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The Dancer is a simple story of a young woman in love, a young woman who is trying to find out who she is. While the story is simple, the manner in which it unfolds is anything but. And sometimes the ride is so wild it has everyone hanging on to their seats. The Dancer starts on the Stage and that’s where it ends. In between, it goes to the beach, to an Artist’s Studio, to a Native Village. We come to understand that the Artist’s Studio and Native Village are other worlds. Will the Dancer find true love? Will she find her place in the World?

They say that some people would walk through hell for love. Would you? Well maybe you would, you’re just crazy enough to do something so foolish as that. But how many horrors would someone be willing to face for love? And why, oh why, would she travel to the home of the Dzhardes? They aren’t even lovable! But she did. And believe it or not, so might you.

William couldn't believe that it was finally over with Diana. Sure, she had told him it was over several times during the last two weeks. But he couldn't believe this was actually it. Nor could he bring himself to believe that he would never see her again. But here she was packing up her few belongings and getting ready to move.

I am a man of peace. Yet I am well aware that we all get pushed to our limits, and sometimes beyond. Suppose, just for a moment, that there was a nation that had always lived at peace. Peace was all they knew. They were sworn to peace. What happens when the invaders come? What happens when their lives and their way of life are threatened? What happens when peace is no longer an option? This is the story of one such nation.

Let's say for a moment that you're the captain of a spaceship. And you're about to land on an uninhabited planet - when your science officer informs you that those 1000 lights you're seeing down there are emitting life signs. What is it about those lights that makes them special? And more importantly, how can you communicate with them to get permission to land?

Morley was definitely the most famous monkey. What other monkey had so many scientific papers written about him or her? What other monkey has appeared on so many TV shows? What other monkey has received so many awards? What other monkey has received the Presidential Medal of Freedom Award? Indeed, Morley was so famous that many human children said they wanted to be like him when they grew up. But how did Morley become so famous?

This book details the design for a smaller living space. You can adjust the plans to meet your desires and needs.

In Search of a Right-Brained Computer is the story of my search to find a computer for my right-brained wife. Since I'm left-brained, this was perhaps a futile attempt. Yet I pursued it. What I found was what makes right- and left-brained people ask the same questions while asking different questions. I explore each of the main questions one might ask when purchasing a computer. I then go through a computer system I designed in an attempt to design a right-brained computer. Then I analyze where it came close to meeting its mark and where it fell short.

Yellow bear was walking in the woods one day. He was deep in the woods where the trees are close to each other, so close there was hardly room to move between them. But Yellow bear managed. Sometimes he would have to climb over branches, and sometimes he crawled under them. Walking in the deep woods was hard, but Yellow bear was really enjoying it.

Danwe lived in a vase. It was not a regularly shaped vase. Danwe's vase had a tall cylindrical section. That is to say it was taller than it was wide. This section of the vase was similar in shape to a can of spam, but much nicer looking. This section was just tall enough for Danwe to stand and walk comfortably in. When I say Danwe lived in a vase, I mean he lived in a vase. That is to say, he never left. He had lived here all his life, all by himself. So what happens when Danwe finally leaves his vase and starts exploring? What will his world be like?

Yes, there's all different kinds of magique. Perhaps you were fortunate enough to have come in contact with the Just-Like-Us. The Just-Like-Us appear to be human. But they're not. Did you ever meet one of the Tailless Merfolk, or a Tall Hobbit, or a Round Eared Elf? Perhaps you did and didn't know it. You wouldn't know by looking at them that they aren't one of us. Their magique is very powerful. But still you may have been lucky enough to have experienced it.

This year was an off year for apples. At least it was in my yard. Others in my neighborhood reported a record year as far as the number of apples on their trees goes. However, my trees only really invest in producing apples every other year. And this year they were saving their energy to reach for the sun. In 2017, I wrote Strawberry Cheesecake Applesauce. That treat always makes me drool. This year I’m writing Chocolate Covered Cherries Applesauce, which is another treat that will make you be rude and salivate.

This book is not about chemical elements. I’m going to offer my apologies for that up front, as I know that might be disappointing to a few of you. Rather, this book is about the basic elements which make up the Earth, which make up each of us, which make up everything. These Elements go by various names depending on which element theory you reference. I’ll explain that later on in this book. Then I’ll use a standard naming convention for each of these Elements. This book is about the elements of earth, water, fire, spirit, and sky. It is also about the elements love and life.

I was just stopping to fuel up, when blam, I lost control of my craft. Now I'm stranded on this alien planet. If I don't figure out how to get my craft repaired and get out of here soon, I'll be in violation of several of the major space laws and probably some minor ones of which I'm not aware. Or perhaps I'll stay; perhaps they'll make me an all-powerful ruler. But no, I need to return to from where I came. This food doesn't taste too bad, but for all I know, they could be trying to poison me. My translator's not working, and I can't understand a word they're saying.

How did I find myself alone in a ship with the one person who frustrates me the most? Why does Sarah have to be so different? Why do I keep hearing her name in my head? And why did I ever agree to take her to the middle of nowhere and wait to be paid for her trip until I got there? This makes absolutely no sense to me.

Ina Hurry sometimes felt like she had the rottenest luck. She knew she was going to have a very short childhood. That was what all the other kids on the playground said. And then, after her very short childhood was over, Ina Hurry would become an adult. Well, it was what the kids who mattered said - the ones she wanted to be her friends. They were not her friends yet. But she was still working on that. Ina Hurry knew that she just needed to change more. She just needed to be more likeable, to do things more their way. Then she would fit in with them. Then she could be their friend.

Ever dream of becoming a superhero or a superheroine? Perhaps you just want to hang around with superheroes and be their best, coolest friend. Perhaps you want to marry a superhero when you grow up. Well, maybe you're already a superhero, and nobody knows it, not even your mom and dad. And did you ever think everybody might just be a superhero in disguise? In this story, a dad tells his son a bedtime story about a superhero named Zuper Zero!

Where do we find security? What happens when, even though we’re surrounded by that security, our worst nightmare comes to life? What if we were raised differently from everybody else? What if we lived our lives like everybody else, but when we went home it was too different? Would we stray from the confines of what we know, just to be normal? Just so we could be like everybody else? Or would we stay within what we knew, no matter how strange it was? From one weirdo to another, stay weird and enjoy the ride!

A blogger blogs about his thoughts. His thoughts usually include her. Then one day, a professor comments on his blog, saying something about irregular verbs. The blogger becomes obsessed, thinking the professor is calling him an irregular verb and telling him that as such, he only has half a life. At first, the blogger thinks he's alone in the world, but slowly he realizes he, she, and their friends may be the majority, and that they may actually be the regular ones.

Grandmother took off her amulet of power and placed it over Carena's neck. The council looked askance. Carena's sisters and mother looked jealous. Grandmother looked smug. Then she turned into a pile of dust. Carena picked up the pile of dust, then blew each bit of dust out into the air. She let the fire ripple down her arms. And one by one, she ignited each speck of dust, so that it shone like a star just for an instant. Somehow she knew, this was what Grandmother would have wanted.