Heni Hani and the Girl in the Bubble-entity

Kirjan Heni Hani and the Girl in the Bubble-entity (2018) on kirjoittanut Peter K. Ness. Kirjan kieli on englanti, ja sen on kustantanut Createspace Independent Publishing Platform. Kirja on laajuudeltaan 370 sivua ja se on nidottu.

These stories can be read in any order. They are highly visual with lots of detail (like Japanese manga), like a reading-movie. As such, they can feel very real; thus, many people will struggle to begin with. Hang in there. Its well worth the effort #Hi I'm Heni Hani and I'm being stalked by a girl in a bubble-entity. #'Huh I guess he's referring to me? My name was Sam before the Injun's abducted me, but now you can call me Julia. That guy is big trouble. Little Hawk and I have to keep saving his sorry ass. '#It was 1862, in Kentucky, when Kiel Darcy first realized that Sam was different. 'What happened to yer medallion Jessica' Kiel asked. 'Did ye lose it''No. Sam has it, ' Jessica said. 'She's always disappearing - and then telling us some weird story about buggies without horses, flying machines, man-sized insect critters from outer-space, and someone she calls "Hani from a bottled bee Heni. " She has a fantastic imagination, just like her daddy. '#And then she turned up in Brazil in 1973. #'There, there child. Tell me what happened. ' Sophia placed her arm fondly around Sam's tiny shoulder, pulling her close. She retracted her arm in horror. 'My god Pedro The child has an arrow stuck in her arm. Quick Don't just stand there. Go get a doctor Oh My god - and there's a Red Indian sitting on a horse behind her in the doorway. '#'The ice cream in 1973 isn't too bad. Where did I leave my bubble-entity'Sam watched as Jimmy Arsenic and Rich Dunbar barged into the Pikawina bank. 'Get your hands up. That includes you too, you big Neanderthal 'Flicking open the door Kirin waltzed directly in behind them. 'Sorry to break up your party, friends, ' Kirin smiled at the bandits. 'I need to get my hands on some cash as well. ''That's my Little Hawk, ' Julia clutched her bluish glass ball, 'always saving the day at the ninth hou