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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | IGenies are not all the legends and old stories tell them to be. One can not always expect them to fulfil their promises. Three wishes? Elijah Weatherspoon was soon to find out the true nature of those promises. A comic tale of facing mizerho…od head on, and learning what really matters in life. When one is fortunate enough to find a mysterious lamp, rubbing the lamp will free the genie who has been imprisoned within that lamp for a thousand years. Out of gratitude, the genie is empowered to grant you your desires in the form of wishes. Usually three wishes. But what happen if the genie has a whole different idea about gratitude for his release and your wishes are turned upside down? Instead of good fortune, you receive the opposite. And the genie seems more interested in playing tricks on you than on granting your wishes. That's what Elijah Weatherspoon found, to his dismay. Seeming all misfortune contrary to the wishes he asks for. He asks for riches. He asked for good health and a long life. He asked for prestige and influence within the circle of important men. What comes his way seems to be the very opposite. Now his world is turned topsy turvy. And he wishes he had never bought that cursed clock. A gaslight fantasy novel. (An excerpt from the book)---------"You never answered my question. How long was I trapped in my prison?" he asked."Aye. I did answer. I said I din't ken how long ye're in there. That's an answer," Elijah answered, with irritation in his voice."Ah, I suppose that was an answer," the other one sighed. "I will not tell you exactly, but it was for many years. Do you know how old that clock is?" Elijah did not know."More than your lifetime. Years more. I was imprisoned in its first year."That struck Elijah's curiosity, and he wondered how the being he was speaking with came to be imprisoned inside. "What fell fortune caused ye t' be locked inside? If I may ask." And he did ask."I am not free to tell you," the other one answered. "But I am now grateful to be free. I owe you a gratitude for my release."For a space of some seconds, he looked straight at Elijah while saying nothing. Then a strange grin began, and it grew on his round face. Then he spoke."I know. You believe that I owe you three wishes in return for your setting me free. Well? Is that not the law of the genie? Pray tell, your three wishes, Sir."Elijah briefly opened his mouth to speak, but no thoughts came to him to speak. Surely the old fables and stories were not true. Genies were the product of the story tellers, and nothing more. The thing he held on his lap was a clock. It was not a magic lamp. It was not even a lamp. Surely it was not magic. It was merely a clock. A clock in the shape of a castle. And it was not made of precious materials. Rather it was simply brass. And common brass at that.
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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 376 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | IA Steampunk romantaasy adventure novel. Josias Lancaster had a dream. A wonderful woman who he loved and who loved him. Together they shared a dream of visiting far away places in the fantastic flying machine he built. The drea…m ended when she died suddenly and unexpectedly Now he has a second chance. New love can be found after loss. But will this new woman in his life be willing to pick up the old dream with him? Especially if the flying machine has been named after his lost love. Josias and Ann embark on what was to be a simple flight to Paris. They never reach Paris. Instead, a terrific and unusual storm over the Atlantic carries them far off their course. There they find a strange world among people unlike themselves. But from among that people, Ann gains a son. And a crew member gains a wife. The story contains important subplots - the story of an orphan named Matthew and the love between Harold and Hannah. The author weaves biblical themes such as adoption, love, second changes, and answered prayer throughout the book. The values and expressions are from another era that are desperately needed in today's dark world. Still, the Christian themes enhance the story. "Voyage of Abigail," is the second book in the "Legacy of Abigail" series. However, you need not to have read the first book to enjoy this one. Dooley's storytelling style is well-crafted and easy to understand. While there are elements and characters from the first book, this story stands strongly on its own. The author does a marvelous job of creating the characters and environment that make the story very believable and interesting. He has the ability to create a world so rich in detail that you can see yourself being there. It is a hard book to put it down. (An excerpt from the book)------Ann Lancaster awoke in a fright. Something was wrong. She felt herself about to be tossed from the bed. Laying on her back, with her right hand, she punched Josias who was sleeping next to her. The tossing from the bed did not happen, but the fear of it remained. Shocked out of a deep sleep, he awoke and instantly sat up in bed. Then he almost fell over, and would have, had he not thrown out both hands against the mattress to steady himself. The ship was rolling. Rolling severely from side to side. Against the closed window panes behind them, the whistle of angry winds buffeted the glass. They were flying above the ocean through the midst of a storm. And it was no meek storm. The ship was swinging from side to side, and now a hard bump jolted it, and sent Ann's heart pounding with fear. "What's happening, Honey?" she asked, in a hoarse whisper. "A storm," he answered, in the low whispery quality which was his voice. "It seems to be a big one.".
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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 350 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | Imagine you are a mother, and you just found out that your oldest daughter has just been injured in a serious accident. And the doctors tell you that she will never walk again, but will be paralyzed from the waist down. And the…daughter sees her hopes of marriage, or any kind of meaningful life destroyed, and she says that she just wants to die. (An excerpt from the book)----------At six o'clock in the evening, the telephone in the parlour of Vandergriff home rang. It rang four times before Rachael could reach it. The voice on the other end of the line was one which she did not recognize. "Mrs. Vandergriff. My name is Penelope. I'm a friend of Sarah's. Sarah has been injured in an accident. She's in the hospital in Wayfield. She is very bad. Pray. Pray very hard! And come as quickly as you can." And Rachael did pray. She prayed very hard. As she sat on the train next to her husband, as the steam pushed the engine up ahead, forward at a fast pace, she gripped tight to Martin's hand. And she prayed. And in other homes, friends joined in the prayer. Anna Wimberly in her home. And Ann Lancaster in her home. Rachael had called them prior to leaving for the railroad station. They too were joining in with Rachael's prayers. Martin sat silently next to her, but he too prayed. Why couldn't the engine move faster, he asked himself? Of course, the steam was being produced as fast as it could be produced. The pistons in the cylinders were pounding back and forth as fast as they could be pounding. The driver wheels were spinning as fast as they could spin. But it should be moving faster. It would be hours before they would reach Wayfield. Then the taxi ride from the railroad station to the hospital would take its own time. And would his daughter be alive once they arrived at the hospital? He gripped his wife's hand tighter. "It's okay, Mother. She's going to be fine. She will be fine. Aye, she will. I know it." "I'm so frightened," Rachael replied, her voice choking. "I'm so frightened." "Faith, Mother," he replied. "Remember, faith. God made promises. Remember what." He struggled to find the next words to say. "God answers prayer, you know. Pray, Mother. Pray. God will answer." "I am, Dear," she answered. "You are a good man, Martin. A good man. I am so blessed." She squeezed his hand in return. "Do you really believe she will be okay?" "Mother, I can only trust, or put my trust, my faith you know, in God." The words came awkwardly, but she knew what he meant.------- This is the concluding novel in the 'Legacy of Abigail' series. The previous three books in the series are: A Ship Called AbigailVoyage of AbigailWhen Love Finds Hannah The author hopes that you will read the entire series, and if you do, please share your recommendations to your fellow readers.
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Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 202 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | Was it just in his head? Or was it a real haunting? Was this wailing and the sound of a woman's voice in his room at night really linked in any way to the faded old wedding dress he had found and which now hung in his wardrobe?…Was she searching for the dress, and what did it really mean to her? Assuming the voice was actually that of a woman. Dead or otherwise. Or was he simply going crazy and imagining it all? (An excerpt from the book)--------So far the evening had been quiet. No voices or other strangeness came to him. "Jonathan," he said to himself, but aloud, "I wonder if it all really is something in your own mind." "Jonathan?" It was the voice of a woman. His heart jumped within his chest. Then the question was repeated. "Jonathan? Where?" The tone of the inquiry was frantic. He sat up, his heart frozen and seemingly, in mid beat. But now the beating pounded in his ears. He fumbled for the lamp, and with a match found by his fingers on the table, even as his hands trembled, he managed to light the lamp. In the light he searched the room with his eyes racing from corner to corner. There was nothing to be seen. "Who's here?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "Who?" from the voice again. "Jonathan?" "He's not here," Robert answered, his voice trembling. Jonathan was right. Now he knew it. Jonathan was not mad. Nor was he suffering from delusions. Then the wailing began. Piteous, it was to hear. It was very much the sound of someone in great sorrow."Stop!" Robert shouted. "Be gone with you, whatever you are!" "Whatever I am?" the voice asked. "Whatever, or whoever you are," Robert answered. "Whoever I am?" the voice asked. The feeling of fingers brushed on his face, rubbing up and down his cheeks and pressing fingertips against his eyelids. The feeling drove him to flay his hands before his face. But he touched nothing, and the movement of the fingers continued.
