Behind His Scarf follows the two new students of Kaiun High School's third year. Sakura is a quiet, hard working girl with golden hair; whilst Lucifer is a rebellious male with a terrible temper. Their worlds become entwined when Lucifer finds out Sakura's secret and forces her to go out with him. Mortified, at first, by the agreement, Sakura learns the truth about Lucifer and begins questioning her own past. Discovering the kinder side of Lucifer, Sakura gets dragged into his world and find much more than she bargined for.

A celebration of the scarf not only as a fashion statement, but as a work of art. The Scarf chronicles its history and appeal of its subject and shows in glowing color some of the most extraordinary examples from Baseman's own collection. Full-color illustrations.

Help Owl find his scarf in this adorable lift-the-flap book! Owl is getting ready to sleep. He’s tucked in, snug as a bug. But something is missing—his scarf! Where can it be? Owl is looking for his scarf. Is it between the branches? No, that’s Chipmunk! Is it behind the pumpkins? No, that’s Fox! Where can Owl’s scarf be? Little ones can lift the flaps in this adorable book to reveal cute forest critters, including a chipmunk, a fox, a deer, crows, a raccoon, a frog . . . and finally a turkey, who has Owl's scarf! The large, easy-to-lift flaps are perfect for parents and children to share.

Fulk of the Forest had taken the way towards Witch's Cross, with the full moon shining like a silver buckler behind him, to find himself standing at gaze among the yews of the Black Gill. Straight before him stretched a black aisle pillared and arched with huge yews. The aisle ended, like the choir of a church, in a great woodland window where the full moon hung, one yellow rim touching a flurry of clouds. Fulk had drawn aside against the trunk of a tree, lean, alert, shadowy, conscious of something stirring away yonder in the glooms. As he stood there watching, and straining his ears in the windless silence of the April night, he saw a figure move suddenly into the opening of this woodland window and remain there, outlined against the moon. The figure was wrapped in a loose cloak, and the peak and jagged edge of a hood showed up sharply. Moreover, a curved black line beside it betrayed the line of a strung bow.