Altogether in one binding, the Saga of the Green envelopes you into a world of hope, which is the only thing it's characters have left. Tamsin, Lylanna, Zamoora, and an unlucky group of Fairies are all trying to carve a life for themselves. The world is divided, and in this fantasy medieval setting carving a life for yourself is hard. Especially for teenagers, and the Fairies who have to adjust to physical bodies and a world very unlike the one they left. The excitement you will experience in this riveting account of suffering, hate, redemption and love will change your life forever. You know what they say, you never know what will happen once dragons get involved. After reading this self-published book, (which hasn't been professionally edited, you've been warned, ) you will want to buy them all individually just to see the covers better, which the author designed herself, including this one.

Many plays have borne the signature of William Shakespeare-but not all of them were actually written by him. This volume collects all of those plays attributed to the Bard at one time or another that scholars today reject. It provides accurate, complete texts, with critical and supplementary matter by Shakespearean scholar C.F. Tucker Brooke. Still performed, studied, and enjoyed, this is a delicious feast of frauds. Originally published in 1908, now back in print after nearly forty years.

"Bespeaks of achievement. [ ] In the presence of a Philip Reed story one senses the sheer fun he had in composing it. But it's not unusual for such a story to be many-layered and many-toned." -Stephen Dunn, winner of the 2001 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry "Philip Reed is the funniest American in the world." -Ben Croshaw, creator of the Rob Blanc series of computer games and webmaster of fullyramblomatic.com Looking for owls? Inside you will learn important information about colors and shapes, and also: * the pratfalls of penguin-rearing * the romance of illiteracy * what not to do with somebody else's monkey * logistical impossibilities in authoring your own perfect mate * the socio-sexuality inherent in a game of ping pong * and the bravery of being a big fat liar. By Philip J Reed, VSc, author of Her Life Will Be Set to Music.

An inhuman branding by her drunken husband leaves a scarred and bitter Maggie ONeill. She gradually mellows through the concern of a firm but gentle stranger from Virginia but remains an aggressive Nineteenth Century feminist in the young Idaho Territory.

Into a land of shadows and lost souls goes Pete Grahame in search of his hapless friends...ExcerptThere was no sense to the note. There was no sense to anything that Vic Butler did, for that matter. Where he hid away his vast scientific knowledge in that rattle-brained, red-haired head of his has always been a mystery to me. The note read: Dear Pete: If you get this, I'm in a jam that promises some action.Drive out, if plane-peddling is palling on you, and bust into the lab. I'm leaving another note there for you, old son, and after you read it you can let your conscience be your guide.Bring a gat along, and plenty of ammo. Hope's away, at Aunt Cleo's, so don't get in touch with her and spoil her visit.VicI had a hot prospect lined up for a demonstration that morning, but I didn't even stop to give him a ring. Vic and I had been buddies ever since we were kids--and, besides, he was Hope's brother.Vic's place was out on the river, about ten miles from town, and that little tan roadster of mine made it in just about ten minutes. The traffic in the business district slowed me up a bit.There was nothing at all pretentious about the place; it was a rambling, lazy-looking house built largely of native stone, stretching its length comfortably in the shade of the big maples. Perrin, Vic's man-of-all-work, came hurrying out of the house to greet me as I locked my wheels on the drive before the door."I'm glad you're here, sir!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "I was just about to phone for the police; I was for certain, sir. Such goings on, I don't know what to think!""What's the matter, Perrin? Where's Mr. Butler?""That's it, sir! That's exactly it. Where's Mr. Butler? And--""Just a moment, please! Cut it short, Perrin. What's happened?"