In Tallenmere, fate has a way of catching up with you...in the waters of the Southern Sea lies an island. Within its pyrogem-laden cliffs, legend says the heart of the dragon god Drae keeps the island, and its occupants, alive. Loralee, daughter of Leogard's High Priestess Arianne, had no idea what she would face when she arrived by boat ten years ago and was left in exile. All she knew about Draekoria's inhabitants was written in a notebook. Never in her life did she imagine being a Dragon Keeper. Captain Igrorio Everlyn, known as Sir Robert, has faced battling the evils of Emperor Sarvonn's tyranny and the dark god Tyr's abominations. But none of that compares to the ten years of hell he's been without Loralee, presumed dead. One freak storm changes everything. Now the two of them must fight to reestablish the delicate balance of the island before the dragons take things into their own hands. Through it all, they discover the secrets that kept them, and their hearts, exiled for a decade.

Julian Leclerc, a handsome and talented young barrister, has been found dead of an apparent overdose of sleeping pills. The verdict is accidental death, but his fiancee, Ann Hewitt, suspects there's something more to the story. As the grieving woman recounts the details of Julian's tragic end to psychiatrist Dr. Tony Page, he listens with acute interest - but not for the reason she thinks. Years earlier, he and Julian had been lovers, and now, disturbed by the circumstances of his friend's demise, Tony sets out to uncover the truth. His quest will take him from the parties and pubs of the gay underworld of 1950s London to Scotland Yard and the House of Commons as he uses his shrewd and penetrating insight to find who or what was responsible for Julian's death. But he may discover more than he bargained for - about Julian, and himself.

Peace and blessings to you all and welcome to the mind of a distraught Jamaican muslim immigrant poet From my vantage point this is my point of view Its lonely at the top im exiled away But i view love on the horizon out of the blue And as the moon beams down im in disarray Inside looking out no shadow concealing doubt I balance the scale judging my heart Out and about in around and throughout I can honestly say that im doing my part Outside the darkest days are joyful compared For nothing compares to being exiled i confess Im running love's gauntlet but im unimpaired Though filled im empty love has a void to congest Helpless i help myself to a dose of second guessing Has love deserted so? That's one i'd like to know My poor wounded heart is in need of caressing Chances i've took backfired but there's a die i'd like to throw Your distant love i sit and watch from the distance A distant memory i am but what a sight to behold In this unknown land how did i found entrance? Exiled away from love and what remains to be told Kush Ha Mim

An essay collection that offers “a fascinating glimpse of post-apartheid South Africa” from the bestselling author of My Traitor’s Heart (The Sunday Times). The Lion Sleeps Tonight is Rian Malan’s remarkable chronicle of South Africa’s halting steps and missteps, taken as blacks and whites try to build a new country. In the title story, Malan investigates the provenance of the world-famous song, recorded by Pete Seeger and REM among many others, which Malan traces back to a Zulu singer named Solomon Linda. He follows the trial of Winnie Mandela; he writes about the last Afrikaner, an old Boer woman who settled on the slopes of Mount Meru; he plunges into President Mbeki’s AIDS policies of the 1990s; and finally he tells the story of the Alcock brothers (sons of Neil and Creina whose heartbreaking story was told in My Traitor’s Heart), two white South Africans raised among the Zulu and fluent in their language and customs. The twenty-one essays collected here, combined with Malan’s sardonic interstitial commentary, offer a brilliantly observed portrait of contemporary South Africa; “a grimly realistic picture of a nation clinging desperately to hope” (The Guardian).

The swooning Victorian ladies and the 1950s housewives genuinely needed to be liberated. That much is indisputable. So, First-Wave feminists held rallies for women's suffrage. Second-Wave feminists marched for Prohibition, jobs, and abortion. Today, Third-Wave feminists stand firmly for nobody's quite sure what. But modern women--who use psychotherapeutic antidepressants at a rate never before seen in history--need liberating now more than ever. The truth is, feminists don't know what liberation is. They have led us into a very boring dead end. Eve in Exile sets aside all stereotypes of mid-century housewives, of China-doll femininity, of Victorians fainting, of women not allowed to think for themselves or talk to the men about anything interesting or important. It dismisses the pencil-skirted and stiletto-heeled executives of TV, the outspoken feminists freed from all that hinders them, the brave career women in charge of their own destinies. Once those fictionalized stereotypes are out of the way--whether they're things that make you gag or things you think look pretty fun--Christians can focus on real women. What did God make real women for?