A crazed scientist with creations that should not be possible for mankind. What if the church starts to question her power and methods? Now this mad-woman has to team up with a devil to safe her reputation and the lives of herself and those dear to her tar-bitter heart. = "Those monsters should be dead." "But they are my children. I love them with the little bit I have left of my heart." = "There is no difference between you and the church. You are more similar than youd like to admit." "I am nothing like those brainless followers." "How so?" "I follow facts. Not myths and stories made up by power-hungry men." "Arent most scientists power-hungry men?" "They have facts. No scientist tells you something without a reason." = "God gave his kin the power you abuse!" "Then why would he give it to me?" = A mad scientist A curious witch A deadly demon

When he came everything changed. I tried my best to survive. I tried my best to keep us safe. I tried to be the mother every child deserves. I did not choose this life. All I wanted was peace and to sing in a quiet place. All he has ever done was take and never give, but I still received his hate. Everyone wishes to be loved. Even a simple woman like me.

A provocative new interpretation of the Adam and Eve story from an expert in Biblical literature. The Garden of Eden story, one of the most famous narratives in Western history, is typically read as an ancient account of original sin and humanity’s fall from divine grace. In this highly innovative study, Ziony Zevit argues that this is not how ancient Israelites understood the early biblical text. Drawing on such diverse disciplines as biblical studies, geography, archaeology, mythology, anthropology, biology, poetics, law, linguistics, and literary theory, he clarifies the worldview of the ancient Israelite readers during the First Temple period and elucidates what the story likely meant in its original context. Most provocatively, he contends that our ideas about original sin are based upon misconceptions originating in the Second Temple period under the influence of Hellenism. He shows how, for ancient Israelites, the story was really about how humans achieved ethical discernment. He argues further that Adam was not made from dust and that Eve was not made from Adam’s rib. His study unsettles much of what has been taken for granted about the story for more than two millennia—and has far-reaching implications for both literary and theological interpreters. “Classical Hebrew in the hands of Ziony Zevit is like a cello in the hands of a master cellist. He knows all the hidden subtleties of the instrument, and he makes you hear them in this rendition of the profoundly simple story of Adam, Eve, the Serpent, and their Creator in the Garden of Eden. Zevit brings a great deal of other biblical learning to bear in a surprisingly light-hearted book.”―Jack Miles, author of God: A Biography

The brutal murder of Saltanat Nukenova by her husband, Kuandyk Bishimbayev, former Minister of National Economy of Kazakhstan, sparked international outrage, especially in the post-Soviet region. Responses poured in on YouTube, with comments like Ukraine stands for Saltanat, Russia stands with you, and The whole world is watching and praying. Saltanat's death catalyzed a landmark law in Kazakhstan, criminalizing domestic violence, which was an unprecedented move in the post-Soviet space. Yet, domestic violence and rape remain rampant across these countries, including my native Russia. It's a grim reality that demands action. This book is a collection of stories giving voice to women who have been brutally silenced by a patriarchal and corrupt system, shedding light on their struggle. What if our voices could disrupt this cycle of oppression? How long will we wait, and how far are we willing to go for change?

When I was ten, I met someone, in a cold forest, not far outside my town. He told me he was an unicorn, and that he could show me paradise. Looking back he mightve been the snake in my garden eden, slithering out of the bushes and leading me towards temptation, but I was nine and so I believed him. When I was ten, someone told me that paradise, was not something to be found, sitting stiffly in the garden, no matter how pretentiously pretty it was. She gave me wings and told me to fly over the garden wall, to find paradise outside it. I was ten, so I believed her. When I was eleven, someone showed me my blood and made me admire the red of it. A year later, I drowned them in it. Considering everything I was, am and have been (naive, cruel, nothing), I suppose my story went about as great as I could have expected. They gave me an apple and I ate it. They told me it would bring about paradise and I believed them. They left me to die and I did. I just wish I could regret it.

Will you be the child or one of the gods? In the end it is your choice.