Down the Lane takes the reader on an eye-opening look at the parts of Niagara Falls they don't tell you about in the tourist brochures. Follow Doc—a strip club manager with dreams of getting out of the game—as he gets involved with forces beyond his control. While biker gangs and old Mafia chieftains fight to control the city's underworld, Doc gets swept up in the violence and threats, and does everything he can to stay alive and out of prison.

Movie director, alcoholic and all around asshole Dennis March’s plans for his next blockbuster are put on hold when Southern California is invaded by flying parasitic aliens that use people as hosts before discarding them as zombies. After local newscaster Kelly Stelly and crew save him from attack, he discovers that he has become partially infected with the alien DNA which changes his mind and body into something more alien than human. March quickly takes control of the group, renaming everyone and casting them as actors in the film that will save their lives and salvage his career. Meanwhile, Military officer Shane Mitchell is anxious to get a piece of the action, but his superiors won’t lift the stand down order. After Professor Perry Prost makes a fool of him for disrupting his informative class on the aliens and zombies, Shane takes his action hungry Win Squad to take on the flying alien parasites and their hosts head on at the happiest place on earth: Disneyland. March’s crew teams up with Little Boy Blam, a ten year old gangster from Compton, and uses his weapon and drug packed safe house to outfit his cast. No one knows the true secret to March’s new found power, or the conspiracy behind the alien attack, until they meet another of the partially infected. By refusing to join the alien collective in their evil conspiracy to consume the souls of all mankind, he instigates a losing battle against the most powerful controlling force in existence. Flying Zombies deftly blends action, horror and satire into a ruthlessly humorous caricature of American pop culture and infectious paranoia. Its outrageous conclusion will either leave you laughing or deeply disturbed, but probably both.

This story starts of with me talking to a friend about an idea that I have going through my head. Its about two men who become friends after meeting at support group for out of work Terrorist. The two men only know each other by nick names like Orange Crusher an Green Avenger. When they finely learn each other’s name, they have at least become somewhat close. Orange Crusher is King William King and Green Avenger is Kiral O’Tool. He’s a real spanner. William gets shot by Kiral’s brother, Patrick who has taken a real spite against William just be cause he’s a Protestant. A friend of William’s comes back from England where he was living for years. William finds out that his friend, Scott, has Cancer and has come home to die. A lot of secrets start to come to light some of Scott and William’s wife, Jane. But the worst of all is about William and Scott and Kiral’s parents. But before all that, Kiral’s daughter, Mary, gets attacked and ends up in Hospital in a coma after been kicked in the head by three little thieving bastards. William offers his help to Kiral to get the wee fuckers

#1 New York Times Bestseller Over 10 million copies sold In this generation-defining self-help guide, a superstar blogger cuts through the crap to show us how to stop trying to be "positive" all the time so that we can truly become better, happier people. For decades, we’ve been told that positive thinking is the key to a happy, rich life. "F**k positivity," Mark Manson says. "Let’s be honest, shit is f**ked and we have to live with it." In his wildly popular Internet blog, Manson doesn’t sugarcoat or equivocate. He tells it like it is—a dose of raw, refreshing, honest truth that is sorely lacking today. The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F**k is his antidote to the coddling, let’s-all-feel-good mindset that has infected American society and spoiled a generation, rewarding them with gold medals just for showing up. Manson makes the argument, backed both by academic research and well-timed poop jokes, that improving our lives hinges not on our ability to turn lemons into lemonade, but on learning to stomach lemons better. Human beings are flawed and limited—"not everybody can be extraordinary, there are winners and losers in society, and some of it is not fair or your fault." Manson advises us to get to know our limitations and accept them. Once we embrace our fears, faults, and uncertainties, once we stop running and avoiding and start confronting painful truths, we can begin to find the courage, perseverance, honesty, responsibility, curiosity, and forgiveness we seek. There are only so many things we can give a f**k about so we need to figure out which ones really matter, Manson makes clear. While money is nice, caring about what you do with your life is better, because true wealth is about experience. A much-needed grab-you-by-the-shoulders-and-look-you-in-the-eye moment of real-talk, filled with entertaining stories and profane, ruthless humor, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F**k is a refreshing slap for a generation to help them lead contented, grounded lives.

The New York Times bestselling second novel in the explosive Power of the Dog series—an action-filled look at the drug trade that takes you deep inside a world riddled with corruption, betrayal, and bloody revenge. Book Two of the Power of the Dog Series It’s 2004. Adán Barrera, kingpin of El Federación, is languishing in a California federal prison. Ex-DEA agent Art Keller passes his days in a monastery, having lost everything to his thirty-year blood feud with the drug lord. Then Barrera escapes. Now, there’s a two-million-dollar bounty on Keller’s head and no one else capable of taking Barrera down. As the carnage of the drug war reaches surreal new heights, the two men are locked in a savage struggle that will stretch from the mountains of Sinaloa to the shores of Veracruz, to the halls of power in Washington, ensnaring countless others in its wake. Internationally bestselling author Don Winslow's The Cartel is the searing, unfiltered epic of the drug war in the twenty-first century.

Gus Murphy, a retired cop, had everything a man could want: a great marriage, two kids, a nice house and the rest of his life ahead of him. But when his family is blown apart, he is transformed from a man who believes he understands everything into a man who understands nothing. Divorced and working as a courtesy van driver, ex-con Tommy Delcamino comes to him for help. Months earlier, TJ Delcamino's battered body was discovered and the police don't seem interested in finding the killers. In desperation, Tommy seeks out the only cop he ever trusted - Gus Murphy.

Mel Jarvis. Twenty seven years old. Born in Holmforth, known to be sexually active. A respectable girl by day, the girl next door. The kind of girl you’d like to marry. But by night, and just like this city, anything goes. But the Northern moors hold a dark secret. A desolate place. An isolated farm, home to cold and troubled people. When the mutilated bodies of girls start to appear around the city, it’s only a matter of time before their lives cross. This is a graphic, explicit novel. It contains scenes of sex and violence which some readers may find disturbing.

I am really sorry you live in Grimsby, the banlieue of Lyon, Podgorica or some other bumfuck nowhere. Which, at least from here in Berlin, is pretty much anywhere in the world. But guess what, Berlin is not a single fuck better. Actually, it's a shithole of epic proportions. Don't believe the hype, or you are going to be the fuckwit of the month. You won't earn money here, you won't have fun, in spite of the tons of drugs you will be taking, you will not meet your partner, soul-companion, no real friends, or even people who won't fuck you over at any given opportunity. You will be left as a bloated, syringe mark riddled corpse on the sidewalk best ignored, but most likely be pissed on by Berliners. And they won't even be drunk. Now, don't get me wrong. This is not another racist pamphlet. They usually don't work out well in Germany. If anything, it's racist against Germans, and specifically, against Berliners. Thinking is the most unhealthy disease in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any disease. Luckily, in Berlin at any rate, thought is not catching. The fact is, they are the scum of the earth. If you stay here long enough, you will be too. 12 years, to be exact, and in Germany everything is exact. The reason? Don’t ask, you traitorous pig. Just follow orders. How it got that way, is a bit of a mystery. An ugly, chaotic, but at times absurdly funny mystery. So, if there's any way you can be diverted from coming here, or at least don't want to fall that hard, read on and see what an admitted asshole Berliner has to say. What’s more, do you hate guide books? Good, because they are shit, unless you want to cue for hours at a fucking museum with thousands of people. Why is it that we always go to exhibitions, museums, historic sites and other crap that we wouldn’t even give a firstt glance at home? Because we are bored, we don’t know what to do, and where. So here is all the info you need to go to the dark corners, enjoy abject eccentricity, and get smashed like there is no tomorrow. I’ve written a shitload of books about Berlin and way too often stammering twats come along and ask for an English version, while getting his purse nicked by a friend of mine. Don’t you get insulted enough? So, yeah, as we’re all so fucking international, here you have it, all unfiltered, all way too real. Oh, and be prepared to lose all your cushy illusions through vicious thoughts and obscenely strong language, you whiny little cunt. Warum also soll man sich mit einem weiteren dieser Autoren treffen? Zumal der Verlag auch noch selbst davor warnt.“ - Der Tagesspiegel, 19.3.2013. „Fast durchgängige Meinung: Kristjan Knall hat einen Knall.“ - Berliner Kurier, 19.2.2013 „Vieles an Knalls Beschreibungen ist maßlos übertrieben und landet oft unter der Gürtelline.“ - Berliner Morgenpost, 24.3.16. „Dass er in der Verkleidung wie eine jüngere Ausgabe von Helge Schneider wirkt, war ihm nicht bewusst, ist ihm aber recht.“ - Süddeutsche Zeitung, 28.11.14 „Im Online-Auftritt des Berliner Kuriers hinterlässt ein Leser am 18. Februar in der Kommentarspalte hinter dem Bericht über die Flaggenverbrennung folgende Nachricht: „Für den Vogel sollten wir Berliner sammeln, um ihm ein Ticket nach Russland zu spendieren, am besten dorthin, wo der Meteorit runtergekommen ist. Oder an die Elfenbeinküste, da kann er ja dann die Menschen weiter beleidigen. Mal sehen, was die dann mit ihm machen.“ - Cicero, 20.6.2013 Weiteres vom Meister des Abfucks: Berlin zum Abkacken. Eulenspiegel, 2013 111 Gründe Berlin zu hassen. Schwarzkopf, 2016 Stoppt die Klugscheißer!. Eulenspiegel, 2013 Europa ist geil, nur hier nicht. Eulenspiegel 2014 Edition Umsonst: Fuck Berlin - A Not-Guide, 2022 Wir Lügner – wie Google uns uns entlarvt, Bookrix, 2017 Als Mehmet Yildiz: Neukölln, ein Frontbericht. Bookrix, 2017 IS-Idioten – was mal gesagt werden muss, Bookrix, 2017 Hassfick - Pick-Up Artists, Tinder, Liebe und Hass. Bookrix, 2016 Land ohne Eigenschaften - Eine Reise durch Dunkeldeutschland. Bookrix, 2016 Berliner Armee Fraktion - Der Kampf beginnt. Bookrix, 2016 Fuck Trump - Sind die Amis wirklich so bescheuert? Bookrix, 2015 Fake News – Zu schräg, um wahr zu sein?, Bookrix, 2015 Shitstorm - Der letzte Thriller. Bookrix, 2015 twitter.com/Kristjan_Knall facebook.com/dakristjanknall/ [email protected]

In the sizzling hockey romance that has taken TikTok by storm, the ultimate player turns romantic to charm the woman he is desperate to win over. “Endlessly sexy and funny. Consider Me will have you fanning yourself and googling your closest hockey team hangout.” —Hannah Grace, New York Times bestselling author of Wildfire and Icebreaker The first book in the globally popular Playing for Keeps series. For a shot at love, he’ll do whatever it takes… Carter Beckett is the NHL’s best player—both on and off the ice. His career is at its peak, his friends are performing better than ever, and there’s no shortage of women to spend the night with. What more could he want? Olivia Parker isn’t new to professional hockey players, thanks to her best friend’s boyfriend, but she has no interest in dating one herself—no matter how hot he is. And anyway, she loves working as a teacher and hanging out with her best friend, drama-free. Why would she want to spend her time stroking the ego of an arrogant athlete? But once Carter meets Olivia, he can’t think of anything else. Too bad for him, Olivia is hellbent on keeping him at arm’s length, with no intention of giving into his charms. Perhaps it’s time for Carter to up his game…after all, nobody said he had to play fair. Sparks will fly as Carter does whatever it takes for Olivia to consider him.

I observed no human face other than my own and corresponded with no one this Christmas.