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When Hali's father asks her to help him die to spare the family the misery of a long illness, she reluctantly agrees. While Hali's family insists on letting "God's will" decide, Hali broods upon the idea of fate and free will. Ultimately, she unable to do what her father wishes. She is forced to accept the help of a manipulative male nurse, adding further complications and a slow and painful end.

Can you visualize today what it meant to cross America's Great Plains in the mid-19th century? It was a wondrous, perilous, often fatal journey without assurance of a successful life at the other end. Yet tens of thousands made the journey and lucky for us, many set aside modesty, often at the request of children or grandchildren, to put the account of their travels into words.

Are you ready to step into the fullness of your spiritual authority and experience victory over darkness? "Awakening Righteousness - Prayer & Fasting in Spiritual Warfare" by Justin V. Leblanc is your comprehensive guide to navigating the unseen battles of faith with power, wisdom, and effectiveness. This transformative book doesn't just inform; it equips and empowers believers to reclaim their spiritual heritage and walk in triumphant victory.

Alright. I’m done dicking around. If I learned one thing in that warehouse in Ohio, it’s that time is short. Even shorter now, considering all the time I’d lost. With an occluded front promising a swarm of something on the horizon and armed with Rosetta’s leftovers, Noah and I were just about ready for anything. Well, almost. I hadn’t been expecting the swarm to be in Tiff’s hometown or for the buttlickers to crash an eight-year-old’s birthday party.

Still reeling from everything that had happened in Pennsylvania, Noah and I headed back to Rosetta’s for a regrouping session...well, and some fried chicken. Unfortunately, part of this regrouping happened to be with Gabe. But, he said he had a line on Old Dukey himself and besides what killing him would probably do for my total on the Price of Souls is Right, I was really looking forward to a demon-flavored game of Operation and making his nose light up when I removed vital parts of his anatomy.

For as long as I can remember, I've had a boring, predictable life. I work at a low-paying job and have ho-hum missionary sex with my long-term boyfriend, who calls me "pear shaped" (and not in a good way). I've never been with more than one man or explored myself sexually. That's for sexy, skinny girls. Girls with exciting lives. Girls I'm not. When a series of events send my life into a tailspin, I find myself at a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, locking eyes with a gorgeous, sexy stranger who sends my heart racing.

Peter and the Wolf is a special tale that tells of a fearless young boy. It has been described as a 'symphonic fairy tale for children'. In this version, the renown Tim V of Sham 69 narrates the story while the Koln Kindestrasse Orchestra accompanies it. Each character in the tale is represented by a different instrument of the orchestra: the bird is played by the flute, the duck by the oboe, the cat by a clarinet, the grandfather by the bassoon, the wolf by the French horns, the hunters by the kettle drums and timpani; and, finally, Peter is portrayed by the strings.

Ronnie - or as Mrs. Baumgartner insists on calling her, Veronica - has been sitting for the Baumgartners so long she has practically become another member of the family. When the Baumgartners make her an offer she can't refuse, Ronnie jumps at the chance to work on her tan in the Florida Keys with "Doc" and "Mrs. B" under the pretense of watching the kids. Ronnie isn't the only one with ulterior motives, though, and she discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward plans for her.

In the U.S. Federal Government, “Cabinet” refers to the heads of the 15 executive departments plus the Vice President. You've heard the titles, like Secretary of State, Attorney General and others who's faces dominate the news (especially at the start of a new presidency). But what do these people actually do AND what are they supposed to do? This book aims to clear away the mystique.

After everything that went down in Nevada, to say that we were reeling was an understatement. Now, I’ve got an additional little liability riding around with me, an Archeri on the loose, some cryptic clues from a dead god, a supernatural CPA to find, Death, Disneyland, kidnappers in polo shirts, angels, and a new conspiracy theory from Stacks and Luke that might just be true. Trust me when I say the working man has nothing on an armed and sleep-deprived working woman.

On a scale from zero to dumpster fire, I tend to hang out at the far, trash-burning end. But lately, things have been going eerily well. So when Festus showed up with a birthday cake and less blood on his suit than usual, I was a little more than skeptical. Add to that a scythe-wielding accountant that is wearing the carpet thin, a demonic soiree in Missouri, a murderous gang of Red Caps in cheese country, a lie-detecting seven-year-old, and a snooty corporate cult, and I can smell the gas fumes on the trash heap at 40 paces.

Messina, Noah, and I headed off to Chicago for a little TLC involving "stumping" some vampires. While in the Windy City, the cannibals blew back into our path, and everything started going downhill from there. A rest-stop massacre, Stacks' penchant for getting his ass in a sling, a drunk witch armed with a tube of cookie dough, firebombing explosions, Tom Waits, a hunter dive bar, demonic kid hitchhikers, throwing bodies in dumpsters, and run-ins with two of my exes.

When demons gather in their masses, it's time to put them on their asses. At least, that's what Noah and I decided after we finished up a whiskey-assisted hunt in Kentucky for one of the most ridiculous supers I've ever seen. And that's saying something considering I've hunted more than one Bonnacon.

To say I sometimes run hot under the collar is a gross understatement. After what happened in Triton, I was a pissed off 500-pound gorilla with a pink fanny pack, a sawed-off, and a “can do or screw you” attitude. Now, I’m just looking for a visual aide to demonstrate my rage on and the demon that keeps standing me up is my top choice. On my way to get to him, of course, I stumbled over a demon cult that was in the process of signing people up for Hell.

When there are half-masticated bodies popping up on the radar, any hunter worth their salt will sit up and take notice. So, when they started showing up in Oklahoma, Noah and I beat cheeks back down there to try to recover what we lost. But Fate isn’t exactly a grandma holding out a piece of hard candy. More often, it’s a playground bully dangling loogies over your face. So, after a little flamingo-necktie-assisted arson, a near-luxury car full of demons, some car trouble, and a game of human whack-a-mole, we were once again out of leads.

After St. Louis, I knew it was time to seat the cannibal tribe in the "past tense" section of living. I mean, you just don't kidnap someone's demon accountant. That's just frickin' rude. Of course, now we're doing the chasing, like a couple of shotgun-toting girls hunting down our dates to the Sadie Hawkins' dance.

Presented as 73 narrative-style poems, some of which are rhyming and others in prose or blank verse, Reflections on Mountaineering, A Revised and Expanded Edition: A Journey Through Life as Experienced in the Mountains summarizes much of what the author, Alan V. Goldman, learned in his more than 30 years of climbing. Many of the same moral issues that confront us in everyday life are present in the high mountains, only to a sharper degree.

A timeless folktale from India about how three lazy sons are tricked by their mother into working for what they think will be gold, but instead they discover the true riches that come from hard work.

Once, there were three goats: Big brother Gruff, little brother Gruff, and Middle brother Gruff. They loved to eat grass. They ate so much, that they ate it all up. But when they see fresh grass over the bridge of where they are located, they belt out in joy: "We are the brothers Gruff," and they can't get enough!

For the first time in years, Carrie Baumgartner doesn't have any chicks in the nest - all the fledglings have flown the coop, and she's finally got her sexy, energetic husband all to herself! Doc suggests they take advantage of this newfound freedom, and his adventurous wife has no objections. She intends to enjoy their little nest: preferably in every room, in every position they can possibly imagine. But an empty house has its echoes.