I previously published Darkness Looms under my old name, Bobbi Schemerhorn. Bobbi Kerr is my new name. If you have already purchased it, simply update your reader. But I assure you, I am the same author. In this contemporary supernatural fantasy, we find out what it means when your worst nightmare, follows you into the day. Taya knew two things in life… ...Her Uncle Liam told the best bedtimes stories and her family was her everything. But when tragedy struck the Young family, Taya's life changed forever. The dark shadow from her childhood nightmares followed her not only into adulthood, but into the day as well. She was no longer dreaming but rather living through the torment. When her father passed Taya learned two lessons... ...The bedtime stories Liam told her were more than just stories and her bloodline had a long legacy. With this new knowledge Taya must choose a life she never asked for. One that demanded she leave the only thing that mattered to her... ...Family. Darkness Looms is book one in the Young Chronicles Trilogy. Will she choose her legacy or return to her loved ones? Follow Taya as she navigates her new way of life.

This collection of dark Christmas mysteries is bound to satisfy the cravings for an eerie Christmas for all aficionados of the horror and supernatural fiction: The Wolves of Cernogratz (Saki) The Silver Hatchet (Arthur Conan Doyle) What the Shepherd Saw: A Tale of Four Moonlight Nights (Thomas Hardy) Markheim (Robert Louis Stevenson) Mustapha (Sabine Baring-Gould) The Story of a Disappearance and an Appearance (M.R. James) The Christmas Banquet (Nathaniel Hawthorne) The Ghost's Touch (Fergus Hume) Glámr (Sabine Baring-Gould) The Ghosts at Grantley (Leonard Kip) A Terrible Christmas Eve (Lucie E. Jackson) Ghosts and Family Legends (Catherine Crowe) The Ghost: A Christmas Story (William Douglas O'Connor) Thurlow's Christmas Story (John Kendrick Bangs) The Mystery of My Grandmother's Hair Sofa (John Kendrick Bangs) The Abbot's Ghost; or Maurice Treherne's Temptation (Louisa M. Alcott) Old Applejoy's Ghost (Frank R. Stockton) Wolverden Tower (Grant Allen) The Christmas-Eve Vigil (James Bowker) Told After Supper (Jerome K. Jerome) The Box with the Iron Clamps (Florence Marryat) Joseph: A Story (Katherine Rickford) The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton (Charles Dickens) The Ghost of Christmas Eve (J. M. Barrie) The Dead Sexton (Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu) Uncle Cornelius His Story (George MacDonald) The Grave by the Handpost (Thomas Hardy) Number Ninety (Bithia Mary Croker) At Chrighton Abbey (Mary Elizabeth Braddon) The Haunted Man (Charles Dickens) Doctor Marigold's Prescriptions (Charles Dickens) The Christmas Carol (Charles Dickens) The Black Bag Left on a Door-Step (Catherine L. Pirkis) Between the Lights (E. F. Benson) Transition (Algernon Blackwood) The Kit-Bag (Algernon Blackwood)

FAERIEME is one womans journey of who and what she is, and why. We all ask ourselves the one burning question, Why am I here? Perhaps Faerieme can help discover the answer to that question. A not so young woman, finds herself part of a diff erent realm, and is propelled into having to learn her place, and her powers. She meets other faeries, and mythical creatures, learning that they are not fantasy but very much a reality. As her story unfolds you journey with her through interdimensional travel, and time dilation which then opens the veil between heaven and earth, erasing the lines that divide us all.

Time and tide sometimes clash into chaos, sometimes swell together into a moonlit sea of tranquility, and sometimes, very rare times, time and tide meet at the perfect angle of chaos and calm. This was such a time. And on such a tide, in the young of the year when the earth was still fresh and green, a small clump of seaweed washed ashore. A little karjill found a pearl inside that became his destiny and his journey. The dark waves reached for him, almost like the lips of a lover promising him peace, comfort, the end of his motion. He drifted into them. The light dimmed. The blackness grew. The folds of repulsive flesh coiled around him. He had failed. The waves crashed against the sacred walls. They lashed against the dome, tore into Flat Rock which shuddered, then split and was sucked into the sea. All natural laws broke as the waves refused to be held in by the land. Mountains were ripped out by their roots and the wind drilled holes into the sea floor. He was hurtling into a chaos of dark and glistening beauty, a bursting clash of light and sound .

The Land of Hugh, is a Spiritual Journey of a 10 year old boy struggling to free his family from the grip of their own minds illusions. Along the way he meets teachers, guides and new friends that help him realize who and what he really is as a child of the Creator. As he travels through mystical lands always moving closer to his own ultimate truth, he experiences, challenges that drag him through his childhood forcing him to face his fears, find unconditional love and discover Spiritual Truths that change his perspective and shatters the illusions and passions of his mind. Taking this journey with Hugh allows the reader to question his own traditional values and beliefs in ways that positively enhance their own thoughts and attitude toward lifes incredible journey to our Source . Mr. Lewiss intent is for each of us to discover our own truth and then discover Soul.

Into the Heart of Reality, a series of spiritual reflections on God, nature, psychology and Islam, is written with suppleness, tenderness and intelligence. Author Safiullahs poetic prose challenges us to look closely at the world we know the world of sensation and emotion, the world of mistrust and infidelity-and go beyond it; to open our minds and souls to a new understanding of this temporal world. Blue Ink Review Widely traveled debut author Safiullah aims to strike a life-changing chord about the true nature of reality. He attempts this through a series of brief commentaries on spiritual topics that counsel against pride, ingratitude, materialism, spiritual forgetfulness, a wagging tongue and pointless mental ruminations. He often assumes the role of teacher, dutifully backing up his assertions in commentaries that make specific reference to verses the sacred scriptures and to the teachings of the Prophet. Kirkus Reviews Reading Into the Heart of Reality as a tool for prayer and reflection would work beautifully for those who enjoy using books for daily inspiration. All of the entries can stand alone; a reader can open the book to a random page and be assured of finding something meaningful to ponder. Safiullah writes like a poet dabbling in prose; when it fails, the deeper truth still shines, and when it works, it transcends. ForeWord Reviews, Clarion Review

The boy of his dreams. An abandoned mansion. An urban legend coming to life. Nick is not in the party mood. Hung up on his crush, the silent text chain is like a dagger to his heart. After his best friend labels him mopey and lovesick, he’s willing to give fun a chance. Never did he expect a gorgeous and eccentric blonde hottie to captivate his attention. The night steams up and the booze flows. So much so, that a location change sounds awesome. Joining a group of friends, they adventure to a place that inspires ghost stories. After a series of wrong turns, Nick is separated from the group. Finding them becomes a nightmare. Is Nick's fight for love strong enough? Or are they the victims in a new ghost story?

Anyone with an understanding of art in general and a knowledge, however slight, of Indian things, will, on being shown a work of Indian sculpture, unfailingly label it Indian. Differences in age and origin, however clearly marked to the discerning eye, when pointed out to the outsider, will be apprehended only with more or less difficulty. There is something so strong, and at the same time unique, in any Indian work of art that its 'Indianness' is felt first of all, and what it is, is seen only on second thought. How this Indianness is expressed in terms of the relationship between line, surface, volume and other elements of visualisation is dealt with in this book. There are permanent qualities throughout the fabric of Indian sculpture which are discussed in detail. These essential qualities, all interrelated and inseparable, contain within their compass the life of Indian plastic art. The book surveys the structure of Indian sculpture in its relevant aspects. The underlying and essential qualities are viewed in their permanency throughout the special conditions that the single monuments imply. Their outward connections, geographical and chronological, are seen to resolve themselves into ethical problems and those of the artistic process itself. While stylistic investigations are the basis of this book, Indian sculpture is dealt with as conditioned by the Indian craftsman. His consciousness makes him known to himself as a part of nature and his work in the form of this 'naturalism'. Its degree and aspects vary according to the levels of his consciousness.