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New York: Bantam, 1966. Mass Market Paperback. Good. New York: Bantam, 1966. Good. New York: Bantam, 1966. Good. AFTER THE FUNERAL James came straight home, to look after his brother. He left Mr. and Mrs. Pike standing on that windy hillside while their little boy wandered in circles nearby, and the only one who saw James go was Joan. She looked over at him, but she didn't say anything. When he was a few steps away he heard her say, "We have to go home now, Aunt Lou. We have to go down." But Mrs. Pike was silent, and all James heard for an answer was the roaring of the wind. Going down the hill he took big 'steps-he was a tall man, and the steepness of the hill made him walk faster than he wanted to. It was too hot to walk fast. The sun was white and glaring and soaked deep in through the mat of his black hair, and his face felt slick when he wiped it with the back of his hand. Partway down the hill he stopped and took off his suit jacket. While he was rolling up his shirt sleeves he looked back at the grave to see if the others were coming, but their backs were still turned toward him. From here it seemed as if that wind hardly touched them; they stood like stones, wearing black, with their heads down and their figures making straight black marks against the sky. The only thing moving was little Simon Pike, as he picked his way down.; through the dry brambles toward James. Simon looked strange, dressed up. He had always worn Levi's and crumpled leather boots, but today someone had made him put his suit on. That would be Joan. Mrs. Pike had looked at nothing but the ground for two days now, and couldn't notice what Simon wore. Joan would have polished those white dress-shoes that Simon was getting all grass-stained, and taken out the last inch of cuff on his sleeves so that they could cover his wrists. There was a thin faint line above each of his cuffs where the old hem had been; James could see it clearly when Simon came up even with him. He stood staring at the cuffs for a long time, and then he shifted his eyes to Simon's' . ISBN 0-425-09903-2 <br/><br/>MOVED <br/><br/>, Bantam, 1966, New York, NY, U.S.A.: Bantam Books, 1995. Mass Market Paperback. Good. New York, NY, U.S.A.: Bantam Books, 1995. Good. J 0 H N COOPER-For twenty years he's been living quietly in Boston, immersed in old movies and good books. He thought he'd buried the past, but two people have just brought it to light: his estranged sister, Lee, and the stranger named Kilroy. Both walked into his life without warning, and now somebody wants him dead. Searching for answers, he must return to the private hell known as Berlin. LEE KOL L E R-Still beautiful enough to make men stop and stare, she is beginning to know the horrors of realizing her mind is betraying her. Her daughter missing, her memory failing, she is desperate enough to turn to the brother she hasn't spoken to for twenty years. W 0 L F KOL L E R-One of the richest men in Germany, he is also one of the most powerful. In a rapidly changing nation, he stands at the forefront to lead the way to a glorious transformation and a renewed sense of national pride. But there may be more to Koller than meets the eye -and more at stake than most Germans dream possible. ISBN 0-553-57217-2 <br/><br/>DECEMBER 2009 TUB, Bantam Books, 1995, New York, NY, U.S.A.: Silhouette, 1996. Paperback. Very Good. NOT EXACTLY A NINE- TO-FIVE JOB Maggie Sinclair had played everything from a nun to a call girl in her work for the supersecret OMEGA agency. But now she really had her hands full, impersonating the vice president of the United States. And more unsettling still was her partner in crime-OMEGA's mysterious director, Adam Ridgeway .... For years Maggie had looked at Adam like ... well, like she might be thinking about a relationship that was somewhat less than businesslike. For years she'd dreamed of breaking down Adam's aristocratic reserve to get at the hot-blooded man she knew lurked underneath. And maybe now the time had finally come .... As Maggie walked to the director's private office, a flicker of anticipation skipped through her. She tried to tell herself that her suddenly erratic pulse was due to her imminent mission. Herself wasn't buying it. She knew darn well what was causing the shimmer of excitement in her blood. He was waiting a few steps away. Maggie paused outside the door to draw in a deep, steadying breath, but it didn't do any good. As soon as she walked into his office and saw the man standing at the window, her lungs forgot to function. He turned and gave her one of his rare smiles. "Hello, Maggie." She forced the air trapped in her chest to circulate. This was her boss, for heaven's sake, and she was too professional to allow her fascination with Adam Ridgeway, the man, to complicate her relationship with Adam Ridgeway, the director of OMEGA. Unfortunately. ISBN 0-373-07692-4 08-21-16, Silhouette, 1996, New York, NY, U.S.A.: N A L, 1996. Book. Illus. by Pino. Very Good. Mass Market Paperback. Johanna of Stanrudde, wife to Katel the Spice Merchant, hates the man her father forced her to marry almost as much as she hates Robert of Blacklea, the man who stole her heart and her virginity then abandoned her. But as famine walks the land this winter, Johanna discovers her husband's plot to destroy Rob who is newly returned to Stanrudde. After Rob saves her from a mob of the starving can she stand aside and let Katel kill him or find the faith to trust Rob when he vows that he still loves her?., N A L, 1996, New York, New York, U.S.A.: Silhouette, 2002. Paperback. Very Good. This couldn't be happening to her, Kari thought. Gage Reynolds had just walked back into her life. Right in the middle of a bank robbery ... With a robber's gun pressed to her temple! Eight years ago, Gage was her beloved, a young deputy, tall and handsome in his khaki uniform. He was still good-looking enough to make an angel want to sin. And now he was the sheriff of Possum Landing, judging by the badge on his shirt. His dark eyes gleamed with interest at what he saw. "You know," he casually told the gunman, "that's Kari Asbury. The one who got away." He continued easily. "Eight years ago, that pretty lady there left me standing at the altar." The bank robber glared at her. "That wasn't very nice. You want me to shoot her, Sheriff?" Gage shrugged. "That's mighty neighborly of you ... but I think I'd rather deal with her in my own way." Karl gasped. Obviously, coming back to placid Possum Landing was going to be a whole lot more complicated than she'd thought.... ISBN 0-373-24501-7 12-03-16, Silhouette, 2002, Simon & Schuster, New York, 1996. Edition Unstated. Hardcover. Good Condition/Fair. Excerpts: Chapter 1 January 14, 2000 Seymour Island, Antarctic Peninsula There was a curse about the island. A curse proven by the graves of men who set foot on the forbidding shore, never to leave. Seymour Island made up the largest ice-free surface on or near the whole continent of Antarctica. It was a singularly ugly place, inhabited only by few varieties of lichen and a rookery of Adelie penguins. The majority of the dead, buried in shallow pits pried from the rocks, came from a Norwegian Antarctic expedition after their ship was crushed in the ice in 1859. They survived two winters before their food supply ran out, finally dying off one by one from starvation. Lost for over a decade, their well-preserved bodies were not found until 1870, by the British while they were setting up a whaling station. The restless ghosts of the explorers and sailors that roamed the forsaken ground could never have imagined that one day their resting place would be crawling with accountants, attorneys, plumbers, housewives and retired senior citizens who showed up on luxurious pleasure ships to gawk at the inscribed stones and ogle the comical penguins that inhabited a piece of the shoreline. Perhaps, just perhaps, the island would lay its curse on these intruders too.... The impatient passengers aboard the cruise ship "Polar Queen" saw nothing ominous about Seymour Island. Safe in the comfort of their floating palace, they felt only excitement at a new experience, especially since they were among the first wave of tourists ever to walk the shores of Seymour Island. Many had traveled Europe and the Pacific, seen the usual exotic places travelers flock to around the world.Now they wanted something more, something different; a visit to a destination few had seen before, a remote place they could set foot on and brag about to friends and neighbors afterward. As they clustered on the deck near the boarding ladder in happy anticipation of going ashore, aiming their telephoto lenses at the penguins, Maeve Fletcher walked among them, checking the bright orange insulated jackets passed out by the ship's cruise staff, along with life jackets for the short trip between the ship and shore. Maeve was three years shy of thirty, with a master's degree in zoology. Energetic and in constant motion, she towered above the women and stood taller than most of the men. Her hair, braided in two long pigtails, was as yellow as a summery iris. She stared through eyes as blue as the deep sea, from a strong face with high cheekbones. Her lips always seemed parted in a warm smile, revealing a tiny gap in the center of her upper teeth. Tawny skin gave her a robust outdoorsy look. This trip there were ninety-one paying passengers on board, and Maeve was one of four naturalists who were to conduct the excursions on shore. Maeve was scheduled to accompany the first party of twenty-two visitors to the island. She checked off the list of names as the excited travelers stepped down the boarding ladder to a waiting Zodiac, the versatile rubber float craft designed by Jacques Cousteau. As she was about to follow the last passenger, the ship's first officer, Trevor Haynes, stopped her on the boarding ladder. "Tell your people not to be alarmed if they see the ship sailing off, " he told her. She turned and looked up the steps at him. "Where will you be going?" "Thereis a storm brewing a hundred miles out. The captain doesn't want to risk exposing the passengers to any more rough water than necessary. Nor does he want to disappoint them by cutting short the shore excursions. He intends to steam twenty kilometers up the coast and drop off another group at the seal colony, then return in about two hours to pick you up and repeat the process." "Putting twice the number ashore in half the time." "That's the idea. That way, we can pack up and leave and be in the relatively calm waters of the Bransfield Strait before the storm strikes here. You have your portable communicator should you encounter a problem." Maeve held up the small unit that was attached to her belt. "You'll be the first to know." "Say hello to the penguins for me." "I shall." As the Zodiac skimmed over water that was as flat and reflective as, a mirror, Maeve lectured her little band of intrepid tourists on the history behind their destination. "Seymour Island was first sighted by James Clark Ross in 1842. Forty Norwegian explorers, castaway when their ship was crushed in the ice, perished here in 1859. We'll visit the site where they lived until the end and then take a short walk to the hallowed ground where they are buried." "Are those the buildings they lived in?" asked a lady who must have been pushing eighty, pointing to several structures in a small bay. "No, " answered Maeve. "What you see are what remains of an abandoned British whaling station. We'll visit it just before we take a short hike around that rocky point you see to the south, to the penguin rookery." "Does anyone live on the island?" asked the same lady. "The Argentineans have aresearch station on the northern tip of the island." "How far away?" "About thirty kilometers." They could see the bottom clearly, now, naked rock with no growth to be seen anywhere. Their shadow followed them about two fathoms down as they cruised through the bay. Maeve felt a tinge of regret she couldn't quite understand as the yellow-and-white "Polar Queen" grew smaller in the distance. For a brief moment she experienced the apprehension the lost Norwegian explorers must have felt at seeing their only means of survival disappear. She quickly shook off any feelings of uneasiness and began leading her party across the gray moonscape to the cemetery. She allotted them twenty minutes to pick their way among the tombstones, shooting rolls of film of the inscriptions. Then she herded them around a vast pile of giant bleached whale bones near the old station while describing the methods the whalers used to process the whales. "After the danger and exhilaration of the chase and kill, " she explained, "came the rotten job butchering the huge carcass and rendering the blubber into oil. 'Cutting in' and 'trying out, ' as the old-timers called it." Next came the antiquated huts and rendering building. The whaling station was still maintained and monitored on an annual basis by the British and was considered a museum of the past. Furnishings, cooking utensils in the kitchen, along with old books and worn magazines, were still there just as the whalers left them when they finally departed for home. "Please do not disturb any of the artifacts, " Maeve told the group. "Under international law nothing may be removed." She took a moment to count heads. Then she said, "NowI'll lead you into the caves dug by the whalers, where they stored the oil in huge casks before shipping it to England." From a box left at the entrance to the caves by expedition leaders from previous cruises, she passed out flashlights. "Is there anyone who suffers from claustrophobia?" One woman who looked to be in her late seventies raised her hand. "I'm afraid I don't want to go in there." "Anyone else?" The woman who asked all the questions nodded. "I can't stand cold, dark places." "All right, " said Maeve. "The two of you wait here. I'll conduct the rest a short distance to the whale-oil storage area. We won't be more than fifteen minutes." She led the group through a long, curving tunnel carved by the whalers to a large storage cavern stacked with huge casks that had been assembled deep inside the rock and later left behind. After they entered she stopped and gestured at a massive rock at the entrance. "The rock you see here was cut from inside the cavern and acts as a barrier against the cold and to keep competing whalers from pil Size: 180mm - 240mm. 537 pages. Remnants of label on front cover. Heavy foxing front/rear pages, but body of book mostly clean and unfoxed. Dust Jacket has shelf-wear as well as some chips and tears to extremities, also some bumping to corners. Edges have a few spots and marks. Quantity Available: 1. Shipped Weight: 1-2 kilos. Category: Fiction; ISBN: 068480297X. ISBN/EAN: 9780684802978. Pictures of this item not already displayed here available upon request. Inventory No: 15762. . 9780684802978, Simon & Schuster, 1996, Random House Inc, 2001 Price inside dustcover: $24.95 - Stated First Edition - First-time novelist Reuland walks a fine line in this bold, blackly comedic thriller, painting a gritty, poetic picture of ghetto life yet indulging his self-involved hero and stumbling over details at crucial junctures. Andrew "Gio" Giobberti, a young Brooklyn assistant district attorney, is haunted by his role in his five-year-old daughter's death a year before; he failed to fasten her seat belt, and she was killed in a minor car accident. Abandoned by his wife, Gio wanders through drunken one-night stands and days filled with the routine prosecution of killers, rapists and narcotics dealers. But when the case of Kayla Harris--a 14-year-old shot point-blank in her bed--comes along, Gio can't help drawing personal parallels. While he prefers to see drug dealer Lamar "LL" Lamb as the murderer, the evidence pushes him to investigate Kayla's junkie mother, Nicole Carbon, as the accidental killer of her own daughter. Reuland takes chances in depicting the chauvinistic habits of his protagonist, who abandons one of his many office conquests in a bar after a tryst in the bathroom, and is permanently sunk in a self-pitying haze. Still, his irreverent take on antihero Gio is a refreshing dash of candor in the genre, granting credibility to a story whose racing pace has an addictive effect. Reuland--himself a Brooklyn ADA--describes the Brooklyn Cypress Hills projects in convincing detail, and he captures the dialogue of its crack-addicted dwellers with a sharp and sympathetic ear. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information. . First Edition. Hard Cover. As New/Fine. 4to - over 9¾" - 12" tall., Random House Inc, 2001, New York: Henry Holt, 1938. Fine in plum cloth in a Very Good unchipped dust jacket, moderate wear. Calvert sheds light on the techniques used by actors: how to stand still, how to walk, the art of doing nothing, how to make an audience laugh, the eye and the hands and what to do with them, the voice, getting inside one's part etc. 274p. Hard Cover. Fine/Very Good., Henry Holt, 1938, New York, NY, U.S.A.: Dell Publishing, 1985. Mass Market Paperback. Very Good. In every city there is a time of year that approaches perfection. After the summer heat, before the winter bleakness, before snow and rain are even dreamed of. A time that stands out crystal clear, as the air begins to cool; a time when the skies are still bright blue, when it feels good to wear wool again, and one walks faster than one has in months. A time to come alive again, to plan, to act, to be, as September marches into October. It is a time when women look better, men feel better, even the children look crisp again as they return to school in Paris or New York or San Francisco. And maybe even more so in Rome. Everyone is home again after the lazy months of summer spent clattering along in ancient taxis from the piazza to the Marina Piccola in Capri, or they. are fresh from the baths in Ischia, the sun-swept days at San Remo, or even simply the public beach in Ostia. But in late September it is over, and autumn has arrived. A businesslike month, a beautiful month, when it feels good just to be alive. Isabella di San Gregorio sat sedately in the backseat of the limousine. She was smiling to herself, her dark eyes dancing, her shining black hair held away from her face by two heavy tortoise-shell combs as she watched passersby walking quickly through the streets. Traffic was as Roman traffic always is terrifying. ISBN 0-440-18656-0 08-24-16, Dell Publishing, 1985

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London: Chatto & Windus. Very Good/Very Good. 2005. Hard Cover. 8vo 0701176997 Illustration edition. This enchanting, juicy history takes us from the pineapple's origins in the Amazon rainforests to its first tasting by Columbus in Guadeloupe and its starring role on the royal dinner tables of Europe. In the eighteenth-century this spectacular fruit reigned supreme: despite the fact that, at first, to cultivate just one cost the same as a new coach, every great house soon boasted its own steaming pits filled with hundreds upon hundreds of pineapple plants. As the Prada handbag of its day, a real-life, homegrown pineapple was a powerful status symbol, so much so that at first, it was extremely unusual actually to eat the fruit. The image appeared on gateposts, on teapots, furniture and wallpaper. A new phase opened when growers in the Caribbean began supplying pineapples in the 1840s and later the first canning factory was built in Hawaii. As the story rolls on, through the heyday of pineapple chunks and cocktails, right up to the fashions of today,it touches on pineapples and sex, pineapples and empire, pineapples in art. Why is the pineapple so special? In one surprising sense it is indeed ideal. Made up of hundreds of separate fruitlets, its spirals embody the gradations of the Golden Mean - it is mathematically perfect. But it is more than that - for years a focus of traveller's tales, it is a treasure of sight and scent and taste. Packed with fascinating illustrations, this delicious book sees Fran Beauman explore the life and lore of the king of fruits: scholarly, witty and fun, it is a true hamper of delights. ., Chatto & Windus, 2005, RH/Disney. Paperback. 0736420509 Missing Dust cover and Signs of wear. Leaves Our Warehouse Within 24 Hours. Excellent Customer Service.Upto 15 Days 100% Money Back Gurantee.Try Our Fast!!!! Shipping With Tracking Number. . Fair. 2002-09-24., RH/Disney, 2002-09-24, U.S.A.: Dell, 1978. 1st. Printing. Mass Market Paperback. Fair/No Jacket as Issued. U.S.A.: Dell, 1978. 1st. Printing. Fair/No Jacket as Issued. IT ALL STARTED WITH A DOLL'S HOUSE ... Not just any doll's house, but a rare and enchanting treasure. Suddenly it disappeared, under brutal and mysterious circumstances, and its beautiful young owner resolved to get it back. A handsome doctor on a secret quest of his own joined her search along a trail that led from Edinburgh to a towering castle in the Highlands... from excitement to criminal intrigue...ending in a relentless pursuit across the barren and forbidding moors ... and a wild, triumphant love like the stirring swirl of a Highland dance! ISBN 0-440-13597-4 <br/><br/>04-16-16, Dell, 1978, Chicago: Childrens Press, 1982. Head and heel of spine and corners quite worn, call numbers on label on spine, discarded stamp and marked out bar code and pocket on front endpage, library name stamp on title page and on bottom outside page edges, hinge starting between last page of text and rear endpage. Summary from copyright page: Describes some of England's most charming features in the areas of geography, history, scenic treasures, culture, industry, and people. Enchantment of the World series. 127 pages.. 2nd Printing. Hard Cover. Good/No Dust Jacket. Large 8vo - 9 3/4" Tall. Ex-Library., Childrens Press, 1982, New York, NY, U.S.A.: Dell Publishing, 1985. Mass Market Paperback. Good. New York, NY, U.S.A.: Dell Publishing, 1985. Good. New York, NY, U.S.A.: Dell Publishing, 1985. Good. AN ENCHANTED LOVE ... Isabella and Amadeo - Together they ruled the House of San Gregorio - the most respected name in Rome couture. Her fabulous designs and stunning beauty, his unerring instincts and golden Florentine elegance made them the darlings of international society. Yet in a world of breathtaking splendor, nothing outshone their brightest treasure - their boundless, enduring love. A MAGICAL WORLD ... Then suddenly the spell was broken. Amadeo was gone - forever. Isabella fled Rome. In New York her bitter struggle began. With all her proud courage, her spectacular talent for living, could she release the past to embrace her future? Would she ever dare.... TO LOVE AGAIN ISBN 0-440-18656-0 <br/><br/> <br/><br/>, Dell Publishing, 1985

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Chapter One In every city there is a time of year that approaches perfection. After the summer heat, before the winter bleakness, before snow and rain are even dreamed of. A time that stands out crystal clear, as the air begins to cool; a time when the skies are still bright blue, when it feels good to wear wool again, and one walks faster than one has in months. A time to come alive again, to plan, to act, to be, as September marches into October. It is a time when women look better, men feel better, even the children look crisp again as they return to school in Paris or New York or San Francisco. And maybe even more so in Rome. Everyone is home again after the lazy months of summer spent clattering along in ancient taxis from the piazza to the Marina Piccola in Capri, or they are fresh from the baths in Ischia, the sun-swept days at San Remo, or even simply the public beach in Ostia. But in late September it is over, and autumn has arrived. A businesslike month, a beautiful month, when it feels good just to be alive. Isabella di San Gregorio sat sedately in the backseat of the limousine. She was smiling to herself, her dark eyes dancing, her shining black hair held away from her face by two heavy tortoise shell combs as she watched passersby walking quickly through the streets. Traffic was as Roman traffic always is: terrifying. She was used to it, she had lived there all her life, except for her occasional visits to her mother's family in Paris and the one year she had spent in the States at twenty-one. The following year she had married Amadeo and become a legend of sorts, the reigning queen of Roman couture. She was by birth a princess in that realm, and by marriage something more, but her legend had been won by her talent, not only by acquiring Amadeo's name. Amadeo di San Gregorio had been the heir to the House of San Gregorio, the tabernacle of Roman couture, the pinnacle of prestige and exquisite taste in the eternal international competition between women of enormous means and aspirations. San Gregorio--sacred words to sacred women, and Isabella and Amadeo the most sacred words of all. He in all his golden, green-eyed Florentine magnificence, inheriting the house at thirty-one; she the granddaughter of Jacques Louis-Parel, the king of Paris couture since 1910. Isabella's father had been Italian but had always taken pleasure in telling her he was quite sure that her blood was entirely French. She had French feelings and French ideas, French style, and her grandfather's unerring taste. At seventeen she had known more about high fashion than most men in the business at forty-five. It was in her veins, her heart, her spirit. She had an uncanny gift for design, a brilliance with color, and a knowledge of what worked and what didn't that came from studying her grandfather's collections year after year. When at last in his eighties he had sold Parel to an American corporation, Isabella had sworn that she wou Fiction Fiction eBook, Random House Publishing Group

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In Rome, Isabella and her husband, Amadeo, have created an idyllic marriage and the House of San Gregorio, the most exciting name in European high fashion. But in an act of terrorism, Amadeo is kidnapped and taken from Isabella forever. Fleeing to New York, she fights to build a new life for herself and her son, as they discover new worlds and a new life together.

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EAN (ISBN-13): 9780440186564
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Erscheinungsjahr: 1985
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Sprache: eng/Englisch

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