2019, ISBN: 9781439156353

Pocket Books. Very Good. 4 x 0.75 x 7 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 200 pages. <br>Intendant Kira, Overseer for the entire Klingon-Ca rdassian Alliance, must deal with Deanna… Plus…

Pocket Books. Very Good. 4 x 0.75 x 7 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 200 pages. <br>Intendant Kira, Overseer for the entire Klingon-Ca rdassian Alliance, must deal with Deanna Troi, the ambitious cons ort of Regent Worf, and B'Elanna Torres, half-human Intendant of the Sol System, as she enters into a dangerous liaison with Annik a Hansen, an undercover agent of the Obsidian Order, who has orde rs to kill Kira. Original. Editorial Reviews Excerpt. ® Reprint ed by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One For the firs t time, Deanna Troi was uncomfortable on the bridge of the Negh'V ar, the flagship of the Alliance Armada. Next to her, Regent Worf reclined on his imposing command chair. The rest of the Klingon crew stood at their stations around the long narrow bridge. Tro i didn't have a station. As Intendant of Betazed, she wasn't offi cially part of the Negh'Var's crew. Instead, she preferred to sta nd near the support beams directly to Worf's left, close enough t hat he could speak to her privately or she could make suggestions . The bridge was darkened except for the display panels, so she w as shadowed and thus could observe the officers. But her joy at being by her Imzadi was ruined by the presence of Kira Nerys. Tr oi had never imagined Kira would join them on the Negh'Var. When Worf had heard that the new Overseer was making a grand tour of the shipping lines through the former Terran Empire, he changed c ourse to intercept Kira's starship. He insisted he must observe h er activities. Troi couldn't argue with that. Yet within days o f meeting up with the Siren's Song, Kira's ship was docked in the largest launching bay on board the Negh'Var. At eight decks high , the Siren's Song was really too big for the cavernous bay, but somehow Kira had wedged it in there. One morning Troi woke up and found that Kira had moved her crew, staff, and slaves into quart ers on the Negh'Var. She did not appear to be in any hurry to lea ve. Kira had even appropriated a spot on the bridge directly op posite from Troi, on the other side of Worf. Whenever Troi looked at Worf, she couldn't help but see Kira, her short red hair inco ngruous on the somber bridge. It was galling to be outflanked on her own ship. Kira had been nothing but a nuisance since she had become Overseer. Troi's last attempt at getting rid of Kira had been destroyed by the death of Winn Adami. She wasn't sure who h ad killed Winn. The only evidence was a Klingon knife. But Troi s uspected that Kira had something to do with it. Kira didn't try t o hide her satisfaction that her political rival on Bajor was gon e. Suddenly Kira laughed out loud, making a comment about the D ohlman of Elas to Worf. She acts like a painted replica! Troi s ensed sexual overtones in Kira's use of the word replica. It made Troi narrow her eyes while Worf grunted in amusement. A moment a go he had been irritated because the young Dohlman of Elas was re sisting his demands for additional vessels to accompany the Armad a as an honor guard through their sector. But Kira seemed capable of charming Worf at almost any time. Troi normally would have been enjoying Worf's display of strength in appropriating the Doh lman's vessels. But instead, she hardly paid attention as double disruptor beams suddenly pierced one of the tiny vessels, blowing it up in a burst of blue-orange heat. Sparkling debris showered over the bridge dome, reminding Troi of the gorgeous meteor showe rs on Betazed II. She had watched them every night from the cliff s of New Hope while she had waited for Worf to return from Bajor last time. Maybe she was thinking more about the revised plans for New Hope that her architect had sent for approval, because Wo rf's heart wasn't in this confrontation. Much of his anger had be en drained by the glorious battle against the Romulans in the nam e of Duras. With fresh legions fighting on the front, continuing to press the Romulans back, the victory had been enough to assure Duras a place in Sto'Vo'Kor. Worf had then gone to Terok Nor, wh ere Kira had welcomed the victorious warriors. After he returned, he had actually been...mellow. Troi yawned as the screen showe d the proud Elasian beauty humbling herself and begging Worf's fo rgiveness for the delay. Worf could lay waste to much of the Elas ian territory if he chose, but Troi sensed his boredom. He was pr obably thinking, Why bother? Kira said, I suppose this means we' ll shift the trade route closer to the Lissepians and choke the E lasians into proper obedience. Worf agreed, The Dohlman will le arn her place in the Alliance. Without glancing at Troi, he order ed, Change course to the Lissepian sector. As Worf's crew insta ntly obeyed their commander, Troi exerted every bit of empathy sh e possessed to sense what Kira was feeling now. The Bajoran was e xcited by Worf's display of power and the destruction of the Elas ian vessel. Her fiercely sensual reaction disturbed Troi. It was too much like her own emotional rapport with Worf. Kira was cle arly engaged in a rivalry with her for Worf's attention. In many ways she had already managed to interfere in their relationship. Just last night, shortly after Troi had dismissed Keiko, she and Worf had been interrupted by a request from Kira. Worf had disapp eared for almost an hour before returning to her bed. Sir! Firs t Officer Koloth announced. We are receiving a message from the G roumall, requesting permission to rendezvous with the Alliance Ar mada. Gul Dukat! Kira exclaimed, her voice filled with loathing . The first officer confirmed, I have the Groumall on long-rang e sensors. Tell him to get lost, Kira said with a wave of her h and. Who wants him around? Worf frowned, pulling thoughtfully o n his beard. Troi felt a quickening of hope. Worf had fallen in to the habit of doing whatever Kira suggested. But this time, he clearly thought it wiser to not offend a fellow Alliance member. From the way he glanced at Kira, he also didn't like her arrogant assumption that he would do whatever she said. Request granted , Worf told his first officer. But what about the festival you' ve been planning? Kira asked sweetly. Dukat will ruin it. Worf clearly had not considered the Kot'Baval Festival, but he almost never rescinded an order. He slumped deeper in his chair, scowlin g. But Kira laughed and shrugged it off. Who knows? Maybe Dukat w ill get drunk and turn out to be the life of the party. Troi co uld tell that Kira really didn't care about Dukat joining them. H er objection had been as fleeting as her other desires. Troi foun d that flightiness difficult to understand. As an empath, she was accustomed to judging actions according to people's emotional mo tivation. But Kira used her feelings as a playground. Emotions we re called up and romped around, but nothing was taken seriously. Troi didn't know what was important to Kira, but she was certainl y determined to find out. If she didn't do something fast, Kira c ould fascinate Worf beyond Troi's powers to combat. The Kot'Bava l Festival celebrated the ancient victory of Molar the Unforgetta ble over Kahless. Worf and one of his strongest warriors reenacte d the fifteen-hundred-year-old ritual of Kahless attacking Molar with a strange new weapon called the bat'leth. Molar, with his su perior strength, wrested the weapon from Kahless and slew the con tender for his claim to the Klingon Empire. Troi's mood was lif ted by the high spirits of the Klingon crew, but having seen this particular ritual enacted many times before, she was not really moved. Even with the blade singing through the air, passing withi n a hairsbreadth of Worf's chest, she was hardly concerned. She k new exactly which move Worf would make to parry the thrust and wr est the bat'leth away. She liked things raw and unpredictable, bu t Worf cherished his rituals. Now that the battle had been comp leted, Worf was at the front of the hall, drinking and talking lo udly among his warriors. Both men and women butted their heads in merry disregard for their skulls. The smell of sweat and leather competed with the swirling smoke from the lanterns. For a moment , Troi forgot they were on a starship. The few non-Klingon gues ts seemed out of place, clearly lacking Troi's unique ability to meld into any situation. Kira Nerys was drinking with the second officer, while her Terran slave solemnly surveyed the riotous cre w. A few male Rutians, with their distinctive white streaks of ha ir, gathered to one side of the hall. They drank large flagons of bloodwine, and seemed to be handling the intoxicant well. The most unusual presence in the great hall of the flagship was Gul D ukat and his aides. Troi vividly remembered Dukat's reaction at t he Alliance gathering when Kira was named Overseer of the fallen Terran Empire. His outrage and sense of betrayal had been palpabl e, though he hardly moved a muscle. Troi had been pleasantly surp rised by his reaction. It was not often that Cardassians revealed themselves so clearly. Their deceptive natures led them to hide their most cherished desires even from themselves. It was the ult imate way to keep their enemies from discovering their weak point s. So Troi was pleased that Gul Dukat had joined them for the K ot'Baval Festival. Dukat certainly acted like an ally rather than an enemy. His pleasant smile and gently clasped fingers betrayed nothing but polite interest in the ritual. His face was a pale g reenish-gray spot among the dark Klingons, and the crew instincti vely avoided the table where the Cardassians were seated. Kira came toward Troi laughing, the effects of the bloodwine clear in her step. But even tipsy, she managed to look seductive with her knowing smile and swaying hips. Kira wore a black skin-suit, simi lar to the Klingon uniform Troi preferred. So Troi had begun wear ing dresses to avoid comparisons. Worf had complimented her on he r vibrant blue dress, cut to a deep V over one breast. He had enc ircled her waist with his hands, lifting her for a kiss. As he sw ung her around, her hair had loosened and came tumbling down arou nd her shoulders. He insisted she leave the long dark curls free, gently kissing one tress before leaving the privacy of their qua rters. Feeling smug, Troi allowed Kira to approach. The Bajoran had been drinking quite a bit and would perhaps reveal more than she intended. Come on, Seven! Kira called teasingly. Turning t o Troi, she added, She's afraid of you. Afraid you'll read her mi nd. Sorry to disappoint you, Troi told both Kira and the statue sque blond Terran. But I'm not telepathic. Maybe not, Kira agre ed. But everyone says you know what people think. She grabbed Sev en's hand and pulled her even closer to Troi. I bet you can't fig ure out Seven... Troi was offended. She's your Terran slave. No! Kira laughed out loud, drawing attention to them. Seven's a F ree-Terran. Troi considered Seven in spite of herself. Her own concealed half-Terran heritage usually made her avoid the few Fre e-Terrans she encountered. At a glance, she could tell this woman was unique. She was quite tall, and dressed for the occasion in a Cardassian military uniform. The strong diagonal lines made a d ramatic counterpoint to her serene expression. Her attitude was g ood -- her hands were clasped behind her back and her boots sprea d as if she was poised to defend herself. Troi could sense a touc h of inner uneasiness, though her full lips never trembled. When they began to receive more attention from the boisterous Klingons , Troi got the impression that Seven was always this self-possess ed. Several of the Klingons were suggesting, not so quietly, what they could do with a woman like Seven. But the Terran ignored th em. She's not what she seems, Troi said briefly. That's amazi ng! Kira exclaimed. You're right. Seven may look Terran, but she was raised as a Cardassian. I was talking to Gul Dukat over there . She jerked a thumb in his direction. In response, he stood up a nd began to approach. He knows the family Seven used to live with . Ghemor is on the Detapa Council now. What are you doing so fa r from Cardassia? Troi politely asked Seven. Nerys invited me t o come with her on the tour, Seven replied. Kira let out an una pologetic yawn as she languorously stretched. And now it's time t o leave. Come on, my dear. The company around here is not to my t aste. This last was said with a glance over her shoulder at the a pproaching Gul Dukat. Kira glided away before Dukat reached the m, swinging her hips in suggestive appeal. Seven supported her ar m, staunchly clearing a way through the staggering Klingons. Troi felt no animosity from Kira. There was nothing but curiosity and , after Troi's assessment of Seven, admiration for her empathic s kill. Gul Dukat arrived in time to look after Kira's retreating form. His eye ridges were drawn in displeasure. Troi was reminde d of that unguarded moment at the Alliance gathering when his emo tions ran strong. You are distressed, Troi quietly said. No. Dukat quickly covered his momentary lapse of attention with a cor dial smile. It's natural for you to feel betrayed, Troi assured him. First Kira seized the Intendant's post without your approva l, and now she has taken the Overseer's position from you. I wa s her commanding officer, Dukat said by way of explanation. His u rbane demeanor belied his warrior's armor, and she wondered if he was a good fighter. Assessing him quickly, she decided that thou gh he was imposing and physically well-formed, his temperament wa s compelled toward covert manipulation rather than hand-to-hand c ombat. Troi ventured a light laugh. Perhaps you and Kira were c loser than fellow officers. Now his smile grew cold. Not likely . Troi was tempted to push this line of questioning, feeling hi s response despite his negative reply. He did feel an attraction for Kira, perhaps even tenderness. Unusual for a xenophobic Carda ssian. But before Troi could continue, Dukat gestured. Look at her with the Regent. Troi slowly turned, having steeled herself to never reveal her jealousy. That would be her undoing. Yet she knew that she was going to be sorely tested. Kira was leaning on Worf's arm, her curvaceous body bumping into him as she laughe d. Worf supported her when she nearly collapsed in mirth, while h e tossed back his head and joined in. Troi so rarely saw Worf lau gh, and it made her nervous. He was off his guard tonight, and sh e knew Kira had something to do with it, Pocket Books, 2001, 3, London England: Harper Coillins. Very Good. 2012. 2nd Impreesion. Soft Cover. 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall 0007916361 Paperback Paperback Michael Morpurgo How far would you go to find yourself? The lyrical, life-affirming new novel from the bestselling author of Private Peaceful There were dozens of us on the ship, all ages, boys and girls, and we were all up on deck for the leaving of Liverpool, gulls wheeling and crying over our heads, calling good-bye, I thought they were waving good-bye. None of us spoke. It was a grey day with drizzle in the air, the great sad cranes bowing to the ship from the docks as we steamed past. That is all I remember of England... When orphaned Arthur Hobhouse is shipped to Australia after WWII he loses his sister, his country and everything he knows. The coming years will test him to his limits, as he endures mistreatment, neglect and forced labour in the Australian outback. But Arthur is also saved, again and again, by his love of the sea. And when he meets a nurse whose father owns a boat-building business, all the pieces of his broken life come together. Now, at the end of his life, Arthur has built a special boat for his daughter Allie, whose love of the sea is as strong and as . (We carry a wide selection of titles in The Arts, Theology, History, Politics, Social and Physical Sciences. academic and scholarly books and Modern First Editions etc.) ., Harper Coillins, 2012, 3, US: Penguin Random House Llc, 2019. Paperback. Very Good. A copy that has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged. When a hang-gliding stranger is found fatally injured in the cliffs above M onterey Bay, the investigation into his death becomes a cluttered mess. Pro fessional organizer Maggie McDonald must sort the clues to catch a coastal killer before her family becomes a target . . . Maggie has her work cut out for her helping Renée Alvarez organize her prop erty management office. Though the condominium complex boasts a prime locat ion on the shores of the Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary, aging buil dings and the high-maintenance tenants have Renée run ragged. But Maggie's efforts are complicated when her sons attempt to rescue a badly injured man who crashed his ultra-light on the coastal cliffs. Despite their efforts to save him, the man dies. Maggie's family members be come the prime suspects in a murder investigation and the target of a lawsu it. Her instincts say something's out of place, but solving a murder won't be easy. Maggie still needs to manage her business, the pushy press, and un wanted interest from criminal elements. Controlling chaos is her specialty, but with this killer's crime wave, Maggie may be left hanging . . . "A skillful amateur detective with an impressive to-do list." -Kirkus Reviews, STARRED REVIEW, Address to Die For., Penguin Random House Llc, 2019, 3, US: Pocket Star, 2003. Paperback. Good. Fans of TV's CSI: Crime Scene Investigation should be in heaven" (People) stepping into the world of forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan, star of Kathy Reichs' electrifyingly authentic bestsellers. A harrowing excavation unearths a chilling tragedy never laid to rest. They are "the disappeared," twenty-three massacre victims buried in a well in the Guatemalan village of Chupan Ya two decades ago. Leading a team of experts on a meticulous, heartbreaking dig, Tempe Brennan pieces together the violence of the past. But a fresh wave of terror begins when the horrific sounds of a fatal attack on two colleagues come in on a blood-chilling satellite call. Teaming up with Special Crimes Investigator Bartolomé Galiano and Montreal detective Andrew Ryan, Tempe quickly becomes enmeshed in the cases of four privileged young women who have vanished from Guatemala City - and finds herself caught in deadly territory where power, money, greed, and science converge., Pocket Star, 2003, 2.5, US: Ballantine Books, 2006. Paperback. Very Good. A crisp clean softcover, no markings throughout: Until I Find You is the story of the actor Jack Burns - his life, loves, ce lebrity and astonishing search for the truth about his parents. When he is four years old, Jack travels with his mother Alice, a tattoo art ist, to several North Sea ports in search of his father, William Burns. Fro m Copenhagen to Amsterdam, William, a brilliant church organist and proflig ate womanizer, is always a step ahead - has always just departed in a wave of scandal, with a new tattoo somewhere on his body from a local master or "scratcher." Alice and Jack abandon their quest, and Jack is educated at schools in Cana da and New England - including, tellingly, a girls' school in Toronto. His real education consists of his relationships with older women - from Emma O astler, who initiates him into erotic life, to the girls of St. Hilda's, wi th whom he first appears on stage, to the abusive Mrs. Machado, whom he fir st meets when sent to learn wrestling at a local gym. Too much happens in this expansive, eventful novel to possibly summarize it all. Emma and Jack move to Los Angeles, where Emma becomes a successful novelist and Jack a promising actor. A host of eccentric minor characters memorably come and go, including Jack's hilariously confused teacher the Wurtz; Michelle Maher, the girlfriend he will never forget; and a precocious child Jack finds in the back of an Audi in a restaurant parking lot. We learn about tattoo addiction and movie cross-dressing, "sleeping in the needles" and the cure for cauliflower ears. And John Irving renders his protagonist's unusual rise through Hollywood with t., Ballantine Books, 2006, 3, US: Harper, 2012. Paperback. Very Good. To discover the sweetest things in life, you sometimes have to lose your wa y...It's easy to fall in love with the beautiful town of Redstone - the loc als wave and chat to each other, the shops and cafes are full of cheerful h ustle and bustle. And amidst all this activity, two women believe they are getting on just fine. Francesca's boundless energy help her to take everyth ing in her stride, including a husband who has lost his job and the unwelco me arrival of the menopause, which has kicked in - full throttle. Peggy has always been a restless spirit. But now, focused and approaching thirty, sh e has opened her own knitting shop on the town's high street. It's a dream come true, but she still feels adrift. When Australian-raised Lillie finall y makes it back home to Ireland, she is drawn right into the heart of Redst one's thriving community. But what she thought would be an ending is actual ly just a beginning; all of Lillie's hard-earned wisdom will soon be called into play as she helps new friends navigate unchartered territory., Harper, 2012, 3, New York: Ballantine Books. As New. 2007. First Paperback Edition. Mass Market Paperback. No spine crease. Full number line 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. . 416 pages. Summer vacation becomes a season in hell for an ordinary family who unwittingly stir something invisible, insidious, and insatiable from its secret slumber–unleashing a wave of horror only the darkest evil could create, that only a master of spine-tingling terror like John Saul could orchestrate. For deep in the shadows in the dark of the night lurks something as big as life . . . and as real as death. It has waited seven years for someone to come back to the rambling lakeside house called Pinecrest, which has stood empty since its last owner went missing. For upscale Chicago couple Dan and Merrill Brewster, the old midwestern manse is an ideal retreat, and for their kids, Eric and Marci, it’s the perfect place to spend a lazy summer exploring. Which is how Eric and his teenage friends discover the curious cache of discarded objects stowed in a hidden room of Pinecrest’s carriage house. The bladeless hacksaws, shadeless lamps, tables with missing legs, headless axe handle, and other unremarkable items add up to a pile of junk. Yet someone took the trouble to inventory each worthless relic in a cryptic ledger. It has all the makings of a great mystery–whispering, coaxing, demanding to be solved. But the more the boys devote themselves to restoring the forgotten possessions and piecing together the puzzle behind them, the more their fascination deepens into obsession. Soon their days are consumed with tending the strange, secret collection–while their nights become plagued by ever more ghastly dreams, nightmares that soon seep into reality. And when a horrifying discovery surfaces, so does the chilling truth–about the terrifying events that rocked the town seven years before, the mysterious disappearance of Pinecrest’s last resident, and a twisted legacy with a malevolent life of its own . . . and a bottomless hunger for new victims. ., Ballantine Books, 2007, 5, -: Penguin Books, 2012. None. Paperback. Very Good. -. If you had one wish this Christmas, what would it be? Sarah wishes not to be lonely. She shouldn`t be - not with Eddie, her husband, and their two children by her side ... but since Sarah waved farewell to the bright lights of the big city and moved to a picture perfect home in the country, her marriage is missing its usual sparkle. So when Eddie`s job takes him away from home shortly before Christmas, the enforced break in their relationship - while tricky - probably couldn`t have come at a better time. But will his absence make her heart grow fonder? And if so, for whom? As seasonal cheer begins to flow, Sarah discovers rather a lot can happen in one holiday ... especially when it`s Christmas. Jane Green and her friends are delighted to bring you this enchanting trio of tales for the holiday - stories about falling headlong in love and the miracle of second chances., Penguin Books, 2012, 3, Behind the well-known U.S. security organizations the FBI and CIA among themlies a heavily guarded, anonymous government agency dedicated to intelligence surveillance and to a highly specialized brand of citizen protection.Shock waves of alarm ripple through the clandestine agency when Washington, D.C., police detective Ryan Kessler inexplicably becomes the target of Henry Loving, a seasoned, ruthless lifter hired to obtain information using whatever means necessary. While Loving is deft at torture, his expertise lies in getting an edge on his victim leverage usually by kidnapping or threatening family until the primary caves under pressure.The job of keeping the Kessler family alive falls to a man named Corte, a senior federal protection officer known as a shepherd. Uncompromising, relentlessly devoted to protecting those in his care and a passionate board game aficionado, he applies brilliant gaming strategy to his work. For Corte, the reappearance of Loving the man who, six years earlier, had tortured and killed someone close to him is also an opportunity to avenge his friend's death. The assignment soon escalates into a fast-paced duel between Corte and Loving, a dangerous volley of wits and calculated risks.As he shepherds the Kesslers to a concealed safe house, Corte must anticipate Loving's every step as the lifter moves in on his prey, and with the help of razor-sharp investigator Claire DuBois and his longtime ally, FBI agent Paul Fredericks, pinpoint which of Kessler's seemingly insignificant cases has triggered Loving's return. As the team digs deeper, each of the Kesslers comes under close scrutiny, and in captivity their family bonds are stretched to the breaking point as the lifter draws near, Corte must ultimately choose between protecting his charges and exposing them to a killer in the name of long-awaited revenge., Simon & Schuster, 2010-11, 6<

2010, ISBN: 9781439156353

Behind the well-known U.S. security organizations the FBI and CIA among themlies a heavily guarded, anonymous government agency dedicated to intelligence surveillance and to a highly spec… Plus…

Behind the well-known U.S. security organizations the FBI and CIA among themlies a heavily guarded, anonymous government agency dedicated to intelligence surveillance and to a highly specialized brand of citizen protection.Shock waves of alarm ripple through the clandestine agency when Washington, D.C., police detective Ryan Kessler inexplicably becomes the target of Henry Loving, a seasoned, ruthless lifter hired to obtain information using whatever means necessary. While Loving is deft at torture, his expertise lies in getting an edge on his victim leverage usually by kidnapping or threatening family until the primary caves under pressure.The job of keeping the Kessler family alive falls to a man named Corte, a senior federal protection officer known as a shepherd. Uncompromising, relentlessly devoted to protecting those in his care and a passionate board game aficionado, he applies brilliant gaming strategy to his work. For Corte, the reappearance of Loving the man who, six years earlier, had tortured and killed someone close to him is also an opportunity to avenge his friend's death. The assignment soon escalates into a fast-paced duel between Corte and Loving, a dangerous volley of wits and calculated risks.As he shepherds the Kesslers to a concealed safe house, Corte must anticipate Loving's every step as the lifter moves in on his prey, and with the help of razor-sharp investigator Claire DuBois and his longtime ally, FBI agent Paul Fredericks, pinpoint which of Kessler's seemingly insignificant cases has triggered Loving's return. As the team digs deeper, each of the Kesslers comes under close scrutiny, and in captivity their family bonds are stretched to the breaking point as the lifter draws near, Corte must ultimately choose between protecting his charges and exposing them to a killer in the name of long-awaited revenge., Simon & Schuster, 2010-11, 6<