Iranian expatriate writers explore themes of identity, race, class, cultural adaptation, homeland and recollection in the world of the immigrant and the refugee.
Whether she's soaking her living room in Raid bug spray, fantasizing about living in a $50,000 sleep capsule, or dragging her brood of rowdy children out of Whole Foods, Jennifer Fulwiler's life is sure to be a source of inspiration (or at least entertainment) in this collection of essays originally published on her blog. With a new introduction and conclusion, as well as a foreword by author Simcha Fisher, Like Living Among Scorpions is a fresh look at the most popular humorous posts that chronicle Jen's attempts to keep her sanity while managing a house full of babies and scorpions. Longtime readers will love reliving these moments with Jen, and new readers will enjoy this introduction to her unique perspective on life.
When it was first published in 1997, The Course Syllabus became the gold standard reference for both new and experienced college faculty.
Like the first edition, this book is based on a learner-centered approach. Because faculty members are now deeply committed to engaging students in learning, the syllabus has evolved into a useful, if lengthy, document. Today's syllabus provides details about course objectives, requirements and expectations, and also includes information about teaching philosophies, specific activities and the rationale for their use, and tools essential to student success.
He is Guts, the Black Swordsman, a warrior of legendary prowess — relent, fear, merci. As cold and brutal as the iron of the massive sword he wields. Bent on revenge against the unholy forces that have branded him for sacrifice, but especially on Griffith, one of the demon lords of the Godhand. But Griffith was once a man, the leader of the Hawks, a renowned cadre of elite fighters with a young Guts as its fiercest champion. Though forged in a crucible of cruelty and violence, nothing could prepare Guts for a confrontation with Nosferatu Zodd, a superhuman beast who slaughters Guts’ comrades as easily as a scythe cuts wheat. Even Guts and Griffith are no match for the abomination’s power...but something Griffith wears around his neck may well be!
April Nelson has never had time for a relationship. She's too busy, too successful & too aware of what they can do. She saw her mother suffer a broken heart & she had to pick up the pieces. April knew that she would never let herself go through the same thing. That is until she meets Dr Marcus Davis.
Hadis-e Nafs, Hassan Kamshad عنوان: حدیث نفس؛ نویسنده: حسن کامشاد؛ تهران، نشر نی، 1387، در 337 ص، شابک: 9789643129774؛ چاپ دوم 1388؛ موضوع: حسن کامشاد - قرن 14 هجری - قرن 21 م
Selected by village elders as the virginal sacrifice to the wild beast terrorizing her village, Leoda wanders into the woods surrounding the town trembling with fear...and anticipation. Captured, chased, and thrown into the terrible monster's den, the beast is getting what he wants. The only question is whether Leoda fight him, or give in to sinful desires that she's surprised to find burning inside her? Excerpt: “Are you going to hurt me?” “Yes, probably,” he snapped at the air. “Mmm, I smell you again. I smell your lust for me. You want me, don’t you, human? You want to be enraptured beneath me, you want me to take you with the force only a creature such as my...myself can muster, don’t you? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I began to weep and beg him to leave me, to go back to whatever hell from whence he came, but the beast only lowered himself to his haunches, and put his face so that I felt his breath on my throat, and the wiry fur hanging off his chest brushed against my thighs where he had pushed my dress up, almost to the top of my legs. Before I knew what he was doing, the tremendous creature had got me to push myself backward until I touched the wall and could go no further. “Good,” he growled from deep in his chest. “Very g – good. You’ve got yourself in a terrible spot now, don’t you? I ne...need this. You, though might find out that instead of needing it, you just...
want...it.” “Want what? Want you? What are you talking about? No I don’t think that’s the case at all! Why would I-” I was cut off not by his words, but by the heat of the monster against me. His fur seemed hard and close to his body, not shaggy like most wolves I’ve seen, so he couldn’t have been that sort of beast, at least, not a normal one. But through that slick, hard coat, a terrible fury seemed to burn so bright that I felt him against my skin, even inside me, burning outward from my core all the way to my fingertips. “You want me because you know there’s no...no way you can get out. You want me because you feel how much I need you, and you want me because,” he snorted again. His breath caught and he coughed. “You feel me against you and want to know what it’s like to be with such a thing as me, to have an experience so awful and foreign and forbidden as to give in, and stop denying yourself.”