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Zustand: New. KlappentextThe biting wind gusted to thirty-five knots, whipping moderate to rough seas into whitecaps and troughs. Foam drenched the deck as nine-foot waves broke against the bow. The hatches were closed, preventing billows from swam.

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Glaring above the open water into the towering maelstrom's gaping black throat, Aodh agreed, 'This storm is going to be bad.' Several minutes passed as the tattered lightning exploded into waves of resounding thunder that echoed across the choppy sea. Finally satisfied that he had seen enough; the burly Irishman turned to go below, 'I'll warn the women to get ready. This monster is coming fast.' Within a matter of minutes the weather abruptly worsened as the typhoon slammed into the side of the listing ship, driving the boat and her three companion vessels farther out to sea. The helmsman struggled to turn the bow into the wind, but after endless effort finally let the ship run ahead of the gale.

Zustand: New. KlappentextSetting a course for the Bosporus Strait at the western end of the Black Sea, the ship skirted the coast of Crimea until the besieged city of Caffa came in view. Immediately, the crew and passengers rushed to the starboard rai.

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. The Chronicler | Ivernia's Quest Book Two | Edwin L Woolsey | Taschenbuch | Kartoniert / Broschiert | Englisch | 2019 | Xulon Press | EAN 9781545669945 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Faintly, on the fourth slow day, a strange noise was born above the water from some direction beyond sight. Invisible, no one knew the origin, but a cadence remained. like a soft muffled pulse, the twilight whisper of powerful wings, or the stroke of hundreds of oars thrusting the ocean behind them. Quite without warning, a land breeze suddenly freshened, and above their heads the first hint of sun weakly shined through the milky veil. Since the threat was behind them, Leofstan's boat was on the leading edge of the clearing and would quickly be spotted. Running into open air, a sighting was hastily made, and the consensus was Carhampton. Pulling hard against the quarter rudders, the freighter's bow smoothly turned to starboard. Seconds later, the shoreline of Somerset stretched before them. If only they could cross the intervening water ahead of their pursuers! Standing on the aftercastle, Leofstan glanced over his shoulder to see a sleek single-masted ship effortlessly glide from the soupy mist. Above her deck, a giant red and white sail billowed in the wind. A horn sounded on the phantom boat and was instantly echoed by countless unseen ships traveling in her wake. In response to the signal, the drum beats immediately called for the oarsmen to quicken their pace because the hunt was on. One by one, members of the ghostly fleet appeared. Three, four, five. ten, fifteen. twenty, thirty, thirty-five elegant raiders broke from the fog bank before Leofstan stopped counting. Like wraiths from the netherworld. the dragon-headed boats edged closer in fast pursuit.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. The Chronicler | Edwin L Woolsey | Taschenbuch | Kartoniert / Broschiert | Englisch | 2017 | Xulon Press | EAN 9781545612132 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - The biting wind gusted to thirty-five knots, whipping moderate to rough seas into whitecaps and troughs. Foam drenched the deck as nine-foot waves broke against the bow. The hatches were closed, preventing billows from swamping the hold as the men furled the sails and hoisted a storm jib on the forestay. Preoccupied with securing the rigging, the sailors did not notice what lay ahead until Cabot shouted from the quarterdeck above the whine of the late nor'easter. As the heaving ship fought to turn from danger, a ghastly sight off the starboard bow made the men flounder for boat hooks and pikes. In the distance, an undulating field of broken white announced the arrival of newborn bergs from Greenland's glacial calving season. Here and there, snowy peaks emerged amid the scattered blocks. The smaller chunks of ice would scarcely hurt the vessel, but the distant monsters would send the splintered boat straight to the bottom!

Zustand: Gut. Zustand: Gut | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | "'Search the scriptures; for in them ye think ye have eternal life: and they are they which testify of me (John 5:39).' "A mysterious disconnect exists between the amount of biblical material about death and Western theology's scant reliance on that body of Scripture to universally explain what happens when life ends. In a vague way, we assume to understand what occurs after our last breath, but do we really? Can we say with surety what happens next? Where precisely do we go, and when do we get there? Are we able to point to ancient authoritative sources and say, 'See, here it is?' Due to the fuzzy nature or our current ideas, the hodgepodge of religious speculations dealing with the afterlife are more likely an outgrowth of popular culture, religious songs, and anecdotal stories instead of solid biblical texts or early Judeo-Christian orthodoxy. "This quandary is probably a modern anomaly since medieval society was more familiar with the certainty of dying than we are. The disassociation with spiritual reality might be a product of advancements in science and medicine that give us a false notion of immortality; however, nothing could be farther from the truth. Unquestionably, we will all die, and guaranteed that fact, a knowledge of what immediately follows the cessation of life is an asset worth having, not only for peace of mind here but also for advanced preparation until we get there, especially regarding faith-based groups like Christianity. If anyone should master the questions and answers dealing with the transition between life and death, it should be the Church. "Maybe the somber nature of death makes us avoid the subject, or possibly the opposite is true. Our illiteracy of God's Word might be the reason death seems so cryptic and foreboding, thus creating our shortsighted ignorance of the topic. Regardless, Jesus admonished us to pull our heads from the sand, search the Scripture, and make sure that our doctrines actually match God's source material. hence the purpose of this book.".

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Hurrying to rescue his son, Charles quickly lit the lamp, only to find giant grasshoppers invading their home from spaces under the wood shingles and cracks between the logs. Oblivious to Nancy's screams, the writhing hoard peppered the cabin window and scoured the outer walls. 'Oh, Lord!' Woolsey breathed, 'What will become of our crop God help our corn!' But that was only the vanguard's first wave! Dingy morning saw a blizzard of new invaders, following hard on the heels of the first assault. Wrapping his face with a rag, the man ventured into the dim daylight. Thousands of feet above his head, gossamer wings glistened against the sun like silver flakes of snow. The bugs swirled in eddies of air, forming bejeweled tornadoes; and as they landed, they relentlessly ate. weeds, tree leaves, garden greens, potatoes, corn, tobacco, shovel handles, fence posts, sheep wool, leather harnesses, paint, curtains, and clothing. In a matter of hours, stubble remained where fields had flourished.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Setting a course for the Bosporus Strait at the western end of the Black Sea, the ship skirted the coast of Crimea until the besieged city of Caffa came in view. Immediately, the crew and passengers rushed to the starboard rail to witness the unfolding horror. 'My God,' Aelfred moaned, 'what are they doing ' Wulfgar rested a hand on his son's shoulder, 'They are burying the living beneath the dead.' Alarmed by the women's cries, the men watched as huge stacks of plague corpses catapulted over the city walls, one dead body after another. Arching through the air, the cadavers' arms and legs flailed lifelessly in flight until they splattered against houses and churches or spilled their putrid contents on the frantic streets. Even from a distance, the seafarers heard the monotonous thud. thud. thud. of war machines relentlessly working to spread the noxious agent of death. The ghastly odor of the decimated Mongol army wafted across the water, filling the noses of passengers and crew with the sick, rancid taint of decay.