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There is magic to be found in The House of Wolves, and memories, too. At least, that's what the nameless young woman who wakes up in one of its rooms is told. And with no memory of how she got there, or where there even is, she's forced to place her trust in Pakta - her guide. Together they embark on a journey through the strange world she finds herself in and slowly unlock the memories of the life that led her there. But Pakta has a secret of his own...and not all secrets are worth sharing.

In the fog-filled streets of Victorian London, Christmas Eve brings anything but peace to Jason Gibson, a reclusive dollmaker whose life is confined to his dim, solitary workshop. Tasked with a strange, urgent commission from the mysterious Mrs. Wicklow, Jason accepts her daunting terms, three unique, perfect dolls by dawn, in exchange for an unimaginable sum. But as midnight strikes, Jason’s task spirals into something far darker. Each doll he crafts takes on a life of its own, expressions twisted with sorrow, fear, and haunting malice.

In "Bobbi McKey and Me" listeners are invited into the poignant, deathbed reflections of Marty Freeman, an old man recounting the defining love and journey of his life. What begins as a desperate escape from the suffocating coal dust of 1960s West Virginia quickly blossoms into an epic, cross-country odyssey alongside the spirited and intelligent Bobbi McKey. Their shared music becomes their currency, their language, and eventually, the enduring testament to a love that defied convention.

The year is 2037, and the world has abandoned paper money, credit cards, and even personal identification. Now, everything—purchases, government records, even social status—is linked to a person’s unique thumbprint. Left or right, your thumb defines you, marking your political allegiance in a society more divided than ever. But when bodies start appearing across the city—each victim missing their designated thumb—fear spreads like wildfire. The police are baffled, the media is in a frenzy, and conspiracy theories flood the underground networks. Is this the work of a radical activist?

High school is the jungle. This is your field guide. Four Years in the Jungle is a coming-of-age memoir that doesn’t sugarcoat a thing. With unfiltered honesty and unforgettable stories, JJ takes you inside the real high school experience—cafeteria politics, sports pressure, hallway chaos, awkward dances, academic tournaments, and the deep, hilarious friendships that make it all worth it.

Are you tired of expensive car repairs and unexpected breakdowns? Do you want to take control of your vehicle's maintenance and keep it running smoothly for years to come? If so, Automobile Maintenance Cheats, Hacks, Hints, Tips, and Tricks Guide is the perfect resource for you.

When a famous gunman comes to a small New Mexico town all hell breaks loose in this fast paced novelette. He reunites with his long lost love only to learn she is to be married to the sheriff he was hired to kill.

Tall Tales from Small Towns are short stories inspired by a life spent in Southwestern Pennsylvania. Some tales are humorous, some heart-breaking, all are full of the rich culture and life-changing events influenced by living in a small slice of America that put its personal stamp on those spawned from some of her lesser-known roots.

Follow the adventures of a baby boomer born in 1948 from his birth to high school graduation in 1966. Born in a small South Western Pennsylvania town on the edge of Appalachia, the narrator, in a fictional memoir filled with amusing anecdotes, captures life in an absorbing snapshot of coming of age in the Pennsylvania bituminous coalfields of the 1950s.

Many dad joke books out there claim to offer the best in corny humor, but The Bad Dad Joke Book stands out from the rest. This book not only provides a hilarious collection of jokes, but also offers insight into why dads tell dad jokes, and how these corny jokes can be used to connect with other dad joke lovers.

Are you looking to improve your memory and boost your brain power? Look no further than Memory Improvement: How to Boost Your Brain Power and Remember More. In this comprehensive guide, you'll discover simple and effective techniques to sharpen your memory and enhance your cognitive abilities. Whether you're an adult looking to improve your memory or a senior seeking to maintain brain health, this book is the perfect resource.

Discover the ultimate guide for new fathers with Pregnancy Book for Dads: The Complete Guide to Pregnancy, Childbirth, and Fatherhood. This comprehensive pregnancy book for dads is the perfect resource for first-time dads looking for answers and guidance.

When you are only about 90 degrees from absolute zero, it is not hot, despite the fact that the sun is shining down on you 24 hours a day. The answer to this riddle is that you are on Uranus, in the arctic circle, where the sun is a bright star almost directly overhead. And what are you doing on Uranus? You need the money. Nils Borgmann, however, was sweating. And the reason was that the heating unit on his space suit, like the heating units on almost all space suits, was not functioning properly.

Greg was sure the kids had no right being in control of a planet; after all what had they learned about life? Still, what had he learned? The old ship wheezed and clattered into the landing slot. Greg was an expert pilot, but skill was no substitute for outdated equipment. He unstrapped the safety webbing and eased himself out of the cabin, cluttered with its worn and scarred electronic gadgetry. With the handcrank, he opened the airlock. Rusting metal screamed as the panel slid back into the hull.

Personnel Incorporated bragged that they could supply a man for any job. Maxwell doubted this, needing a space pilot for the first Lunar trip. Now, if he had just asked for a lunatic....

Henig was sent to obtain a soil sample of the planet. It was a routine assignment, but not necessarily the only method for discovering an—Export Commodity. Three of the hairless bipeds stood in front of the frame building talking. Concealed by the brush beyond the road, Henig studied them carefully. The pale, white-skinned animals had a culture of sorts—their language, their buildings, their wheeled vehicles testified to that—but an animal society was very different from the rational civilization Henig knew.

Gentle Marene was next when the black space cruiser called for its youth-levy. If only Zurk would spark to life - Zurk, this huge, part-human war machine of tubular steel muscles and blank, mechanical mind. There was both agony and defeat etched deeply into Guyard's lean face as he stood there in the center of the hidden attic laboratory. His fists were clinched tightly at his sides and his hollow eyes were staring tensely and with supplication at the steel monstrosity before him. "Zurk, you must save her!" he pleaded. "You must save Marene!" Zurk, the man of steel, made no move.

He stared with fascination at a heap of newspapers spread out on the corner stand. He could guess the purpose of these layers of white sheets covered with black or red symbols, but he could not yet interpret them, and he had no idea whether anyone had seen or reported his ship. It was almost certain that someone had observed a shooting star, but the chances were very much against any observation having been made of the star’s slow, dark drift to Earth.

Half of Jupiter's great disk and most of the other moons were below the horizon when the man stepped out of the plane and changed her life. As far as Carol Marsh was concerned, he was ordinary enough in appearance. And she wasn't ordinarily attracted to ordinary men. He was slightly over medium height, his features were not quite regular, and he had a deep tan over what had started out as a sunburn, so that she decided he had misjudged the strength of the sun on some planet with a thin atmosphere.

Frane Lewis enjoyed another sadistic shiver as he moved up the narrow passageway to the captain's control room. To his flared nostrils, the warm, moist air of the small space freighter was still heavy with the smell of death. A psychiatrist could have told him that this was a neural confusion of olfactory sensation with the perverted emotional excitement of murder. But no physician ever attended Frane's murders, except at inquests.