David m brooks (4 Ergebnisse)

Zustand: New. In English.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - AN ACCIDENT CAN CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IN A SECOND.AND IT CAN ALSO CHANGE THE WORLD!Seven. I laid in bed, not wanting to leave the warmth and false sense of security one feels when wrapped in their own familiar bed sheets, slowly reviewing everything Harry had unfolded for me the previous night. God must be a man of few words. Seven. That was all He had supposedly passed along to Harry through His messenger, Gabriel. And according to Harry, I was number five. Had the evening ended then, I would have just considered all I had heard as the ramblings of an old man looking desperately to find some meaning to his life before it ended. But the evening had not ended there.…

Buch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - A novella and four short stories make us this fourth book by David M. Brooks. Come alonig for the ride, if you dare, with these tales of fascination, imagination, suspense, and horror.IT'S ONLY A DREAM -Kyle is fascinated with dreams, specifically lucid dreams. He has learned how to recognize when he is dreaming and how to manipulate and control what happens in his dreams while he sleeps. When he meets Lisa, who also learns from Kyle the art of controlling her lucid dreams, every night becomes a vacation and the two are loving a perfect balance of real and imagined life together. They feel very safe in their dreams worlds and even nightmares can be manipulated and enjoyed because they aren't real.usually.CLOUD NINE -A heroic sacrifice with unexpected consequences. BILLY -A take of two best friends, a shared secret and a promise.THE EAR -Horror comes in many forms and sizes sometimes in the least expected and most innocent of places and circumstances.A NIGHT AT SCRUFFY'S BAR - A pool tournament with a very special prize awaiting the winner.…

Buch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - AN ACCIDENT CAN CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IN A SECOND.AND IT CAN ALSO CHANGE THE WORLD!Seven. I laid in bed, not wanting to leave the warmth and false sense of security one feels when wrapped in their own familiar bed sheets, slowly reviewing everything Harry had unfolded for me the previous night. God must be a man of few words. Seven. That was all He had supposedly passed along to Harry through His messenger, Gabriel. And according to Harry, I was number five. Had the evening ended then, I would have just considered all I had heard as the ramblings of an old man looking desperately to find some meaning to his life before it ended. But the evening had not ended there.…