Books with title The Crow Chronicles

Book 1 of the Atopia Series! In the near future, to escape the crush and clutter of a packed and polluted Earth, the world’s elite flock to Atopia, an enormous corporate-owned artificial island in the Pacific Ocean. It is there that Dr. Patricia Killiam rushes to perfect the ultimate in virtual reality: a program to save the ravaged Earth from mankind’s insatiable appetite for natural resources. A strong narrative with several distinct voices propels the listener through this brave new world, painting a powerful and compelling vision of a society that promises everyone salvation with passage to an addictive, escapist alternative reality.

When dad brought home Old Colonel our love affair with horses began. I was seven years old and my sister was four years old. We learned how to brush him, halter him and finally ride him; even though Betty slid down and off his rump and landed in a woodpile. Brownie and Baby Doll were our first real riding horses. He was an old contest horse and she was as stubborn and ornery as they come. But, we made them into our 4H projects. Never a dull moment.The Blizzard of 1966. An emergency ride through a blizzard to save a road crew [ my dad,uncle and cousin] from running over a downed and hidden power line.The Summer of our Adventures. Travelling to horse shows, putting on a horse show and a suprise bucking contest.Mae Leo Cody and Hollywood Zero. Our first registered Quarter Horses. Betty is seriously injured and undergoes surgery.Critical Care Unit: We have an extrememly violent overnight storm. Mae Leo Cody and Hollywood Zero are injured. Zero or Buck ,as I had nicknamed him must undergo emergency surgery.Mom and Dad: Our parents were both raised useing horses in both farm work and as an everyday vehicle to get around. They both encounter some very serious situations.

DEATH ... DRAMA ... DIVAS ... MEoOOW!An award winning novel about two psychic sisters, one psychic cat, an irkily handsome detective, and a dead celebutante! (Humorous Fiction 16 & up) Some strong language.Synopsis:Following in the footsteps of Britney, Lindsay and the likes, Callie Bryant,Hollywood's newest bad girl, comes to town as the lead in the muchawaited Romeo and Juliet ... the rock opera.When Callie actually dies on stage, Lily, Holly and Spooky (two psychic sisters and one psychic cat) get together with the irkily handsome, yet musically inclined Detective Richardson to solve thecrime.Set in San Francisco, The Cat Food Chronicles is a story of cats, crime, cuisine, and lol comedy.Read More:Chapter OneSpookyI know this sounds weird, but I canread lips. Of course, you're probably thinking, why would a cat want to readlips? A fair question and the answer is I don't. The fact is, I can't hear sogreat. I can read minds though; how's that for a wing-dinger? Yep, I'mtelepathic, so really the hearing impediment thing isn't much of a problem, andwell, actually I tend to only read lips if I'm preoccupied. Guess who waspreoccupied?I was all curled up on the Lazyboyunder the big palm watching my favorite show on the boob tube. Lily was on thephone, imagine that, and things were getting a little nutty for Batman and theBoy Wonder.It seems Batman and the Boy Wonderwere just about to be sawn in half when I happened to glance up to see Lily saythat she needed a CAT Scan. At first, I thought she said 'cat scam'; I mean,who would she need me to scam? I'm not that kind of cat anyway, how dare sheeven insinuate such a thing. But then she said it again."Yes, I'm sure, Holly, a CAT Scan!"Holy scantonese noodles, Batman,what the hell do you think I need to be scanned for? I've got all my shots.I've been de-wormed twice this year, and this is the fourth time I have made myclaws grow back.I can make my claws grow back. Ihave serious mental powers, plus I read a book by Ernest Holmes called TheScience of the Mind, which gave me some great ideas like growing my clawsback. I'd recommend it to Oprah.I hopped off the Lazyboy and went intothe kitchen and circled around Lily's legs, but Lily just kept blabbing awayabout scanning me. I glanced at the TV where a giant maniacal saw was whirlingsteadily toward the dynamic duo. It was too much; I couldn't concentrate; CATScan overload--so I beat it out of there.I sprinted out into the cool nightair, glad to be away from even the idea of a scanning. I was hungry, as usual,which meant I needed a San Francisco treat, and let me tell you, I wasn'tthinking about Rice a Roni. I licked my soon to be grubby little paws and mademy way down the north-face fire escape.I live in an area that many yearsago housed dockworkers and fisherman. The area is called Telegraph Hill, andthere are a lot of cats in the neighborhood.The building I live in is called TheOld Brown. Lily and Holly inherited it. They're lucky as hell too, boy,because this is prime San Francisco real estate. We more or less remodeled TheOld Brown ourselves. It took us about twelve years. Holly lives up top andLily lives bottom side.I was thinking that it's alwaysnice to get out of the house when I came to The Greenwich Stairs. I lookedaround really good; the coast seemed clear but, just in case, I shot down 'emlike a rocket.The stairs are The Greenwich StreetStairs, and they're famous. About three months ago, some ass-lip kicked me downthem and my ribs still hurt from the tumble. Humans are often cruel. Anyway, Idon't want to think about that. I want to think about Batman.

Tara Abbott’s first volume in her ‘Twaren Prophecies’ series, ‘The Earthen Chronicles’ focuses on a troubled young man named Ben, who desires revenge against a mysterious beast that destroyed his village and killed his parents. While on his quest to avenge them, he meets an old magician named Theo and learns about an ancient prophecy.This ancient prophecy foretells of a young man wielding a sword and cutting off a dragon’s head. The dragon is symbolic of the perverse and twisted sorcerer, Zarban. A being that no one in the kingdom has ever seen, yet everyone lives in fear of his name.Throughout his journey, Ben discovers more about himself and what it takes to be a hero. Besides Theo’s wisdom guiding him, Ben meets many allies who wish to help him fulfill the prophecy, such as Kayla, an intelligent and feisty elf maiden, and Toto, a dragon that is as sly as he is fierce. Together, their friendship and bravery will be put to the test.

Katie Holcomb is a fourteen-year-old high school freshman trying to navigate her way through life, school - and her parents' divorce. She begins having panic attacks and is diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. After a not-so-positive experience with psychiatry, Katie enters the world of therapy. With the help of Dr. Susan Haines, Katie starts to identify her emotions and makes some therapeutic progress. Surviving tears, panic attacks, and a fight with her best friend, Katie starts coming through to the other side. How will she handle the next crisis that comes her way?

MYSTERY, MURDER AND ... MERMEN? In 2004, an onslaught of three hurricanes changed the course of a river in Northeast Florida, exposing a skeleton that had, for half a millennium, been hidden by the water and silt. Although similar to and certainly related, the bones weren't quite human. The chest cavity was too large. There was even evidence suggesting that the two lowest ribs formed a pair of slits. Other minor tweaks, here and there, added -fodder to the uniqueness of the find. . And then there was . the tail. Fantastic as it may seem, the skeleton was clearly a merman! To confound the mystery further, both the skull and one arm exhibited evidence of blunt trauma that never healed. The creature had apparently been murdered. How did this aquatic being come to be? What did it look like? How did it behave? How had its existence been kept secret for so long? Who killed it? Are there more? To find the story behind this magnificent discovery, there had to be an investigation to determine just what happened five hundred years ago. Plowing for answers through historical records revealed an epic tale involving pirates, slavery, Indians, and mermaids that could only happen in the "Sunshine State."

DEATH ... DRAMA ...DIVAS ... MEoOOW!An award winning novel abouttwo psychic sisters, one psychic cat, an irkily handsome detective,and a dead celebutante! (Humorous Fiction 16 & up) Some stronglanguage.Synopsis:Following in the footsteps ofBritney, Lindsay and the likes, Callie Bryant, Hollywood's newest badgirl, comes to town as the lead in the much awaited Romeo and Juliet... the rock opera.When Callie actually dies on stage, Lily,Holly and Spooky(two psychic sisters and one psychic cat) gettogether with the irkilyhandsome, yet musically inclinedDetective Richardson to solve thecrime.Set in SanFrancisco, The Cat Food Chronicles is a story of cats, crime,cuisine, and lol comedy.Read More:Chapter One SpookyI know this sounds weird, but I can read lips. Of course, you'reprobably thinking, why would a cat want to read lips? A fair questionand the answer is I don't. The fact is, I can't hear so great. Ican read minds though; how's that for a wing-dinger? Yep, I'mtelepathic, so really the hearing impediment thing isn't much of aproblem, and well, actually I tend to only read lips if I'mpreoccupied. Guess who was preoccupied?I was all curled up onthe Lazyboy under the big palm watching my favorite show on the boobtube. Lily was on the phone, imagine that, and things were getting alittle nutty for Batman and the Boy Wonder.It seems Batmanand the Boy Wonder were just about to be sawn in half when I happenedto glance up to see Lily say that she needed a CAT Scan. At first, Ithought she said 'cat scam'; I mean, who would she need me toscam? I'm not that kind of cat anyway, how dare she even insinuatesuch a thing. But then she said it again."Yes, I'm sure,Holly, a CAT Scan!"Holy scantonese noodles, Batman, whatthe hell do you think I need to be scanned for? I've got all myshots. I've been de-wormed twice this year, and this is the fourthtime I have made my claws grow back.I can make my claws growback. I have serious mental powers, plus I read a book by ErnestHolmes called The Science of the Mind, which gave me somegreat ideas like growing my claws back. I'd recommend it toOprah.I hopped off the Lazyboy and went into the kitchen andcircled around Lily's legs, but Lily just kept blabbing away aboutscanning me. I glanced at the TV where a giant maniacal saw waswhirling steadily toward the dynamic duo. It was too much; I couldn'tconcentrate; CAT Scan overload--so I beat it out of there.Isprinted out into the cool night air, glad to be away from even theidea of a scanning. I was hungry, as usual, which meant I needed aSan Francisco treat, and let me tell you, I wasn't thinking aboutRice a Roni. I licked my soon to be grubby little paws and made myway down the north-face fire escape.I live in an area thatmany years ago housed dockworkers and fisherman. The area is calledTelegraph Hill, and there are a lot of cats in the neighborhood.Thebuilding I live in is called The Old Brown. Lily and Hollyinherited it. They're lucky as hell too, boy, because this is primeSan Francisco real estate. We more or less remodeled The Old Brownourselves. It took us about twelve years. Holly lives up top and Lilylives bottom side.I was thinking that it's always nice toget out of the house when I came to The Greenwich Stairs. I lookedaround really good; the coast seemed clear but, just in case, I shotdown 'em like a rocket.The stairs are The Greenwich StreetStairs, and they're famous. About three months ago, some ass-lipkicked me down them and my ribs still hurt from the tumble. Humansare often cruel. Anyway, I don't want to think about that. I wantto think about Batman