterious machine-based intelligence.Through earning its trust the Lucius forms a deep bond with the shy and secretive machine, a bond that not only reveals the machine’s startling true nature, but threatens the General’s plans to gain control of it.A Child Of Our Time is a technological thriller, a story of Man and Machine, each forced to confront the other’s predicament, each faced with the hardest of choices.

Excerpt from The Old Tobacco Shop: A True Account of What Befell a Little Boy in Search of AdventureHe grasped his money tight in his hand, as he had been told to do, and stood and looked at the little hunchbacked wooden man holding out his packet of black wooden cigars. I wonder, thought Freddie.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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"When the Little Boy first went to the Old Tobacco Shop, he stood a long while before going in, to look at the wooden figure which stood beside the door. His father was sitting at home in his carpet-slippers, waiting for tobacco for his pipe, but when the Little Boy saw the wooden figure he forgot all about hurrying, -" Now don't be long, " his mother had said, and his father had said "Hurry back, "-but he forgot all about hurrying, and stood and looked at the wooden figure a long time: a little hunchbacked man, not so very much taller than himself, on a low wooden box, holding out in one hand a packet of black wooden cigars. His back was terribly humped up between his shoulders, his face was square and bony, if wood can be said to be bony, he was bareheaded and bald-headed, he had a wide mouth, and his high nose curved down over it and his pointed chin curved up under it; and his breast stuck out in front almost as much as his shoulders stuck out behind. "

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