The report, carried out by Professor Tony Vinson for Jesuit Social Services and Catholic Social Services Australia, finds that pockets of concentrated and severe social disadvantage have become entrenched across rural and remote as well as suburban Australia.

A history of the New York Rangers chronicles the dramatic events that preceded moments of failure, from the 1940 payoff of the Madison Square Garden mortgage to the 1994 Stanley Cup winning. 40,000 first printing.

A former war correspondent, a double murder, and a physicist who can predict the future: the third thriller from internationally bestselling author Dean Crawford is his best yet. In the notorious Bermuda Triangle, a private jet vanishes without a trace, taking with it scientists working for the world-famous philanthropist Joaquin Abell. Meanwhile, Captain Kyle Sears is called to a murder scene in Miami. A woman and her daughter have both been shot through the head. But within moments of arriving, Sears receives a phone call from the woman’s husband, physicist Charles Purcell. “I did not kill my wife and child,” he says. “In less than twenty-four hours I will be murdered and I know the man who will kill me. My murderer does not yet know that he will commit the act.” With uncanny accuracy, Purcell goes on to predict the immediate future just as it unfolds around Sears, and leaves clues for a man he’s never met, former war correspondent Ethan Warner. The hunt is on to find Purcell, and Warner is summoned by the Defense Intelligence Agency to lead the search. But this is no ordinary case, as Warner and his partner, Nicola Lopez, are about to discover. The future has changed its course, and timing is everything. The end is just beginning . . . Relentlessly fast-paced and action-packed, Apocalypse combines realistic science, suspense, and intrigue to create an ingenious blockbuster thriller.

Our minds and hearts often exploded with joy as we became immersed in the scenes. At times, we were one with the mystical silence and landscape. "Suddenly, we started climbing and climbing until I felt we couldn't go higher. GERONIMO! I cried yet still we climbed. The road became so narrow and steep that I began to think we might begin to go backward. We down-shifted again. When we crossed Ten Sleep Creek, I peered out my window looking for snow pack. It was summer. Still we climbed, higher and higher. The clouds became bigger-and closer. The blue, bright sky blue...and rich forest green encompassed us. Had we passed over? Were we on the other side? Dreamcatcher downshifted and climbed some more. Dear Lord, if my ears hadn't popped earlier, I would have listened for the choir of angel voices. We passed through Big Horn, Sitting Bull, and climbed higher. The air got thinner, the water became purer, the sun brighter. Still we climbed. There were no people. There was no pollution. There was no barrier between us and God. We climbed higher. The road narrowed. The blue faded into grey. We were in the clouds and heaven bound."