A poetic portrayal of the unseen tempests of emotional and physical abuse, Silent Squall gives voice to the wounded heart. Raw and honest, the acclaimed author of I Find You in the Darkness shares her intensely personal, yet relatable stories through finely woven poetry. This new edition of Silent Squall includes an updated introduction and a brand-new chapter of modern poetry. Find understanding, comfort, and hope from the affecting poetry of Silent Squall. I have singed wings, and the edges of my heart are charred, and crisp by flames of your dismissal. Yet even though I sift through ashes of the past, as I maneuver through tomorrow... my soul’s fingerprint will be everlasting. -Alfa

Within this book are stories of inspiration, love, sorrow, life, death and wonders. It will open your mind to worlds beyond all that is known.

The battle against Phantom Task and Unnamed during the World Purge incident didn't just leave Tatenashi wounded—when Ichika swooped in to save her life, it melted her heart, too. (What do I do? I'm falling for him...) But she's not the only one after our hero, as the rest of the crew won't be content to sit back and watch as they grow closer. With Field Day coming up, it's the kind of race for his affection that could only happen at IS Academy! All's fair in love and war in the ninth installment of this high-speed school battle romantic comedy!

Pick me up, my poetry calls, I will tell you tales versed in rhyme and rhythm. Let me begin with an avatar called woman. Sense her dilemma as she moonlights in RED. Become aware of her as she tantalizes you in HUSHED IN MY THINK THE WOMAN IN ME. Experience her sensuality in SUMMER RAIN. An aura of haunting calm surrounds a river in flow. Resonating chants BY THE GANGES evokes a sense of peace and serenity. Eerie the silence of a loom in an abandoned room speaks of a bygone era and a forgotten craft in THE WEAVER. A photographer clicks a picture of an unknown girl. He feels a psychic pull in her eyes. One day he reads about a girl who is found mysteriously dead. It is THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH. In THE PIGEON MAN AND HIS SOLDIER BIRDS I verse lines against a backdrop of the devastating World War One. Carrier Pigeons played a vital part as they proved to be an extremely reliable way of sending messages. The pigeon lofts with their Pigeon Man advanced with the soldiers. Every person has their own story, yet an echo overlaps. I express these stories through my poetry and as my lines unfold I realize there is a bit of everyone in all of us. So ..Dont stop, keep the pages turning, it doesnt end here. I will leave you to discover the rest

Many believe Max SteinerÕs score for King Kong (1933) was the first important attempt at integrating background music into sound film, but a closer look at the industryÕs early sound era (1926Ð1934) reveals a more extended and fascinating story. Viewing more than two hundred films from the period, Michael Slowik launches the first comprehensive study of a long-neglected phase in HollywoodÕs initial development, recasting the history of film sound and its relationship to the ÒGolden AgeÓ of film music (1935Ð1950). Slowik follows filmmakersÕ shifting combinations of sound and image, recapturing the volatility of this era and the variety of film music strategies that were tested, abandoned, and kept. He explores early film music experiments and accompaniment practices in opera, melodrama, musicals, radio, and silent films and discusses the impact of the advent of synchronized dialogue. He concludes with a reassessment of King Kong and its groundbreaking approach to film music, challenging the filmÕs place and importance in the timeline of sound achievement.

Hidden Compass Hunting the Shadows Beneath is the first publication of her insights and reflections on experiences, both personal and observed. These poems speak of life stages and interruptions, ciphers, and oftentimes cryptic perceptions.

Like the parched earth that longs for a drop of water and feels vigorous when it rains, like the scorching sun that longs for a shade for itself and calms down when evenings set in, like the broken heart that longs for healing and its wounds fill up when someone loves it again, like the infant that longs for warmth and feels secure in its mother’s arms, like all the lonely people who long for a conversation and are ecstatic when someone talks to them, like the drowning man who wants to live, and delighted even if he catches a straw, I hold on to poetry - for a drop of water, for shade, for healing, for warmth, for a conversation, for a delightful life…