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Saga di Brian k. Vaughan e F. Staples è una storia e un fumetto meraviglioso! E se diventasse un film? La parola all’autore….
Pâques 1919, alors que les flots menaçant Perdido submergent cette petite ville du nord de l'Alabama, un clan de riches propriétaires terriens, les Caskey, doivent faire face aux avaries de leurs scieries, à la perte de leur bois et aux incalculables dégâts provoqués par l'implacable crue de la rivière Blackwater. Menés par Mary-Love, la puissante matriarche aux mille tours, et par Oscar, son fils dévoué, les Caskey s'apprêtent à se relever… mais c'est sans compter l'arrivée, aussi soudaine que mystérieuse, d'une séduisante étrangère, Elinor Dammert, jeune femme au passé trouble, dont le seul dessein semble être de vouloir conquérir sa place parmi les Caskey. Au-delà des manipulations et des rebondissements, de l'amour et de la haine, Michael McDowell (1950-1999), ¬co-créateur des mythiques Beetlejuice et L'Étrange Noël de Monsieur Jack, et auteur d'une trentaine de livres, réussit avec Blackwater à bâtir une saga en six romans aussi ¬addictive qu'une série Netflix, baignée d'une atmosphère unique et fascinante digne de Stephen King. Découvrez le premier épisode de Blackwater, une saga matriarcale avec une touche de surnaturel et un soupçon d'horreur. Au-delà des manipulations et des coups de théâtres, de l’amour et de la haine, Michael McDowell (1950-1999), docteur en littérature, collectionneur d’artefacts mortuaires, co-créateur des mythiques Beetlejuice et Étrange Noël de Monsieur Jack, et auteur d’une trentaine de romans, a réussi avec Blackwater à bâtir une série de six livres captivants à l’atmosphère unique, à la croisée de la saga familiale et du fantastique.
Saga saa uusia kollegoita.
The creators were worried there was nothing new to say, but Clavell's text served as a guiding light.
Huge bundle of resources! Video and audio clips included! These items are designed to be used in an AP Language and Composition course after students have a basic introduction to rhetoric. This zip file includes the materials needed to guide students through a close reading and analysis of The Declaration of Independence. It allows them to work in groups to identify key components of rhetoric while using the acronyms SOAPSTone and SOLD to guide them. The lesson culminates with students writing a rhetorical precis to demonstrate their understanding of the text. Included are the following: 1. A PowerPoint which walks students through the entire lesson and includes: audio and video clips to engage students in this historical document, a way to group students, answers to the SOAPSTone chart found on the student handout, and two rhetorical precis examples to show to students 2. The Declaration of Independence text - reformatted so that students can annotate according to the directions in the activity 3. The Declaration of Independence text for the teacher - provides thorough answers and explanations that correlate with what students are identifying and annotating 4. The Declaration of Independence handout for students - provides a step-by-step process for annotation of the text, a place to write answers, uses SOAPSTone and SOLD 5. Groups - place students into small groups of three by using the famous pictures provided (a second sheet of "King of England" pics can be used if you have an odd number of students) 6. Rhetorical Precis explanation handout
It's the Twilight renaissance, baby.
About The Saga of Gosta Berling The first new English translation in more than one hundred years of the Swedish Gone with the Wind A Penguin Classic In 1909, Selma Lagerlöf became the first woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. The Saga of Gösta Berling is her first and best-loved novel—and the basis for the 1924 silent film of the same name that launched Greta Garbo into stardom. A defrocked minister, Gösta Berling finds a home at Ekeby, an ironworks estate that also houses and assortment of eccentric veterans of the Napoleanic Wars. His defiant and poetic spirit proves magnetic to a string of women, who fall under his spell in this sweeping historical epic set against the backdrop of the magnificent wintry beauty of rural Sweden. For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,800 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.
A “superb fantasy saga” (Helene Wecker) of martial arts and magic, about what happens when a prophesied hero is not the chosen one after all—but has to work with a band of unlikely allies to save the kingdom anyway, from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Lives of Tao “An ambitious and touching exploration of disillusionment in faith, tradition, and family—a glorious reinvention of fantasy and wuxia tropes.”—Naomi Novik, New York Times bestselling author of A Deadly Education ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: Gizmodo, Kirkus Reviews, The Quill to Live So many stories begin the same way: With a prophecy. A chosen one. And the inevitable quest to slay a villain, save the kingdom, and fulfill a grand destiny. But this is not that kind of story. It does begin with a prophecy: A child will rise to defeat the Eternal Khan, a cruel immortal god-king, and save the kingdom. And that prophecy did anoint a hero, Jian, raised since birth in luxury and splendor, and celebrated before he has won a single battle. But that’s when the story hits its first twist: The prophecy is wrong. What follows is a story more wondrous than any prophecy could foresee, and with many unexpected heroes: Taishi, an older woman who is the greatest grandmaster of magical martial arts in the kingdom but who thought her adventuring days were all behind her; Sali, a straitlaced warrior who learns the rules may no longer apply when the leader to whom she pledged her life is gone; and Qisami, a chaotic assassin who takes a little too much pleasure in the kill. And Jian himself, who has to find a way to become what he no longer believes he can be—a hero after all. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593237656 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Random House Worlds Publication Date: 05-09-2023 Pages: 560 Product Dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 1.12(d) Series: The War Arts Saga #1About the Author Wesley Chu is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of twelve published novels, including Time Salvager, The Rise of Io, and The Walking Dead: Typhoon. He won the Astounding Award for Best New Writer. His debut, The Lives of Tao, won the Young Adult Library Services Association’s Alex Award. Chu is an accomplished martial artist and a former member of the Screen Actors Guild. He has acted in film and television, worked as a model and stuntman, and summited Kilimanjaro. He currently resides in Los Angeles with his wife, Paula, and their two boys, Hunter and River.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter One Broken Toys The line of broken soldiers stretched out of the training pit and around the arena, spilling out onto the streets. They came in all types and sizes: men, women, tall, short, fat, emaciated, and with varying numbers of limbs. A few were fully armored, others only in loincloths. All looked like they had stared death in the face and wished not to have survived it. Ling Taishi leaned over the balcony overlooking the pit. Most of the soldiers—volunteer fodder—kept their eyes low and their shoulders slumped, working hard to avoid attention and hide their defects, inside and out. Taishi could tell what ailed them with just a glance, not that she cared. She had run out of pity years ago. The more pressing thought on her mind as she scanned their ranks was how this rabble could possibly put up a fight against anyone. An official with his beard trimmed and oiled to a point approached her, his gold-laced crimson robe flapping against his knees. The broccoli shape of his tall black hat placed him as the high lord of the palace. “It is time, emissary. Please allow me to escort you to your seat. I have arranged refreshments. Peaches from my own estates, harvested just a season ago and spirited here for your pleasure.” Taishi struggled to recall his name. “Thank you, Palacelord Faaru.” The palacelord led her across the balcony toward an elevated dais, rambling on about his stupid fruit the entire time. “They are so succulent you will believe it is nectar from heaven. My orchards are renowned among all of the Enlightened States.” Taishi’s face drooped further with each passing description. If the man was as good with training boys as he was with selling fruit, the world could rest easy. Fortunately, it was a short walk to her seat. She sat down on a bed of cushions reserved for high-ranking officials and guests of the court. Taishi technically held no rank and belonged to no court. She had been sent here as an emissary by one of her former students, who also happened to be both her landlord and her actual lord. Saan, the Duke of Shulan, wanted her to appraise how the Prophesied Hero of the Tiandi’s education was coming along. She had wanted to refuse the assignment, but the terms he offered were too good to pass up: tax exemption for life and not going to jail for refusing her duke. Taishi was not a big fan of taxes or imprisonment. As soon as she settled in, the rest of the crowds on the balcony took their places in the tier below her platform. The arena was surprisingly packed for a simple training session. Taishi wondered how many in the audience were actually paid spectators. As Faaru had promised, a servant appeared with a platter of peaches piled in a pyramid, and placed it on the small table next to her. Taishi was tempted to grab one from the bottom, or better yet wave it off, but being old and irritable was no excuse for poor manners. She plucked the top one and absently bit into it as the guards below cleared the training pit. She stopped and stared at the golden juice sticking to her fingers. By the Queen’s rotted ovaries, the man wasn’t lying. These are damn good peaches. The palacelord appeared out of nowhere and hovered nearby as she gnawed on the peach, his eyes staring intently. He was sneaky for such a large man. Taishi fought the urge to spit the peach out and sour her face, but there was no sense in wasting quality fruit. She had to give the man his due and so offered him a slight tilt of his head. The palacelord beamed. The training session was about to begin. Somewhere above, drums rumbled as the lazy and scattered applause from the crowd betrayed their true enthusiasm for the event. Taishi failed to mask her growing irritation. She checked the water clock at the time table. It was nearly noon. Half the day was already wasted. The first group of toy soldiers paraded into the pit and milled about, uncertain and disorganized. They were ten volunteers in a random assortment of weapons and armor, no two looking like they belonged in the same unit. Taishi pitied this pathetic bunch, these loyal soldiers of the States who hadn’t died in the war, but hadn’t necessarily survived it either. Now they were left to eke out a living the only way they could: becoming training toys to a boy playing war. There was the pikeman with the distant stare. The swordswoman with the shaking hands. The young man missing the rest of his arm below the elbow cowering behind her . . . Taishi shifted her own mangled arm hanging useless by her side. Well, one should never underestimate a cripple. The training overseer stood and clapped his hands. “You all have the honor of aiding in the training of the undefeated Champion of the Five Under Heaven, the terror of the Katuia Hordes, and the savior of the Zhuun people. Fight bravely, but remember your place. The penalty for injuring him is death. The penalty for drawing his blood is death. The penalty for refusing to engage is death.” The overseer continued, rambling off another ten or fifteen rules. By the time he was done, Taishi wasn’t sure how any fighting was possible. “Any questions?” he intoned. The small group looked dejected, and as baffled as she was. One woman wearing half the banded armor of a light cavalry unit raised her spear. “What if he’s about to kill us?” “Then die honorably. Try not to if you want to get paid.” “Wait,” another asked. “He can attack us, but we can’t attack him?” This had to be his first day. The training overseer sounded hassled. “Of course you are allowed to fight back. Just don’t injure him.” Faaru leaned in. “Are you enjoying the delicacies, emissary?” Her muffled slurp was answer enough. She helped herself to a second peach and slipped a third into her pocket. He gestured toward the pile of peaches. “If you wish for more, emissary, you need only ask.” The palacelord was being awfully pushy about his silly fruit. Then she noticed the decorations on the plate. A long string of gold liang looping through the peaches at the base. The coins, ducalstamped from the Gyian mint, formed a glimmering yellow snake linked together through each liang’s square hole. That much money was more than enough to pay off most emissaries. Far too generous, in fact, which made Taishi only more suspicious. She looked back at Faaru, and his smile widened until the corners of his mouth nearly touched his long earlobes. There was a reason Saan had sent her instead of the usual court buffoon. Taishi ignored the bribe and turned her attention back to the pit. “Get on with this. I have other things to do with my day.” Like soaking my feet in a hot bucket. He stiffened and gestured to the overseer. “As you wish, emissary.” The overseer began to speak again, his voice carrying across the arena. “Behold, Wen Jian, the Prophesied Hero of Legend, the savior of the Zhuun people, the one foretold by the Tiandi Prophets, under the sign of a thousand stars, to fulfill his destiny and lead the mighty armies of the Enlightened States to victory over the terrible, evil, savage hordes of the Katuia Clans, break the immortality of their Eternal Khan, and bring everlasting peace to the Children of Zhuun. Bear witness . . .” Taishi rolled her eyes. So much stupid pomp. She mouthed silently and carried her whisper on the wind to the man’s ear. “Skip the rest.” The overseer’s voice cracked. He glanced around and then cleared his throat. “Let the round begin.” There were still a few seconds of excessive drumbeating and f
Still Team Jacob, sorry!
Will the past become our future? Is humankind destined to repeat the events that occurred on another planet, far away from Earth? Zecharia Sitchin's bestselling series The Earth Chronicles provided humanity's side of the story-as recorded on ancient clay tablets and other Sumerian artifacts—concerning our origins at the hands of the Anunnaki, “those who from heaven to earth came.” In The Lost Book of Enki, we can view this saga from a different perspective through this richly conceived autobiographical account of Lord Enki, an Anunnaki god, who tells the story of these extraterrestrials' arrival on Earth from the 12th planet Nibiru. The object of their colonization: gold to replenish the dying atmosphere of their home planet. Finding this precious metal results in the Anunnaki creation of homo sapiens—the human race—to mine this important resource. In his previous works, Sitchin compiled the complete story of the Anunnaki's impact on human civilization in peacetime and in war from the fragments scattered throughout Sumerian, Akkadian, Babylonian, Assyrian, Hittite, Egyptian, Canaanite, and Hebrew sources—the "myths" of all ancient peoples in the old world as well as the new. Missing from these accounts, however, was the perspective of the Anunnaki themselves. What was life like on their own planet? What motives propelled them to settle on Earth-and what drove them from their new home? Convinced of the existence of a now lost book that formed the basis of ancient Sumerian texts holding the answers to these questions, the author began his search for evidence. Through exhaustive research of primary sources, he has here re-created tales as the memoirs of Enki, the leader of these first "astronauts." What takes shape is the story of a world of mounting tensions, deep rivalries, and sophisticated scientific knowledge that is only today being confirmed. An epic tale of gods and men unfolds, challenging every assumption we hold about our creation, our past, and our future. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781879181830 Media Type: Hardcover Publisher: Inner Traditions/Bear & Company Publication Date: 10-01-2001 Pages: 336 Product Dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.90(d)About the Author Zecharia Sitchin (1920-2010), an eminent Orientalist and biblical scholar, was born in Russia and grew up in Palestine, where he acquired a profound knowledge of modern and ancient Hebrew, other Semitic and European languages, the Old Testament, and the history and archaeology of the Near East. A graduate of the University of London with a degree in economic history, he worked as a journalist and editor in Israel for many years prior to undertaking his life’s work—The Earth Chronicles. One of the few scholars able to read the clay tablets and interpret ancient Sumerian and Akkadian, Sitchin based The Earth Chronicles series on the texts and pictorial evidence recorded by the ancient civilizations of the Near East. His books have been widely translated, reprinted in paperback editions, converted to Braille for the blind, and featured on radio and television programs.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Introduction Some 445,000 years ago, astronauts from another planet came to Earth in search of gold. Splashing down in one of Earth’s seas, they waded ashore and established Eridu, “Home in the Faraway.” In time the initial settlement expanded to a full-fledged Mission Earth—with a Mission Control Center, a spaceport, mining operations, and even a way station on Mars. Short of manpower, the astronauts employed genetic engineering to fashion Primitive Workers—Homo sapiens. The Deluge that catastrophically swept over the Earth required a fresh start; the astronauts became gods, granting Mankind civilization, teaching it to worship. Then, about four thousand years ago, all that had been achieved unraveled in a nuclear calamity, brought about by the visitors to Earth in the course of their own rivalries and wars. What had taken place on Earth, and especially the events since human history began, has been culled by Zecharia Sitchin, in his The Earth Chronicles Series, from the Bible, clay tablets, ancient myths, and archaeological discoveries. But what had preceded the events on Earth—what had taken place on the astronauts’ own planet Nibiru that caused the space journeys, the need for gold, the creation of Man? Would it not be auspicious were one of the key players, an eyewitness and one who could distinguish between Fate and Destiny, to record for posterity the How and Where and When and Why of it all—the First Things and perhaps the Last Things? But that is precisely what some of them did do; and foremost among them was the very leader who had commanded the first group of astronauts! Scholars and theologians alike now recognize that the biblical tales of Creation, of Adam and Eve, the Garden of Eden, the Deluge, the Tower of Babel, were based on texts written down millennia earlier in Mesopotamia, especially by the Sumerians. And they, in turn, clearly stated that they obtained their knowledge of past events—many from a time before civilizations began, even before Mankind came to be—from the writings of the Anunnaki (“Those Who from Heaven to Earth Came”)—the “gods” of antiquity. As a result of a century and a half of archaeological discoveries in the ruins of the ancient civilizations, especially in the Near East, a great number of such early texts have been found; the finds have also revealed the extent of missing texts—so-called lost books—which are either mentioned in discovered texts or are inferred from such texts, or that are known to have existed because they were cataloged in royal or temple libraries. An oft-quoted example of the extent of lost books is that of the famed Library of Alexandria in Egypt. Established by the general Ptolemy after Alexander’s death in 323 B.C., it was said to have contained more than half a million “volumes”—books inscribed on a variety of materials (clay, stone, papyrus, parchment). That great library, where scholars gathered to study the accumulated knowledge, was burnt down and destroyed in wars that extended from 48 B.C. to the Arab conquest in A.D. 642. What has remained of its treasures is a translation of the first five books of the Hebrew Bible into Greek, and fragments retained in the writings of some of the library’s resident scholars. It is only thus that we know that the second king Ptolemy commissioned, circa 270 B.C., an Egyptian priest whom the Greeks called Manetho to compile the history and prehistory of Egypt. At first, Manetho wrote, only the gods reigned there, then demigods, and finally, circa 3100 B.C., Pharaonic dynasties began. The divine reigns, he wrote, began ten thousand years before the Flood and continued for thousands of years thereafter, the latter period having witnessed battles and wars among the gods. One who had been an eyewitness to all those events, indeed a key participant in them, was the leader who had splashed down with the first group of astronauts. That he had recorded his autobiography is certain, for a long text (stretching over at least twelve tablets) discovered in the library of Nippur quotes Enki’s sayings. Numerous other texts that relate varied aspects of Enki’s role in the ensuing developments serve to complete Enki’s tale; they include a cosmogony, an Epic of Creation, at whose core lay Enki’s own text, which scholars call The Eridu Genesis. For the first time ever, this dispersed and fragmented material has been assembled and used by Zecharia Sitchin to re-create the eyewitness account of Enki—the autobiographical memoirs and insightful prophecies of an extraterrestrial god. In dealing with the past, Enki himself perceived the future. The notion that the Anunnaki, exercising free will, were masters of their own fates (as well as the fate of Mankind) gave way, in the end, to a realization that it was Destiny that, when all was said and done, determined the course of events; and therefore—as the Hebrew Prophets had recognized—the First Things shall be the Last Things. The record of events dictated by Enki thus becomes a foundation for Prophecy, and the Past becomes the Future. Synopsis of the Second Tablet Alalu’s flight in a nuclear-armed spacecraft He sets his course to Ki, the seventh planet (Earth) Why he expects to find gold on Earth The solar-system’s cosmogony; Tiamat’s water and gold The appearance of Nibiru from outer space The Celestial Battle and Tiamat’s breakup Earth, half of Tiamat, inherits her waters and gold Kingu, Tiamat’s main satellite, becomes the Moon of Earth Nibiru is destined to forever orbit the Sun Alalu’s arrival and landing on Earth Alalu, discovering gold, holds Nibiru’s fate in his hands Show More What People are Saying What People are Saying About This R. John Allcorn "The story is compelling, drawing readers into the world of extraterrestrials, gods, and ancient events in a way that seems a combination of reading that daily paper and indulging in popular fiction. Reading The Lost Book of Enki is a truly unique, intellectual, and pleasurable experience to recommend to customers looking for something a little different." Don Ecker "This book is another brilliant example of Sitchin's scholarship. I found it exciting reading, and give it my highest recommendation. The Lost Book of Enki . . . has an impact that will generate discussions all over the globe. Table of Contents Table of Contents Introduction Attestation The Words of Lord Enki The First Tablet The Second Tablet The Third Tablet The Fourth Tablet The Fifth Tablet The Sixth Tablet The Seventh Tablet The Eighth Tablet The Ninth Tablet The Tenth Tablet The Eleventh Tablet The Twelfth Tablet The Thirteenth Tablet The Fourteenth Tablet Glossary
