ROHANKAR is a compatriot, a companion and a connoisseur of a wide range of arts. The Poet envisions his emotions with great pizzazz and channels them through a variety of media. His mind churns out tunes of melancholy and echoes them on a pile of flat-woods. This book is an urn to the flowers growing out of ashes that were his days while cast away into the valley of Seytan disguised as a nymph. Temptation and devotion, emotional molestation and simplified perplexity, anxiety and sacrifice, helpless arrogance and selfless indulgence are all painted on hectares of cotton fields like blood rain. These are the themes laid down throughout the pages of this love note. Furthermore, the metaphorical range that this collection encompasses is staggering. It tends to delve into the darker corners of a readers mind. But, at the same time, it gives a clear sense of hope for hopeless romanticism. ROHANKAR succeeds in wandering off even beyond the horizon of his own unique visceral literary style. Going by the final set of wordplay, it is quite safe to assume that this convincing piece of work is just a verbal foreplay, a predecessor to, hopefully, a series of tributes to Nietzschean affirmation.

Take a journey of LOVE, COURAGE, SURVIVAL and FAITH! The Devil walks the earth following a catastrophic event luring victims under his wings! Jesus returns to earth to battle evil as a battle of Good and Evil commences! This battle is witnessed through a woman's viewpoint. The Devil and Jesus Christ knows this battle is winner takes all!

New York Times bestselling author Adrienne Young returns to the world of The Narrows with Saint, a captivating prequel to Fable and Namesake. As a boy, Elias learned the hard way what happens when you don’t heed the old tales. Nine years after his lack of superstition got his father killed, he’s grown into a young man of piety, with a deep reverence for the hallowed sea and her fickle favor. As stories of the fisherman’s son who has managed to escape the most deadly of storms spreads from port to port, his devotion to the myths and creeds has given him the reputation of the luckiest bastard to sail the Narrows. Now, he’s mere days away from getting everything his father ever dreamed for him: a ship of his own, a crew, and a license that names him as one of the first Narrows-born traders. But when a young dredger from the Unnamed Sea with more than one secret crosses his path, Elias’ faith will be tested like never before. The greater the pull he feels toward her, the farther he drifts from the things he’s spent the last three years working for. He is dangerously close to repeating his mistakes and he’s seen first hand how vicious the jealous sea can be. If he’s going to survive her retribution, he will have to decide which he wants more, the love of the girl who could change their shifting world, or the sacred beliefs that earned him the name that he’s known for—Saint.

This book is pure Sci Fi and NO WIZARDS, MAGIC, DUNGEON'S or DRAGON's are in it. It is the story of a band of Dimensionaut's who as small pioneering teams venture to the far corners of the Universe. It is their story starting with the problems of the early days of the programme and the trials and tribulations of their many trips to strange worlds. their encounters with both very advanced entities and primitive life forms. It is accounts of their contacts with beings from other dimensions and finally what happened when one of them ends up going outside of the known Universe. The subsequent meeting with the Creator has profound consequences for the human race on her return. Other books by the same author From Blood to Compassion version 1 & 2

Poppets are dolls used for sympathetic magic, and are designed in the likeness of individuals in order to represent them in spells to help, heal or harm. The word poppet comes from the Middle Ages in England, originally meaning a small doll or child, and it is still in use today as a name of endearment. The term is older than the phrase ‘Voodoo doll’. Pagan Portals – Poppets and Magical Dolls explores the history of poppets and offers a practical guide to making and using them in modern witchcraft. It also covers seasonal dolls, from Brigid dolls, used in celebrations for the first stirrings of spring, to fairy dolls enjoyed in tree-dressing at Yuletide. Other topics covered include spirit dolls, ancestor dolls and dolls as representations of mythological beings and creatures from folklore. The newest book from Lucya Starza, author of Every Day Magic: A Pagan Book of Days.

Old-Time Mountain Song There’s a place in Tennessee, just across the line, No one ever goes up there, it’s too rough a climb, You won’t find the name or place wrote on any map, Folks down here ’round Shelton’s Trace calls it White Oak Flats. Hazel Taylor was my wife, and I loved her so, We was married on Shelton’s Trace, fifteen years ago, Now I lie here all alone, wonderin’ on the past, Wonderin’ why she left our home to go to White Oak Flats. I don’t know how he looked at her, I don’t know what he said, I don’t know what he could have done, to turn poor Hazel’s head, Never in her darkest hour, could she imagine that, She’d agree to go with him, up to White Oak Flats. I can see the rocky trail up the mountain side, I can see poor Hazel, now, lying by his side, Folks down here still talks about how it come to pass, Nothing but the silence now, up on White Oak Flats. Hazel Tighrow is a woman born far back in the Appalachian Mountains, in the early decades of the Twentieth Century, who explodes all the stereotypes. Where she “should” be an unlettered drudge, ready to marry young, and produce ten children, she is, instead, a reflective, self-taught, well-read, and sensitive young woman, who desperately wants the freedom to grow into herself. Still, because she is so aware, she knows whence she comes, and tries to fit-in as best she can. She eventually marries a caring young man, George Taylor, and does what she can to settle-in to the life of the mountains. Listen to the author’s recording of the White Oak Flats song played on a fretless gourd-banjo, in the old two-finger style on YouTube.