Kirjahaku

M. R. Salisbury is the most prolific, successful author of modern day literature, except no one knows who he (or she) is. In spite of the reward offered by Salisbury University, the mystery seems secure; that is until Jamie Hopkins shows up on campus claiming to have already solved the mystery.Excerpt from The Chronicles of Danny Warfield by M. R. Salisbury: The sun beat down on him like a branding iron on the backside of a squealing calf. From below, sand burned his feet. The liquid within the blisters was threatening to boil. He knew the journey was about to end. Danny Warfield could sense it. It had been a long forty days and forty nights since he left the shade of the tree. His journey led him along the beach, along the water, day in, day out, night in, night out, one step at a time. He didn't know what he was going to find at the end of his journey. But he did know one thing, he was looking forward to it.More time passed. How much, he didn't know. His ability to think clearly had significantly diminished, including the skill to count days. His focus was now solely on taking the next step. He was so hungry, so tired, and so thirsty he wasn't sure how much longer he could go on. He kept thinking, kept telling himself the journey had to be over soon

Turtles in the Sand, the story of Dr. Richard Baxter, a successful orthopedic surgeon who wears blinders like a horse when it comes to taking advice. A wise turtle might tell him that sometimes it is good to listen to others. Turtles in the Sand, the story of Edward Baxter, Dr. Baxter's youngest son, who is torn between continuing his medical education or choosing another career path. A wise turtle might tell him that sometimes you have to lose yourself before you find yourself. Turtles in the Sand, the story of Abbey O' Brian, the general manager of The Original Greene Turtle and niece of its owners, as she balances her professional responsibilities with her passion to rescue and rehabilitate turtles. A wise turtle might tell her that sometimes more than turtles need to be saved. Turtles in the Sand, the story of these three people, whose lives intersect, beginning with a turtle lying on his back in the middle of the road.

Only the ball wasn't there as the defender anticipated. I made another sharp cut and headed toward the end zone's pylon on our side of the field. I looked out and saw there was no one between me and the goal line. I crossed the twenty-yard line before I looked back. The ball was on its way and a little high. I kicked in afterburners I never knew I had, stretched my arms to a length I never knew they would go. I told myself that this was the moment. Time stood still as my feet churned down the field. My pants felt like they were full of lead. Sweat poured down my back and my legs felt like rubber. The ball was dropping rapidly. It was going to be out of my reach. Then suddenly, instinctively, I leaped with all my strength. The ball struck the fingertips of my left hand. It threatened to careen out of my reach, but I swung my right arm in an arch and snatched the ball out of the air with my right hand. The ball and I went crashing to the ground. My first thought was to tell myself that under no circumstances was I to drop the ball. Then another nightmare surged through me like a poisoned arrow. Where was I on the field? I may have made the catch, but did I make it to the end zone. I looked toward the sideline and couldn't see because something was in my view. I looked up and saw an official standing beside me. He was looking up field, his whistle in his mouth. Both arms were raised straight above his head. A few seconds later I was pounced upon by five tons of teammates.