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From bestselling author and winner of the Blue Peter Best Story Book Award, Uki and the Swamp Spirit is the fifth title set in the world of Podkin One-Ear.
Diva Plavalaguna is a famous and revered operatic performer in the film's universe. She is the trusted contact of the Mondoshawans, who entrusted the elemental stones to her for safekeeping before their demise at the hands of Mangalore mercenaries. The Diva is referenced, though not by identity, as the contact Leeloo is meant to meet with to obtain the stones early in the film. She would be located on Fhloston at a luxurious hotel where she was set to perform. She is described as having outstan
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Miracles are all around us; we inspire them every day. This is not possible without love; it is our most powerful energy. Never give up on love. We need to love ourselves and others unconditionally if we want to experience the fifth dimension!
Welcome! Deanna Chase is the author of The Jade Calhoun series, A Pyper Rayne series, Last Witch Standing, Witches of Keating Hollow series, Ida May Chronicles, and Witch Island Brides. Deanna lives in 1907 cottage in New Orleans with her husband and two shih tzus. She believes her home is haunted, but, so far, the spirit appears to be harmless (keep your fingers crossed). When she is not writing, Deanna likes to explore New Orleans with her hubby, play with her pups, and make glass beads. To learn more about Deanna Chase's books and sign up for her newsletter, visit her website. Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells by Deanna Chase returns readers to New Orleans, Louisiana. Pyper Rayne is enjoying her lively, risqué wedding shower at Wicked organized by her friend, Charlie when strippers (oops) cops burst in. Charlie is arrested for murdering Sam Burke, one of the ladies (aka stripper) who works at the club. Pyper and Jade know that Charlie did not commit the crime, but the police have a condemning video. Pyper sets out to prove Charlie’s innocence and find the real culprit. She is fortunate to have the assistance of her friends along with some helpful spirits. Of course, what it an investigation without a few laws being broken along the way. Pyper’s investigation gets derailed when the unthinkable happens. With her future on the line, Pyper needs to quickly find who is behind Sam’s death. Join Pyper and the gang for another riotous adventure in Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells. Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells is the fifth entertaining installment in A Pyper Rayne series. This series does need to be read in order, or you will be lost. Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells has such unique characters (the author has a delightful imagination). I like that they are a close group of friends who are there for each other through thick and thin. Pyper Rayne is looking forward to her upcoming wedding to Julius. She is ready to start a family especially after seeing Jade and Kane with their little darling. Jade and Kane’s little girl is six weeks old which leaves Jade feeling a wee bit tired (and cranky since she cannot have alcohol). I have enjoyed watching Pyper and Jade fall in love and marry. I laughed from beginning to end while reading Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells. Deanna Chase managed to immediately capture my attention and hold it throughout the book. Ida May is a one-of-a-kind character whose antics will have you giggling. I love how protective she is of Pyper’s little dog. I like the magical aspects of the book and how it is integrated into the story. The mystery is present, but not necessarily the dominate aspect of the book. It was still interesting with a shocking twist. The friendships, romance, magic, ghosts, the businesses, the mystery and the dogs all tie together into one diverting tale. I was sorry when I finished this book much too quickly. The only aspect that I do not like is the foul language of which there was way too much of for me. I wanted to share my favorite Ida May phrase with you. It is “Stick a fork in me, I’m burning up with sin. That man is hot.” Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells has spirited ghosts, racy lingerie, a dangerous dagger, magical mayhem, a hot hubby, and one enchanting wedding. Spirits, Spells and Wedding Bells is available at Amazon. You can find the titles in A Pyper Rayne series here on Amazon. The Jade Calhoun series is listed here (Jade is Pyper's bestie). Thank you for stopping by today. I will be back tomorrow with my thoughts on A Family for Gracie by Amy Lillard. It is the third novel in The Amish of Pontotoc series. I hope you have a spellbinding day. Take care and Happy Reading! Kris The Avid Reader
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"Dimensions are not places or locations, but levels of consciousness that vibrate at a certain rate. The higher we vibrate, the more dimensions we consciously experience." ~ Liara Covert When we begin to rise in vibration and frequency, we are able to access wisdom stemming from the higher dimensions more easily and readily than those
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER - The fifth book in Diana Gabaldon's acclaimed Outlander saga, the basis for the Starz original series. "A grand adventure written on a canvas that probes the heart, weighs the soul and measures the human spirit across [centuries]."--CNN The year is 1771, and war is coming. Jamie Fraser's wife tells him so. Little as he wishes to, he must believe it, for hers is a gift of dreadful prophecy--a time-traveler's certain knowledge. Born in the year of Our Lord 1918, Claire Randall served England as a nurse on the battlefields of World War II, and in the aftermath of peace found fresh conflicts when she walked through a cleftstone on the Scottish Highlands and found herself an outlander, an English lady in a place where no lady should be, in a time--1743--when the only English in Scotland were the officers and men of King George's army. Now wife, mother, and surgeon, Claire is still an outlander, out of place, and out of time, but now, by choice, linked by love to her only anchor--Jamie Fraser. Her unique view of the future has brought him both danger and deliverance in the past; her knowledge of the oncoming revolution is a flickering torch that may light his way through the perilous years ahead--or ignite a conflagration that will leave their lives in ashes. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780385336765 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Random House Publishing Group Publication Date: 10-01-2002 Pages: 1008 Product Dimensions: 8.62(w) x 11.30(h) x 1.40(d) Series: OutlanderAbout the Author Diana Gabaldon is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the wildly popular Outlander novels—Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (for which she won a Quill Award and the Corine International Book Prize), An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, and Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone—as well as the related Lord John Grey books, Lord John and the Private Matter, Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Lord John and the Hand of Devils, and The Scottish Prisoner; a collection of novellas, Seven Stones to Stand or Fall; three works of nonfiction, “I Give You My Body . . .” and The Outlandish Companion, Volumes 1 and 2; the Outlander graphic novel The Exile; and The Official Outlander Coloring Book. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, with her husband.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Happy the Bride the Sun Shines On Mount Helicon The Royal Colony of North Carolina November, 1770 I woke to the patter of rain on canvas, with the feel of my first husband's kiss on my lips. I blinked, disoriented, and by reflex put my fingers to my mouth. To keep the feeling, or to hide it? I wondered, even as I did so. Jamie stirred and murmured in his sleep next to me, his movement rousing a fresh wave of scent from the cedar branches under our bottom quilt. Perhaps the ghost's passing had disturbed him. I frowned at the empty air outside our lean-to. Go away, Frank, I thought sternly. It was still dark outside, but the mist that rose from the damp earth was a pearly gray; dawn wasn't far off. Nothing stirred, inside or out, but I had the distinct sense of an ironic amusement that lay on my skin like the lightest of touches. Shouldn't I come to see her married? I couldn't tell whether the words had formed themselves in my thoughts, or whether they - and that kiss — were merely the product of my own subconscious. I had fallen asleep with my mind still busy with wedding preparations; little wonder that I should wake from dreams of weddings. And wedding nights. I smoothed the rumpled muslin of my shift, uneasily aware that it was rucked up around my waist and that my skin was flushed with more than sleep. I didn't remember anything concrete about the dream that had wakened me; only a confused jumble of image and sensation. I thought perhaps that was a good thing. I turned over on the rustling branches, nudging close to Jamie. He was warm and smelled pleasantly of woodsmoke and whisky, with a faint tang of sleepy maleness under it, like the deep note of a lingering chord. I stretched myself, very slowly, arching my back so that my pelvis nudged his hip. If he were sound asleep or disinclined, the gesture was slight enough to pass unnoticed; if he were not... He wasn't. He smiled faintly, eyes still closed, and a big hand ran slowly down my back, settling with a firm grip on my bottom. "Mmm?" he said. "Hmmmm." He sighed, and relaxed back into sleep, holding on. I nestled close, reassured. The immediate physicality of Jamie was more than enough to banish the touch of lingering dreams. And Frank — if that was Frank — was right, so far as that went. I was sure that if such a thing were possible, Bree would want both her fathers at her wedding. I was wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move. It was raining outside; a light rain, but the air was cold and damp enough to make the cozy nest of quilts more inviting than the distant prospect of hot coffee. Particularly since the getting of coffee would involve a trip to the stream for water, making up the campfire — oh, God, the wood would be damp, even if the fire hadn't gone completely out — grinding the coffee in a stone quern and brewing it, while wet leaves blew round my ankles and drips from overhanging tree branches slithered down my neck. Shivering at the thought, I pulled the top quilt up over my bare shoulder and instead resumed the mental catalogue of preparations with which I had fallen asleep. Food, drink ... luckily I needn't trouble about that. Jamie's aunt Jocasta would deal with the arrangements; or rather, her black butler, Ulysses, would. Wedding guests — no difficulties there. We were in the middle of the largest Gathering of Scottish Highlanders in the Colonies, and food and drink were being provided. Engraved invitations would not be necessary. Bree would have a new dress, at least; Jocasta's gift as well. Dark blue wool — silk was both too expensive and too impractical for life in the backwoods. It was a far cry from the white satin and orange blossom I had once envisioned her wearing to be married in — but then, this was scarcely the marriage anyone might have imagined in the 1960s. I wondered what Frank might have thought of Brianna's husband. He likely would have approved; Roger was a historian — or once had been — like Frank himself. He was intelligent and humorous, a talented musician and a gentle man, thoroughly devoted to Brianna and little Jemmy. Which is very admirable indeed, I thought in the direction of the mist, under the circumstances. You admit that, do you? The words formed in my inner ear as though he had spoken them, ironic, mocking both himself and me. Jamie frowned and tightened his grasp on my buttock, making small whuffling noises in his sleep. You know I do, I said silently. I always did, and you know it, so just bugger off, will you?! I turned my back firmly on the outer air and laid my head on Jamie's shoulder, seeking refuge in the feel of the soft, crumpled linen of his shirt. I rather thought Jamie was less inclined than I — or perhaps Frank — to give Roger credit for accepting Jemmy as his own. To Jamie, it was a simple matter of obligation; an honorable man could not do otherwise. And I knew he had his doubts as to Roger's ability to support and protect a family in the Carolina wilderness. Roger was tall, well-built, and capable — but "bonnet, belt, and swordie" were the stuff of songs to Roger; to Jamie, they were the tools of his trade. The hand on my bottom squeezed suddenly, and I started. "Sassenach," Jamie said drowsily, "you're squirming like a toadling in a wee lad's fist. D'ye need to get up and go to the privy?" "Oh, you're awake," I said, feeling mildly foolish. "I am now," he said. The hand fell away, and he stretched, groaning. His bare feet popped out at the far end of the quilt, long toes spread wide. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." "Och, dinna fash yourself," he assured me. He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand through the ruddy waves of his loosened hair, blinking. "I was dreaming like a fiend; I always do when I sleep cold." He lifted his head and peered down across the quilt, wiggling his exposed toes with disfavor. "Why did I not sleep wi' my stockings on?" "Really? What were you dreaming about?" I asked, with a small stab of uneasiness. I rather hoped he hadn't been dreaming the same sort of thing I had. "Horses," he said, to my immediate relief. I laughed. "What sort of fiendish dreams could you be having about horses?" "Oh, God, it was terrible." He rubbed his eyes with both fists and shook his head, trying to clear the dream from his mind. "All to do wi' the Irish kings. Ye ken what MacKenzie was sayin' about it, at the fire last night?" "Irish ki — oh!" I remembered, and laughed again at the recollection. "Yes, I do." Roger, flushed with the triumph of his new engagement, had regaled the company around the fireside the night before with songs, poems, and entertaining historical anecdotes — one of which concerned the rites with which the ancient Irish kings were said to have been crowned. One of these involved the successful candidate copulating with a white mare before the assembled multitudes, presumably to prove his virility — though I thought it would be a better proof of the gentleman's sangfroid, myself. "I was in charge o' the horse," Jamie informed me. "And everything went wrong. The man was too short, and I had to find something for him to stand on. I found a rock, but I couldna lift it. Then a stool, but the leg came off in my hand. Then I tried to pile up bricks to make a platform, but they crumbled to sand. Finally they said it was all right, they would just cut the legs off the mare, and I was trying to stop them doing that, and the man who would be king was jerkin' at his breeks and complaining that his fly buttons wouldna come loose, and then someone noticed that it was a black mare, and that wouldna do at all."
"Dimensions are not places or locations, but levels of consciousness that vibrate at a certain rate. The higher we vibrate, the more dimensions we consciously experience." ~ Liara Covert When we begin to rise in vibration and frequency, we are able to access wisdom stemming from the higher dimensions more easily and readily than those
Knowledge, the fifth gift of the Holy Spirit, is represented by this delightful schoolroom scene. Inspired by the Dove, the older kneeling student reads from a book proffered by his teacher. The young man's scroll reveals his inspiration, quoting from Psalm 2, verse 12, that the key to knowledge is the learning of discipline. The seated teacher holds a bundle of switches, the instrument of reprimand and attribute for instructors in the Middle Ages.
11.11 is the Wake Up call. 11.11 is the cosmic codebreaker. It wakes us up from our matrix induced trance with quiet persistence. 11.11 is the calling card of quantum existence. We are evolving as energetic beings of frequency, of light, of dimensional fluidity. Seeing above, beyond, behind the holographic walls of the matrix. Deprogramming. Unplugging. Learning to ride waves of higher consciousness, embracing awareness of the non physical world, of other worlds and dimensions.
A perennial favorite in many different editions, Edith Hamilton's best-selling The Greek Way captures the spirit and achievements of Greece in the fifth century B.C. A retired headmistress when she began her writing career in the 1930s, Hamilton immediately demonstrated a remarkable ability to bring the world of ancient Greece to life, introducing that world to the twentieth century. The New York Times called The Greek Way a \"book of both cultural and critical importance.\"
Spirit Tale Five: Teacher of Knowledge is the fifth in a series of religious tales written by Rabbi Sipporah Joseph. They are written for both Jews and Gentiles. There are seven teachers, including the Dean, in the School of Divine Instruction. The students are of varied backgrounds and ages, but they are all united in their search for spiritual growth. Each student progresses at their own speed as they gain knowledge and understanding. The tales are presented by Grandmother Sasson and Grandpa Sereno, who also conduct discussions after each tale. The Teacher of Knowledge Tale is about diversity, and how intolerance of others' customs and beliefs darkens the world. The Teacher uses the metaphor of a spider's web to explain how intolerance blights the world and 'causes an atmosphere of stench.' The world seems to stop and stand still when I read the Spirit Tales, Rabbi Sipporah Joseph's series of religious tales. I found Spirit Tale Five to be as marvelous as its predecessors in the series. While I was raised as a Christian, I only recently discovered that my grandfather was Jewish, and these tales are personally valuable to me as a way to connect with his traditions and faith and to begin my own journey. When I read The Spirit Tales, I can envision myself as one of the students progressing slowly through the lessons at the school and participating in the discussions with Grandmother and Grandpa. Spirit Tale Five: Teacher of Knowledge is a tale you can read and read again; it's never preachy or didactic, and its appeal is quite universal. It's most highly recommended.
The dazzling fifth volume of Diana Gabaldons extraordinary Outlander saga, featuring 18th-century Scotsman James Fraser and his 20th-century time-traveling wife, Claire Randall. The year is 1771, and war is coming. Jamie Frasers wife tells him so. Little as he wishes to, he must believe it, for hers is a gift of dreadful prophecy-a time-travelers certain…
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