Books with title The Judge's Chair

On a cattle drive to New Mexico, Lucky Luke travels through Langtry, home of self-appointed judge Roy Bean. A crook and a cheat who invents laws, Bean arrests Luke and confiscates his herd. But he doesn't count on the arrival of another crook intent on poaching the old man's game. It will be up to our favorite cowboy to sort it out and bring real law west of the Pecos River at last.

When it is discovered that the Judges--the mythical assassins who walk the shadows to silence criminals--are real, the Galactic Federation begins the manhunt to bring down the dangerous vigilantes. Darek Wayker, an innocent delivery boy, is the first suspect...and the first to be sentenced to death. Aided by his friends, Darek escapes the clutches of the government and flees to a distant world. But the world is nothing like he imagined. Monsters lurk at every step and all signs of civilized life have mysteriously vanished. With no way off the planet, Darek loses all hope. But when he finds two others who are also stranded there--the reckless heroine called Azura and the cold-blooded assassin named Sorren--they set off on a journey across the desolate land. Together, they must battle terrifying beasts, incite a revolution, survive a horde of wrathful spirits, and uncover a plot so frightening that it will change the fate of the universe...forever.A story packed with action, suspense, comedy and mystery, The Judge is an intense thrill ride from start to finish!

Five-year-old Bradley and eight-year-old Belle are visiting their Gramma Ruby. The trouble is, there is not a lot to do at Grandmother's house and the winter weather is too nasty to play outside. Boredom breeds contention and Bradley ends up in "Time-out" in the chair his Grampa Bradley made.The next thing Bradley knows, he is in the wild west facing an Indian attack.Each "time out" brings a new adventure. Over the next several years, Bradley and Belle actually fake fights so Bradley can go to time out in the chair while Belle gets exclusive time to sew with Gramma Ruby.

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When it is discovered that the Judges--the mythical assassins who walk the shadows to silence criminals--are real, the Galactic Federation begins the manhunt to bring down the dangerous vigilantes. Darek Wayker, an innocent delivery boy, is the first suspect...and the first to be sentenced to death. Aided by his friends, Darek escapes the clutches of the government and flees to a distant world. But the world is nothing like he imagined. Monsters lurk at every step and all signs of civilized life have mysteriously vanished. With no way off the planet, Darek loses all hope. But when he finds two others who are also stranded there--the reckless heroine called Azura and the cold-blooded assassin named Sorren--they set off on a journey across the desolate land. Together, they must battle terrifying beasts, incite a revolution, survive a horde of wrathful spirits, and uncover a plot so frightening that it will change the fate of the universe...forever. A story packed with action, suspense, comedy and mystery, The Judge is an intense thrill ride from start to finish!

It was not because life was not good enough that Ellen Melville was crying as she sat by the window. Rebecca West (1892-1983) was born Cicily Isabel Fairfield, taking her pen name from an Ibsen play. A feminist and social reformer, she was created a Dame Commander of the British Empire in 1959. Her only son, Anthony West, is the son of author H. G. Wells.

It was not because life was not good enough that Ellen Melville was crying as she sat by the window. The world, indeed, even so much of it as could be seen from her window, was extravagantly beautiful. The office of Mr. Mactavish James, Writer to the Signet, was in one of those decent grey streets that lie high on the northward slope of Edinburgh New Town, and Ellen was looking up the side-street that opened just opposite and revealed, menacing as the rattle of spears, the black rock and bastions of the Castle against the white beamless glare of the southern sky. And it was the hour of the clear Edinburgh twilight, that strange time when the world seems to have forgotten the sun though it keeps its colour; it could still be seen that the moss between the cobblestones was a wet bright green, and that a red autumn had been busy with the wind-nipped trees, yet these things were not gay, but cold and remote as brightness might be on the bed of a deep stream, fathoms beneath the visitation of the sun. At this time all the town was ghostly, and she loved it so. She took her mind by the arm and marched it up and down among the sights of Edinburgh, telling it that to be weeping with discontent in such a place was a scandalous turning up of the nose at good mercies. Now the Castle Esplanade, that all day had proudly supported the harsh, virile sounds and colours of the drilling regiments, would show to the slums its blank surface, bleached bone-white by the winds that raced above the city smoke. Now the Cowgate and the Canongate would be given over to the drama of the disorderly night; the slum-dwellers would foregather about the rotting doors of dead men's mansions and brawl among the not less brawling ghosts of a past that here never speaks of peace, but only of blood and argument. And Holyrood, under a black bank surmounted by a low bitten cliff, would lie like the camp of an invading and terrified army.... She stopped and said, "Yon about Holyrood's a fine image for the institution of monarchy." For she was a Suffragette, so far as it is possible to be a Suffragette effectively when one is just seventeen, and she spent much of her time composing speeches which she knew she would always be too shy to deliver. "There is a sinister air about palaces. Always they appear like the camp of an invading army that is uneasy and keeps a good look-out lest they need shoot. Remember they are always ready to shoot...." She interrupted herself with a click of annoyance. "I see myself standing on a herring-barrel and trying to hold the crowd with the like of that. It's too literary.