Kirjahaku

When simple justice is denied to a victim, then revenge would appear a prompt and useful remedy.Or so one might think.It is up to you, the reader, to decide.

Can a common man do uncommon things? With an artist, all things are possible, including the extraordinary. Art, being that chore which is a gift, requires of men both patience and luck. Stanley Fair got lucky, and he also found beauty in a beast.Stanley Fair's life was fulfillment of the aphorism: There be success, then there be art; the first needs luck, the second, heart.

In this comedy of four acts: The President of the nation is locked out of his office. The janitor has the only known key. He refuses to unlock the door. But why? A war is in the offing. The war plans are inside. What will the nation do to persuade the janitor to open the door? What will the loyal opposition do? What will the court do? What will the mistress do? What will the twin brother do? How can a janitor clean up the nation's mess? Isn't that's the job of a janitor, to clean things up?Follow these four acts of mayhem and no murder to the exciting and unexpected conclusion. The nation must be unified We guarantee: If you don't laugh, the government will somehow refund your money.

Twins separated at birth. Neither aware the other exists. If, years later, their paths should cross, would they know? The unaccountable working of blind fate, can it be that kind, that cruel, that serendipitous?

Enclosed are the storiesOf lovers and terrorOf killers and cricketsOf wives and of friends.Just like the bakerWho grants you one extraHere are twelve givenAnd one more to end.

Four hundred years ago Sir Francis Bacon set out to write essays, fifty-eight in all, on subjects he felt to be of import regarding the human condition. This current writer feels privileged to have chosen the same subjects.

Discover another dimension in color. Go eye to eye with pastels.

A punch is delivered with vigor.A punch is served with a flavorful kick.These are not your grandma's pastels.These are Pastels with a Punch

In this unabashed love story: Two children were the best of friends, Each for the other, top to bottom, start to end.Cruel fate would work to make them part, A thing to break a loving heart.So something bold, it must be done, To keep in place their firm belief, That two remain as

Four primary players populate this family saga. Each of the four is compelled to make a choice, something always wedded to inescapable consequences. There is Julie, the naive daughter who disgraces herself and seeks redemption in a new life. And Millie, the farm girl who nurses her beloved from death and heals the scars of war. Also Royal, a man deprived of a childhood, who demonstrates how to father a child not his own. And too Jason, the young artist of rare talent, who ignores the world to aim at the stars. Attached to all is a mysterious little book, handed from one generation to the next, which none seem prepared to read. Here then is one family, three generations, and three love stories, as each and all seek refuge in a haven for the heart."But how will I know if I am doing the right thing?""You will not always know," the father replied. "You have to rely on your own conscience, the advice of others whose integrity you trust, your faith in God's good grace, and the best wisdom that men who have lived before you have garnered."

One of Hell's workers, an employee by the name of Chagrin, is having doubts about his job. A member of the Devil's brigade, Chagrin has grown tired of tormenting humans. But will infidelity be permitted? Will lack of dedication be tolerated? Is his place on the team of evil threatened? In Hell there is no such thing as justice. But there are trials. And Chagrin will be put on trial - for the unheard-of transgression of blasphemy.It is a battle of wills among the immortals. No one knows what is unhumanly possible. One thing is certain. When one of Hell's own henchmen transgresses, injustice in the lower world will be carried out, come Heaven, Hell, or stagnant water.Humor is a rare thing in Hell, except when they try one of their own. Then everyone laughs, even the humans.

"It was disastrous, impossible, incredible, unthinkable. In no way could this have been dreamed in the wildest of imaginations. No story conceived with such a plot would ever be given serious consideration by a writer of any merit or common sense. Any professional dedicated to prediction would find this scenario with odds too small to be calculated.Yet it was happening."Hidden in the embarrassing past, a long held secret is unearthed by daughter Katherine. She discovers her father has lied about who he is. The man is not who he claims to be. Not even her mother knows her husband's real name. Who is this man, the head of their family? What is the mystery behind his deception? What kind of person is this, her father? Can she trust anything he says? Can she stay content to live a lie, under a fake name, with a fictional heritage, or no heritage at all? Not Katherine Marlowe. She will uncover the truth. Whatever it takes. However long it takes. Yet her search will lead her where she least expects. And when the truth is finally revealed, not even her father knows the story entire."Education, class, upbringing, wisdom; none of these have anything to do with love. They might know how to name it, even attempt to describe it, but none of these other factors can circumscribe it. It lives in a universe its own, where the human heart decides or rejects, opens or closes, laughs or cries, but celebrates and moans."*******Stevan's novels, this the author's sixth, often deal with the vagaries of family relationships, as in Twin Dilemma, Baido and Melissa, and Haven.

What could a fabulously wealthy heiress and an anonymous pauper possibly have in common? Rich and poor, they say, never the twain shall meet. But perhaps, as the ancients would tell it, some naughty little boy shot arrows from his bow into their innocent hearts.This is a story of two remarkable women, and the men who deserved them. They have discovered a world of their own making, where wealth is not what one has but what one is. *****These two ... who lived together in a relaxed and agreeable manner, had no idea just how happy and content they were, for to be so is to be blind to analyzing how one feels. Those with such fortune merely live and enjoy and produce, expanding each day the heart and mind, drinking deeply of simplicity, and slowly chewing the sweet substance of sincerity. Life could only be richer if they could step outside and see how wealthy their most common life was. This is the beauty of innocence, that it stays so without its own awareness. - THE HEIRESS -