Books with author William Bruce

Alistor was like any regular kid. He loved playing with his friends. He loved Friday night wrestling. It sounds so simple. So how did it go so wrong? Gorillas are on the loose? Fourth on the run from a Deputy? How could his sister, Megan, let this happen? What happens when all of the earlier questions are answered will help you remember the crazy fun and adventure of the fourth Friday night!

Excerpt from Uncle Tom's Cabin of to-DayIt is now almost half a century since the synonyms slavery, war played such an portant part in the making of American his tory. But, even now, the mention of them often conjures up the picture of Uncle Tom's Cabin of ante-bellum days. A picture - the master stroke of a woman's pen - which brought sorrow to so many hearts and desola tion to so many homes. Out of the chaos of war and all its terrors has sprung the freed man. Has the end justified the means? Thousands answer yea or nay, as experience, environment, or ignorance dictate. We close our ears to the argument and go on with our story.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 art store closes and the customers go home, the door is locked and all is silent. Then, a wonderful thing happens: tiny voices fill the air as pencils, paintbrushes, erasers, and other items come to life and start to play. One night, after dressing in their favorite costumes, an argument begins among the highly competitive pencils as each proclaims it is the fastest pencil in the art store. Hearing the commotion, two troublemaking erasers, Red Gum and Blue Gum, suggest a race to see who really is the fastest. When they ask if their special pencil friend, unknown to the others, can be in the race, the other pencils agree; however, after seeing him, they realize they have made a terrible mistake. Hello readers of all ages! My name is William N. Brown Jr., and I'm the author and illustrator of The Great Pencil Race. I started my career studying Commercial Art Advertising Design at a college in North Carolina and quickly realized my love for painting. As a professional artist, I know a little about friendly competition, and The Great Pencil Race happens to be filled with it. So let's go! I'll meet you at the starting line. Thank you and God bless.

It is told that there was once a mighty river which ran south into the sea, and at the mouth thereof was a great and rich city, which had been builded and had waxed and thriven because of the great and most excellent haven which the river aforesaid made where it fell into the sea. And now it was like looking at a huge wood of barked and smoothened fir-trees when one saw the masts of the ships that lay in the said haven. But up in this river ran the flood of tide a long way, so that the biggest of dromonds and round-ships might fare up it, and oft they lay amid pleasant up-country places, with their yards all but touching the windows of the husbandman's stead, and their bowsprits thrusting forth amongst the middens, and the routing swine, and querulous hens. And the uneasy lads and lasses sitting at high-mass of the Sunday in the grey church would see the tall masts amidst the painted saints of the aisle windows, and their minds would wander from the mass-hackled priest and the words and the gestures of him, and see visions of far countries and outlandish folk, and some would be heart-smitten with that desire of wandering and looking on new things which so oft the sea-beat board and the wind-strained pine bear with them to the dwellings of the stay-at-homes: and to some it seemed as if, when they went from out the church, they should fall in with St. Thomas of India stepping over the gangway, and come to visit their uplandish Christmas and the Yule-feast of the field-abiders of midwinter frost