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Love of Brothers
Katherine Tynan was born on January 23rd 1859 into a large farming family in Clondalkin, County Dublin, and educated at a convent school in Drogheda. In her early years she suffered from eye ulcers, which left her somewhat myopic. She first began to have her poems published in 1878. A great friend to Gerard Manley Hopkins and to WB Yeats (who it is rumoured proposed marriage but was rejected). With Yeats to encourage her, her poetry blossomed and she was equally supportive of his. She married fellow writer and barrister Henry Albert Hinkson in 1898. They moved to England where she bore and began to raise 5 children although two were to tragically die in infancy. In 1912 they returned to Claremorris, County Mayo when her husband was appointed magistrate there from 1912 until 1919. Sadly her husband died that year but Katherine continued to write. Her output was prolific, some sources have her as the author of almost a 100 novels, many volumes of poetry, short stories, biography and many volumes which she edited. Katherine died on April 2nd 1931 and she is buried at Kensal Green Cemetery in London./0/4774/coverorgin.jpg?v=71a53d5644bf1f75efc93eaf0bd83330&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Great War As I Saw It
A fifty-three-year-old Anglican priest and poet when the First World War broke out, Frederick George Scott was an improbable volunteer, but also an invaluable war memoirist about life at the front. Enlisting at the very beginning of the conflict and serving on the Western Front until the Armistice, Scott became the most decorated Canadian chaplain. A High Anglican and staunch British imperialist described by one of his fellow officers as "an old snob of the old school," Scott also defied stereotypes, often rejecting the privileges he was entitled to as an officer and insisting on being at the frontlines with the rank-and-file soldiers, with whom he felt genuine kinship. As a result, he was seriously wounded in the autumn of 1918, near the end of the war. The Great War as I Saw It is an idiosyncratic portrait by a man of strong religious convictions witnessing the horror of modern warfare. In evocative prose shaped by his background as a poet, Scott moves between lighthearted moments and dark tragedy, including his wrenching account of searching for his own son's body in a ruined battlefield. Rich in detail, it is one of the most diverse and complete first-hand accounts of the war ever published./0/22295/coverorgin.jpg?v=d36830529f464bd53049703d1f13ce09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jerk From Prison
Forget the riches and the popularity. Rissa didn't want any of this as much as she wanted her parents to be around the house. She spent most of her childhood surrounded by strangers who only work as staffs in the mansion. There was nothing she could do to prevent them from always leaving her. This was until her mother bailed someone from jail, a young offender whom they had forgotten. A boy who lost his parents at a young age and was left to face the world alone. After so many years, they bring him back into their lives to stay in their house. Mykel is all grown up now, has tattoos, a handsome face, and a clever mind. The first thing Rissa does was to hate him. She called him a jerk and berates him for being an ex-convict. All that changed with time after Rissa fell for him. But Mykel has a grudge that won't go away. A strong zeal to kill and his target was her parents./0/8685/coverorgin.jpg?v=90016345d7a1dd7f0272836e1e82f130&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Heiress's Loop: My Second Chance
My head pounded, a familiar ache, as I slowly sat up in my dorm room, sunlight streaming through the window. But something was terribly wrong; the last thing I remembered was my farewell party before London, a drink from Brianna, and then a confusing blank. Now, my phone confirmed the impossible: September 5th, move-in day, the exact beginning of my freshman year. A cold dread washed over me, stomach churning, as the door creaked open, revealing Brianna Evans, my new roommate. She was slinging a cheap, shiny black jacket over her arm – a blatant, terrible knock-off of my AllSaints leather jacket, the one I had just worn in my real past. It hit me then: I was trapped in a horrifying loop, forced to relive every cruel detail of the previous timeline. I remembered her subtle digs, the stolen moments, the way she'd mimic me, then twist things until I looked like the villain, the prestigious internship I lost, the friendships she sabotaged, the reputation she systematically destroyed. My blood ran cold, then hot with a fury born of knowing exactly what she was. How could I be back here, forced to endure this slow-motion psychological torture all over again? The sheer unfairness of facing her again, knowing the devastation she' d leave in her wake, was almost unbearable. But deep within me, the old Ash – the one who was kind, accommodating, and always gave the benefit of the doubt – was gone, poisoned out of existence by Brianna's venom. This time, things would be drastically different. The game was on, and though she thought she held all the cards, I knew the rules now. I had a lifetime of future knowledge, and this time, the winner wouldn't be Brianna. My future was finally mine to reclaim./0/84714/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Way We Were
Ava and Jace have been inseparable since the first grade-a bond built on laughter, secrets, and unshakable loyalty. Through every childhood mishap and teenage heartbreak, they've always found their way back to each other. Now in college, with adulthood knocking and feelings growing deeper, Ava and Jace must navigate a new kind of uncertainty- romance. Both believe they're meant to be... but life has a way of testing destiny. With timing never quite right and unexpected twists pulling them apart, they begin to wonder: are some bonds better left as friendship, or are they just one moment away from forever?/0/83150/coverorgin.jpg?v=63e07271b7f0746deecd2fc2d6dc937f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beds Are Not Roses,I Will Avenge
Natasha Leeward believed in love, in loyalty, and most of all-in her best friend, Zane. Until the day everything shattered.When Zane was found dead, the world turned against her. Her cousin, Ella-the one she trusted like a sister-pointed the finger. Daniel, her secret crush and the only boy who made her heart race, testified against her. And her own father? He didn't defend her. He disowned her.At just seventeen, Natasha was dragged away in handcuffs, her name smeared, her heart broken. For five long years, she counted every day behind bars, haunted by memories and betrayed by blood. But then, just before her 25-year sentence could be completed, her estranged mother appeared-offering freedom and a long-buried truth.Ella wasn't just her cousin. She was her half-sister. And Zane? He might not be dead after all.Now, Natasha is out. Hardened. Burning with purpose. She isn't the naive girl who once trusted love. She's a woman bent on revenge.But when a chance encounter with a stranger reignites her heart in the most unexpected way-a one-night stand that turns too real-Natasha begins to unravel a twist she never saw coming.Because the man she just slept with... looks exactly like Zane.In a world where roses come with thorns and every truth cuts like a blade, Natasha must choose: vengeance or healing. But first, she has to uncover the final secret-one that could destroy what's left of her heart.This is a gripping story of betrayal, blood ties, and second chances. And Natasha? She's not here to beg for love.She's here to burn for it./0/21201/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd03e97b583f3e819ac21ce79c343d56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
REDEEMING THE BAD BOY
The untimely death of his father was all it took to turn Zack Grover's life upside down. Overnight, the high school champion athlete turned into a bad boy after he shifted back to his hometown. However, twist of fate didn't stop there as the entry of his ex-girlfriend pushed him into much more chaos. Yet, amidst all these chaos, he is pulled back to life by Zoe, a mysterious girl of the town with a secret unknown to all. An instant spark makes them bond so close that it unveils the truths of the past which ends up shattering relationships. Conflicted between his messed-up life and unrealized feelings, how will he rise above all the hardships? Does he stand a chance of redemption????/0/57026/coverorgin.jpg?v=49d6853fd94fa156fe75d7fb7ab23a52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Through shadows and starlight
* In the small town of Harmony Grove cradled the lives of twins Amira and Adara. Their story unfolded like a melody, each note harmonizing with the rhythm of their distinct personalities against the backdrop of cobblestone streets and rustic cottages. Amira and Adara story explores themes of friendship, loyalty, and courage as Amira and Adara navigate the aftermath of their experiences. Amidst their ordeal, they encounter a mysterious stranger who saves Adara and seems deeply connected to their lives in ways yet to be revealed. The stranger’s intense interest in their family and sudden departure leaves the characters with more questions than answers. Their parents were mudered in a vital accident and the twins had to continue leaving with their grandmother who knew about the misery behind their parents death and decided to keep quiet. Yet even in her death bed knowing the twins will encounter a lot of ordeal she still instruct them to never think of revenge. She even made them live the rest of their lives according to a certain symbols of growth. Adara was rescued by a stranger who turns out to be their parents best friend son ( harden). She vowed to protect the twins as her own and also gets all their parents properties. Adara blinded by jealousy and hatred collided with their parents killer to kidnap her sister for her to inherit all their parents properties on her own. Katherine their mothers friends tried all her possible best with her son to save Amira but all their efforts proved abortive when someone got shot in the actions. Who got shot? Did Adara successfully erase her sister? Did Katherine gets to protect her family? Did the killers got caught? Find out in this amazing stories. Romances: 40% Tragedy: 20% Sacrifice: 30% Comedy:10% Story Title: “Through Shadows and Starlight”/0/7905/coverorgin.jpg?v=49bce4a65bc70b4a547be21759a6ed19&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Practical English Composition: Book II. / For the Second Year of the High School
Trajectory presents classics of world literature with 21st century features! Our original-text editions include the following visual enhancements to foster a deeper understanding of the work: Word Clouds at the start of each chapter highlight important words. Word, sentence, paragraph counts, and reading time help readers and teachers determine chapter complexity. Co-occurrence graphs depict character-to-character interactions as well character to place interactions. Sentiment indexes identify positive and negative trends in mood within each chapter. Frequency graphs help display the impact this book has had on popular culture since its original date of publication. Use Trajectory analytics to deepen comprehension, to provide a focus for discussions and writing assignments, and to engage new readers with some of the greatest stories ever told."The Moving Picture Girls: Or, First Appearances in Photo Dramas" is part of "The Moving Picture Girls" series. "The Moving Picture Girls" is a series about the adventures of Ruth and Alice DeVere who live with their father who is an actor./0/81274/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a60203fcc7bfb36e40ee5817face621&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance
I was Northwood Academy's charity case, my worn backpack and second-hand uniform screaming my poverty louder than any whisper. Living miles from this privileged world, with my disabled dad and our crushing bills, escaping was my only thought. But Jessica Thorne, the queen bee, made sure I never forgot my place. It started with the "First Annual Northwood Philanthropy Prize." My name was called, not for an award, but for public humiliation. They presented me with a massive cardboard check: "$0.00 – For Being Our Charity Case." Laughter swelled, burning my face, but I kept my expression neutral. Then, I overheard them: "The Sterling Bet." The school' s elite rich boys, led by golden boy Ethan Vanderbilt, schemed to fake a relationship with me, build me up, then publicly shatter my reputation right before the SATs, ensuring my future was ruined. My blood ran cold. This wasn't merely mockery; it was calculated sabotage, a crueler kind of war. Jessica's venomous glare confirmed she endorsed it, her bizarre comment about me being a "cheap knock-off" adding a chilling, unsettling layer to their game. Were they truly this bored and cruel? But they underestimated the girl with nothing to lose. They wanted to play? Fine. I would play too. With an icy resolve hardening my heart, I smiled, accepting Ethan's offer of "help." My goal was no longer just survival. It was a calculated heist, and their resources would be my vault. I would win./0/13224/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4189620288a88d916789e576de68093&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A General History for Colleges and High Schools
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Theresa Raquin
One Thursday, Camille, on returning from his office, brought with him a great fellow with square shoulders, whom he pushed in a familiar manner into the shop. "Mother," he said to Madame Raquin, pointing to the newcomer, "do you recognise this gentleman?" The old mercer looked at the strapping blade, seeking among her recollections and finding nothing, while Therese placidly observed the scene. "What!" resumed Camille, "you don't recognise Laurent, little Laurent, the son of daddy Laurent who owns those beautiful fields of corn out Jeufosse way. Don't you remember? I went to school with him; he came to fetch me of a morning on leaving the house of his uncle, who was our neighbour, and you used to give him slices of bread and jam." All at once Madame Raquin recollected little Laurent, whom she found very much grown. It was quite ten years since she had seen him. She now did her best to make him forget her lapse of memory in greeting him, by recalling a thousand little incidents of the past, and by adopting a wheedling manner towards him that was quite maternal. Laurent had seated himself. With a peaceful smile on his lips, he replied to the questions addressed to him in a clear voice, casting calm and easy glances around him. "Just imagine," said Camille, "this joker has been employed at the Orleans-Railway-Station for eighteen months, and it was only to-night that we met and recognised one another—the administration is so vast, so important!" As the young man made this remark, he opened his eyes wider, and pinched his lips, proud to be a humble wheel in such a large machine. Shaking his head, he continued: "Oh! but he is in a good position. He has studied. He already earns 1,500 francs a year. His father sent him to college. He had read for the bar, and learnt painting. That is so, is it not, Laurent? You'll dine with us?" "I am quite willing," boldly replied the other. He got rid of his hat and made himself comfortable in the shop, while Madame Raquin ran off to her stewpots. Therese, who had not yet pronounced a word, looked at the new arrival. She had never seen such a man before. Laurent, who was tall and robust, with a florid complexion, astonished her. It was with a feeling akin to admiration, that she contemplated his low forehead planted with coarse black hair, his full cheeks, his red lips, his regular features of sanguineous beauty. For an instant her eyes rested on his neck, a neck that was thick and short, fat and powerful. Then she became lost in the contemplation of his great hands which he kept spread out on his knees: the fingers were square; the clenched fist must be enormous and would fell an ox./0/38880/coverorgin.jpg?v=9724928a2bc816ab0da6bd51a62d2ac6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Becoming an Israeli
Jemma is a being without origin until she becomes an Anigal and is the only daughter of business moguls. She has more than an identity but is she cut out for this? Israel isn't the most comprehensive but isn't a dullard either. He is smart enough to know when his other half crosses his path with her thick afro, brown skin and a mighty sass and ass. Life would finally have some spice./0/22767/coverorgin.jpg?v=2510f10b101e9967a8872d2cbf6b3c42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Despicable Roommate
He was a bad boy, not the type of person Lynn needed in her apartment but her best friends thought otherwise. Lynn's new roommate was not the usual bad boy type with a soft heart but an annoying and arrogant pervert. Lynn hated Alec but she wasn't sure of her heart. Was it on the same page with her mind?/0/2118/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220108105713&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte
The Memoirs of the time of Napoleon may be divided into two classes—those by marshals and officers, of which Suchet's is a good example, chiefly devoted to military movements, and those by persons employed in the administration and in the Court, giving us not only materials for history, but also valuable details of the personal and inner life of the great Emperor and of his immediate surroundings. Of this latter class the Memoirs of Bourrienne are among the most important. Long the intimate and personal friend of Napoleon both at school and from the end of the Italian campaigns in 1797 till 1802—working in the same room with him, using the same purse, the confidant of most of his schemes, and, as his secretary, having the largest part of all the official and private correspondence of the time passed through his hands, Bourrienne occupied an invaluable position for storing and recording materials for history. The Memoirs of his successor, Meneval, are more those of an esteemed private secretary; yet, valuable and interesting as they are, they want the peculiarity of position which marks those of Bourrienne, who was a compound of secretary, minister, and friend. The accounts of such men as Miot de Melito, Raederer, etc., are most valuable, but these writers were not in that close contact with Napoleon enjoyed by Bourrienne. Bourrienne's position was simply unique, and we can only regret that he did not occupy it till the end of the Empire. Thus it is natural that his Memoirs should have been largely used by historians, and to properly understand the history of the time, they must be read by all students. They are indeed full of interest for every one. But they also require to be read with great caution. When we meet with praise of Napoleon, we may generally believe it, for, as Thiers (Consulat., ii. 279) says, Bourrienne need be little suspected on this side, for although he owed everything to Napoleon, he has not seemed to remember it. But very often in passages in which blame is thrown on Napoleon, Bourrienne speaks, partly with much of the natural bitterness of a former and discarded friend, and partly with the curious mixed feeling which even the brothers of Napoleon display in their Memoirs, pride in the wonderful abilities evinced by the man with whom he was allied, and jealousy at the way in which he was outshone by the man he had in youth regarded as inferior to himself. Sometimes also we may even suspect the praise. Thus when Bourrienne defends Napoleon for giving, as he alleges, poison to the sick at Jaffa, a doubt arises whether his object was to really defend what to most Englishmen of this day, with remembrances of the deeds and resolutions of the Indian Mutiny, will seem an act to be pardoned, if not approved; or whether he was more anxious to fix the committal of the act on Napoleon at a time when public opinion loudly blamed it. The same may be said of his defence of the massacre of the prisoners of Jaffa./0/15259/coverorgin.jpg?v=10f75717d9091e13a97a73507debf18b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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