Books with title The Harvest Moon

In a small town off the coast of Maine, life seems ordinary—predictable even. People leave their doors unlocked and everyone knows who you are. But what if the things everyone thought they knew about you were a lie? What if the picture-perfect family was anything but perfect? Lexie lives this life every day. She’s learned to hide secrets, and the walls she’s built around her, have kept her alive. But Lexie’s about to learn one of the hardest lessons in her young life; secrets can kill. A year after Lexie Stone loses her sister, Angela, to a brutal murder, Lexie's self-obsessed mother walks out, leaving her with her alcoholic father, Brian. When Lexie becomes the target of Brian’s physical abuse, she makes a life changing decision...to keep her secret from everyone. A secret she hides well, until the night marking five years since Angela's death, when the secret Lexie has kept almost kills her—forcing her to face the aftermath of her decisions. The one thing that gets Lexie through the darkness is the love she carries for her sister, Angela. A love reinforced by their dysfunctional family and Angela’s passion for astronomy, which even in death cannot be broken. But it’s this same love that threatens to destroy anything good in Lexie’s life—including her relationship with Ben—if she can’t learn to let go of the things that are out of her control. And it’s not long before Lexie realizes that letting go may mean leaving behind everything she has ever known.Harvest Moon has been fully re-vamped with a new interior layout, a beautiful new cover, and has been re-edited for its re-release in February 2014

That Sunday eyening^ according to well-established custom, Cornelius Van de linde had the old farmstead all to himself, save that his favourite sheep-dog shared the hearth with him. His only child linda, then a great girl of eighteen* had gone across the meadows to the church at Fishlake; the two old pensioners who lived under his roof, Matthew and Sarah Jennett* one of whom spent his day in admiring the pigs while the other busied herself in sitting by the kitchen fire, had taken a leisurely progress towards the little chapel in the neighbouring village; the two maid-servants were out with their respective swains. The house was still as the_Jand outside—^the land from which the wheat and barley had just been safely garnered. Over land and house the soft September twilight, still golden with the glory of the scarce-disappeared sun, fell like a benediction.Cornelius always spent his Sunday evenings ioa methodical way. He was one of those elderly men who, by recollection of early training and from the inclination which comes with advancing age to stand by the things first thought, are lovers of system and order, liking to do to-day what they did yesterday and will do to-morrow, When the house was quiet, Linda having departed to church and the old folks to chapel, it was his custom to take the old family Bible from the great oak desk in which it was religiously enshrined and to read a chapter aloud to himself, the old dog standing by with alert eyes and cocked ears. This sacred duty over, he replaced the Bible in the desk, and from a secret drawer in that ancient receptacle drew forth certain bundles of letters tied up with strips of faded ribbon. These bundles were all superscribed in Cornelius's crabbed handwriting—^some, " My . Father's Letters"; some, " My Mother's Letters " ; some, " My Good Wife's Letters." He used to untie the ribbons with his gnaried fingers, and spread the letters out with reverent care, as if he had been a devotee handling the relics of a saint, and he would read a sentence or two here, or a page or two there, and sometimes a letter right through, and now and then he would come across a dried geranium leaf orthe petal of a rose, and these he would lightly touch with the tip of his little finger as if he feared they might crumble. Then he would make the letters into bundles again, and retie the faded ribbon, and put the bundles back into the secret drawer and relock the desk, and that done would fill and light hi§ pipe, and, with the sheep-dog at his heels, would go out into the flower-garden in front of the house to look around him at his well-filled stack-yard and at the broad acres from which he had once again reaped a good harvest.ComeUus Van de linde's farmstead stood in the midst of as level a tract of land as can be foimd in England outside the Fens. In all directions the country stretched away in an unbroken levelfor mile upon mile. The towers and spires of churches, the tall poplars which rose here and there, the gables and chimneys of an occasional manor-house—^these objects were discernible at long distances, so uniformly level was the land. But though it had once been nothing but bog and morass and fen, with great stretches of mere in which more than one royal sportsman had fished to- his heart's content, there was nothing cheerless or monotonous in its aspect. Unhke much reclaimed fen-landIt was well wooded, well supplied with thick hedgerows and prolific orchards and gardens, and it produced com crops at which no farmer could grumble. But, as its own folk were fond of saying, it was as flat as a pancake.

As the harvest moon shines down, the wind picks up, sending orange, yellow, and crimson leaves dancing, until they settle in a pumpkin patch. One-by-one, leaf people emerge to celebrate the autumnal equinox.Mark Jones's rich pastel illustrations bring to life the mysterious and fleeting world of a gentle troupe of leaf characters, who will warm the hearts of all readers.Book Details:Format: HardcoverPublication Date: 9/23/2009Pages: 40Reading Level: Age 3 and Up

Gene Stratton-Porter (1863-1924) was an American author, naturalist, photographer and movie producer who drew primarily on her Midwestern farm roots for inspiration in her work. She grew up on an Indiana farm, one of twelve children, and spent her life outdoors drawing sketches and taking notes and photographs. She began her career contributing articles and photographs to magazines including "Recreation", "Outing" and "McCalls", and debuted her first novel, "Cardinal", in 1903. In 1911, Stratton-Porter published "The Harvester", a romance novel set in her beloved Midwestern woodlands featuring a Thoreau-esque hero. David Langston, the Harvester, is a reclusive young man who lives a solitary life cultivating medicinal herbs and flowers. Visions of a dream girl consume the young man until he meets the beautiful, but feeble, Ruth Jameson. This enchanting story of devotion and sacrifice set in the charming solace of nature will excite and captivate its audience from cover to cover.

While tired farmers and their families are in bed, the harvest moon silently climbs into the sky and starts working its magic. For some, it is the nightly signal to rise and shine. It is time to hunt, to work, or to play in the shadows. For a little girl and her cat, it is an invitation to enjoy the wonders of the night and a last flood of light before the short days of winter set in. With an evocative text and radiant illustrations, this companion to Twilight Comes Twice offers a glimpse of nature’s nightlife long after bedtime.

“What would you do for love?” Kiowa asks his love, Anoki. Her lips part and her cheeks rise with delight, “Anything!” Her sincere smile convinces Kiowa. But her next words solidify his confidence, “I would die for love!”He cups her cool cheek with his warm palm, “What if we didn’t have to die?” She sighs, “How can we have love and not die? Hopi are a peaceful tribe that would accept our love. Kiowa are a war tribe, that will never accept our love. After all, you are one of their best warriors.” He brushes her hair out of her face, “I am their greatest warrior, no... they will not let me go. They have said as much. But, I have spoken with the medicine man. He says he has great magic that will protect our love.” She kisses his hand and whispers, “Do it then. Protect our love!”Kiowa searches her soul through the windows of her eyes. “Even if we have to skin-walk?” She gasps, “Skin-walk? Can we not be mortals and feel the greatest love with our eyes, our hands, and our hearts.” Frustration taints Kiowa’s handsome face, “If only my tribe loved half as much as they hate, but they never will. Their hate will track us. Their hate will find us. And if they find us, their hate will end us. I can think of no other way. Can you?” Her face becomes somber, “then I choose love. Go see your medicine man. To love is to change. I will skin-walk with you!”“Ok, I’ll leave now.” “Kiowa wait!” She calls him back, “what we will we skin-walk into?” “Wolves.”

Scotland Yard’s Murder Squad—and Jack the Ripper—return, in the extraordinary new historical thriller from the author of the acclaimed national bestseller The Yard. In The Devil’s Workshop, London discovered that Jack the Ripper was back, sending the city—and Scotland Yard’s Murder Squad—into chaos. But now it is even worse. Not only is the Ripper still at large, but so is another killer just as bad. For Inspector Walter Day, it has been a difficult time. His wife has given birth to twins, his hostile in-laws have come to stay, and a leg injury has kept him at his desk. But when the Harvest Man begins killing, carving people’s faces off their skulls, the Yard knows they need Day in the field. Not so Sergeant Nevil Hammersmith. Rash actions have cost him his job, but that doesn’t stop his obsessive hunt for the Ripper. When the mutilated bodies of prostitutes start turning up again, Hammersmith enlists the help of a criminal network to stop Saucy Jack, his methods carrying him further and further from the ideals of the Yard, so far in fact that he may never be able to find his way back.Of course, the Ripper’s been playing a game with him—with Walter Day, as well. He is pushing both of them to their limits, and what happens when they get there . . . no one can say.

NEW SCHOOL. SAME ASSIGNMENT. Something's wrong in Sunnydale, California...something more than the usual bad hair day. As long as there have been vampires, there has been the Slayer. One girl in all the world to find them where they gather and stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. In this generation, she is Buffy Summers, 16 years old and a new student at Sunnydale High. Her experiences at her last school persuaded Buffy to try to resume the life of a normal teenager. But it is no coincidence that Buffy has come to this town at this time. The area is a center of mystical energy, and all the signs point to an iminent, crucial upheaval. Once in a century comes The Harvest: a night when the Master Vampire can draw enough power to break free and open the portal between his world and ours...unleashing havoc. With the help of new friends and a new Watcher, Buffy's back in business....

A legacy of magic and danger. All Danielle Bowen wants is a normal life: white picket fence, kids in the nursery, and peace and quiet with her husband Simon. But she can’t escape the fate her family has wrought for her. Born into a tradition of witchcraft, she has also inherited a deadly enemy: Toxanna, a dark witch who will stop at nothing to destroy the last of the Bowen line. But will Danielle’s powers be enough to save her family—or even herself? And when Toxanna sets her sights on Holly, Danielle’s only daughter, will anyone have the strength to rescue the newly fledged witch? The darkness is closing around the last of the Bowens. In a world of wizards and powerful demons, how can one family of witches survive?

Little Turtle yearns to be a respected brave, not a papoose who picks roots and berries with the women. But when his father leaves with the hunting party, Turtle must stay behind. Laughing Bird finds him, angry and crying in the fields, and shares a special, secret story that leads him toward an unexpected adventure . . . and a change of heart. Transporting readers to the starkly beautiful North American plains, author Sandra Byrd and illustrator Alyssa Mehlhorn weave universal storytelling traditions and captivating paintings with solid biblical truth. Together, they create a touching allegory about humility and obedience through a tale of the sun, the moon, and a young boy who learns it is better to reflect God’s glory than to serve his own. Please also check out Book 1 in this series, The Twenty-First Pony! We offer our heartfelt thanks to Florence R. Turcotte, Chippewa/Sioux and an enrolled tribal member on the Turtle Mountain Reservation in Rolette, ND; Cherie Kidd-Lovely, Nez Perce and Cherokee; and Howie Picard, Cayuse, for reading the book, reviewing the illustrations, and offering encouragement and suggestions for accuracy and cultural sensitivity.