'Til debt do us part.

When a loved one dies, all the practical things that need to be addressed can be particularly overwhelming during such an emotional time. To help my fiancé with this, I used my organizing skills to make a checklist.

Avril an all-round picture-perfect valedictorian. Aimé a jolly and full of hope sweet-boy. This is the story of their first love and fortunately or unfortunately their last. It's a story full of mystery and suspense, packed with action and adventure. Avril, a half-French and half-Indian girl who is trying to navigate life without her parents' guidance while fending off herself from her petrifying enemies. She is a military affiliated doctor in India, who has finally connected to her other side of ethnicity after 18 years. Aimé is an orphan who lost his parents in a strange accident when he was just a child. He lives with his only close family- his grandfather on the outskirts of town in Valencia,Spain. He is half-Spanish and half-French and meets Avril in his last summer of high-school in France. He is a bussiness major and plans to expand his bussiness globally in pharmaceuticals and insurances.

Es ist Sommer und die heiße Phase der Prüfungsvorbereitungen hat begonnen. Doch als wäre konzentriertes Lernen bei dreißig Grad im Schatten nicht schon anstrengend genug, ist da jetzt auch noch diese verkrampfte Atmosphäre zwischen Nariyuki und Uruka. So ganz überzeugen konnte sie ihn nämlich nicht, dass ihr heimlicher Schwarm ein anderer ist als Nariyuki…

What do we say when someone dies? Learn about the Jewish traditions of mourning and what might be helpful to say to your Jewish friends when someone they love passes.

What If It's Us meets They Both Die at the End in this postapocalyptic, queer YA adventure romance from debut author Erik J. Brown. Perfect for fans of Adam Silvera, Alex London, and Heartstopper by Alice Oseman.When Andrew stumbles upon Jamie's house, he's injured, starved, and has nothing left to lose. A deadly pathogen has killed off most of the world's population, including everyone both boys have ever loved. And if this new world has taught them anything, it's to be scared of what other desperate people will do . . . so why does it seem so easy for them to trust each other?After danger breaches their shelter, they flee south in search of civilization. But something isn't adding up about Andrew's story, and it could cost them everything. And Jamie has a secret, too. He's starting to feel something more than friendship for Andrew, adding another layer of fear and confusion to an already tumultuous journey.The road ahead of them is long, and to survive, they'll have to shed their secrets, face the consequences of their actions, and find the courage to fight for the future they desire, together. Only one thing feels certain: all that's left in their world is the undeniable pull they have toward each other. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780063054974 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Balzer & Bray/Harperteen Publication Date: 03-08-2022 Pages: 352 Product Dimensions: 8.40h x 5.90w x 1.20d Age Range: 13 - UP YearsAbout the Author Brown, Erik J.: - Erik J. Brown is the author of All That's Left in the World. Erik was selected as a Lambda Literary Emerging Writers Fellow. When not writing genre-blending books for young adults, he enjoys traveling and embarking on the relentless quest of appeasing his Shiba Inu. He lives in Philadelphia with his husband.

Learn what happens to a body in the months, weeks, and hours before death, and what you can do for someone who is dying.

Mallory Viridian would rather not be an amateur detective, and fled to outer space to avoid it…but when one of the new human arrivals on a space shuttle is murdered, she’s back in the game. Mallory Viridian would rather not be an amateur detective, thank you very much. But no matter what she does, people persist in dying around her—and only she seems to be able to solve the crime. After fleeing to an alien space station in hopes that the lack of humans would stop the murders, a serial killer had the nerve to follow her to Station Eternity. (Mallory deduced who the true culprit was that time, too.) Now the law enforcement agent who hounded Mallory on Earth has come to Station Eternity, along with her teenage crush and his sister, Mallory’s best friend from high school. Mallory doesn’t believe in coincidences, and so she’s not at all surprised when someone in the latest shuttle from Earth is murdered. It’s the story of her life, after all. Only this time she has more than a killer to deal with. Between her fugitive friends, a new threat arising from the Sundry hivemind, and the alarmingly peculiar behavior of the sentient space station they all call home, even Mallory’s deductive abilities are strained. If she can’t find out what’s going on (and fast), a disaster of intergalactic proportions may occur.… Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593098134 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group Publication Date: 11-07-2023 Pages: 384 Product Dimensions: 7.90h x 5.00w x 0.90d Series: The Midsolar MurdersAbout the Author Mur Lafferty is an author, podcaster, and editor. She has been nominated for many awards, and even won a few. She lives in Durham, NC with her family.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt 1 Sense Enough to Come in Outta the Rain A sentient space station should have perfect temperature, Mallory Viridian thought. This has got to be far below freezing. When the station imitated weather, it should be Los Angeles weather, not Pluto's bloodred snow. And when it was helping a resident, it should produce a pleasant flat walk, or even something downhill, not an uphill, snowy, windy trek that gave one frostbite. The fact that there could be people aboard the station who wallowed in frigid, bloodred snow like a pig in slop, she refused to consider. It was possible, she thought, squinting through the crimson swirls, that the massive space station was just in a bad mood. Red snow stung the exposed skin on her face. Her ears ached. She shoved her hands deep into her jeans pockets and shivered. Her destination lay at the top of a freaking mountain-a fabricated mountain-inside a cave, also fabricated. She wanted to rest, but the risk of dying of hypothermia on the way felt very real. She probably should have put on a coat, but she hadn't thought she needed it. The station took care of its residents. Why would she suddenly need to travel through a deadly storm to go to a meeting? This isn't worth it. When Mrs. Brown calls, however, you answer. The tiny woman had a steel spine and a personality that filled a room, yes. And she was more than capable of protecting herself and those she loved with deadly force, sure. But she was also the human host who had a direct connection with the station itself, so when she asked to speak to you, you answered. The cave loomed ahead, a dark cut in the harsh red drifts all around her. She was almost there. Probably. She didn't know what she'd do if it wasn't there. This was a great place for someone to lure her to an ambush. Or, more likely, according to her experience, lure her to watch someone else being killed, giving her a new murder to solve. Her fingers and toes tingled with the beginnings of frostbite, and Mallory gritted her teeth around her rubber oxygen breather to keep them from chattering. How much damage would Eternity allow her to suffer? And good Lord, why? Would she let Mallory die here? Mallory didn't think so, but she wasn't entirely sure. Almost there. Station Eternity liked her, that much she knew. She probably wouldn't let Mallory die of hypothermia. Eternity's whims overrode everything-except, perhaps, Mrs. Brown's own whims. Mallory wasn't entirely sure how the symbiotic connection worked. Mrs. Brown didn't seem to know much either. The snow got deeper as she got closer, until she was pushing through knee-deep powder with a crusty layer of bloodlike ice on top. She gritted her teeth and pressed on, the muscles in her thighs hot and threatening to turn to loose rubber and then seize into a massive cramp. What is going on? Am I being punished? The cave opening shimmered in front of her and then appeared much closer than it had been previously. Inside, Mrs. Brown paced, hands on her hips. "I guess you took the long way around?" she demanded. Mrs. Brown had sent her a message that morning. Mallory had been going through the list of new clients to her detective agency, dismayed at the lost items, the stolen items, and the requests to find incomprehensible things for aliens-including, apparently, a lost day. Reading a message from Mrs. Brown asking to see her that afternoon was at least something she could understand and be interested in doing. Mallory wasn't too fond of solving murder cases, but it was what she knew, and she hadn't known how, well, boring it would be to do other detective work. Or, admittedly, how difficult it would be to investigate alien crimes done to aliens by aliens. The weird thing was that Mrs. Brown had requested that Mallory meet her in a place she had never visited on the station. After getting the information, Mallory approached the wall terminal and pulled up a complex 3D map of Station Eternity. She had a bizarre impulse to rotate the map to look for a secret port that she could torpedo and blow it up, à la Star Wars. She shook her head to clear the connection; she had no desire to blow up Eternity. Where would she go then? Like the Death Star, Station Eternity was the size of a small moon. Unlike the Death Star, it had no planet-killing ability (that she knew of, anyway). Mallory moved the station around until she found a small glowing dot. "Now, where are you?" she asked, trying to puzzle out the map. She ran her finger over about three-fourths of the sphere, dulling the brightness. The dot lay amid a large open area on the station, one of the places that tried to mimic various planet biomes to give the illusion of home to visitors. This one looked extremely hostile for humans and- "Oh, come on, red snow?" she said aloud. "Is that even a thing? Can I survive that?" The globe spun in front of her, mute. After a moment, an image of Pluto popped up, along with a paragraph about the red methane snow in the Cthulhu region. She shook her head. "Methane atmosphere and red snow? I can't survive on Pluto." Another image popped up of a full-body protective suit. She rolled her eyes. A suit? She wasn't going into total vacuum or anything. Eternity wouldn't kill her. She grabbed a jacket and an oxygen breather from the closet by the door and headed out. Mallory put the last of her strength into galumphing through the snow to the cave. As she reached it, her legs gave out and she collapsed onto a dirt floor beside a campfire. Mrs. Brown strode over to her and stood above her head, looking down. She looked slightly ridiculous in a big puffy coat and a homemade knitted cap. "Well?" she asked. Panting, Mallory didn't move, just glad to be out of the wind. The fire's heat penetrated faster than a normal campfire would have, underscoring that, despite the exhaustion and the frigid temperatures, the station kept her as cold or as hot as it wanted to. She slowly sat up. "What do you mean?" Mrs. Brown frowned. Her light brown skin creased further and she pulled her cap off. Mallory sat back, sliding away from her a little bit. Mrs. Brown was a tiny prim grandmother who was also a three-time murderer-or a three-time self-defense killer, depending on whom you asked. She had been visiting Eternity with her granddaughter when the station's last host had been murdered. The station needed a host to communicate with its many residents and visitors and was in shock and distress after the murder. Mrs. Brown had stepped in to take over before the station could tear herself apart and kill everyone on board in a panic. Mrs. Brown was always perfectly pleasant to Mallory, despite the two of them having a "history," as Mrs. Brown liked to call it. She was polite and proper, and Mallory knew she would suffer zero fools. She defended herself and her loved ones with deadly efficiency, and she both inspired Mallory and scared the shit out of her. "I mean that the station is making this frozen hellscape for us to meet in," Mrs. Brown snapped, gesturing to the weather outside the cave. "You didn't instruct her to do this?" Mallory asked. "I hate snow, why the hell would I do that?" She glared at Mallory. "Why aren't you wearing a suit?" "I- Why are you asking me? Can't you ask the station?" "The station is saying that everything is fine," Mrs. Brown said. "She just said we had to meet here. She won't tell me why." "Why did you want to see me?" Mallory asked, scrambling to her feet. "Maybe that will shed some light on the issue." Mrs. Brown bent over and a tree stump rose from the floor to fit exactly where her butt landed when she sat back. Mallory shook her head in wonder. "I wanted to tell you I was leaving for a bit, and I'm taking Infinity." "You couldn't tell me this in your office?" Mallory asked. "Or mine?" "I asked Eternity to give us a place where I could talk to you in private," Brown said, gazing out at the blizzard. "What do you mean, private? How is this more private than any other room?" Mallory asked. "Unless you squirreled them away in your pockets, the Sundry couldn't have followed you here, correct?" Mrs. Brown asked, referring to the insect-like alien that made up a hivemind that had taken a marked interest in Mallory. "Oh. You're right," Mallory said

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'The biggest wake-up call was realising I would die with an unfinished to-do list.'