This delightful treasury combines dazzling art from around the world with exciting projects to do that will inspire every young artist. It includes famous European paintings, delicate Japanese prints and traditional African masks, and each work of art is followed by a project influenced by the artist's methods or ideas.
Chicago, 1899. A city known for vice and violence welcomes a new show to town: the Daughters of Aphrodite Lyric Opera. Despite being branded "obscene" by the press and civic leaders - or perhaps partly because of it - their performances are a hit. Almost 18 and not yet married, Constance defies the will of her parents and sneaks out to see for herself what all the fuss is about. She will come to discover that the troupe's leader, the fear, gifted and enigmatic Victoria da Vinci, is a woman with big ideas, big secrets and a complex past. Constance soon finds herself immersed in a world of danger and mystery . . . and must make a choice. 50% historical fiction, 25% sci-fi and 25% adventure-fantasy, Dicing Time for Gladness captures the conflicted spirit of turn-of-the-century America in a time of bound optimism and deep uncertainty.
She never thought she’d see him again…this is a second chance sports romance and first book in the Wild Men Series. Sky Colton Wild isn’t just the famous football player everyone sees on their television screen.
I met Colton one summer vacation when we lined up on opposite sides of a flag football field. He was the cocky kid with clear blue eyes and a constant smirk. When he picked me up over his shoulder and ran with me the length of the field, I wanted to hate him.
But somehow we were the last two left around the campfire that night. We talked for hours under the stars. And when he kissed me, I didn’t want him to stop.
The next morning, I left. I thought I’d never see him again. And for ten years, I didn’t. Colton Sky Rosewood was the one that got away, the fiery redhead with a temper to match. It felt like way more than a teenage crush, but what did I know back then? Plus she gave me a fake phone number, not to mention a false last name. I tried everything to find her, but it was like she’d disappeared into the ethers. Ten years later, I’m out for my morning beach run and I crash into…Sky Rosewood, just before she gets knocked out by an errant wave. I try to be a gentleman and give her mouth to mouth, but she comes to and tells me off, her temper still intact. And so is my crush. Except now Sky’s a woman. A beautiful woman who agrees to give me the right number this time.
I’ve got my second chance with the woman I never forgot, and there’s no way I’m letting her get away again.
Turns out I shouldn’t have been so cocky…
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.”
Vortex is the first book in the YA, fantasy romance trilogy, Return of The Effra On a night when prophecies stir, an outraged dragon vents his anger, Damian is ripped from everything he knows and Sam's nightmares become real... Nineteen year old student Samantha White isn’t enjoying university life, she’s disillusioned with her course and having second thoughts about her future. It doesn’t help that she keeps having a scary, recurring nightmare and when she thinks things couldn’t get worse a creepy man follows her back to her room. Damian is unique, he has silver eyes, horns and wings, he is also being visited by a ghost girl. She looks so sad and frightened he feels compelled to help her, but the night he reaches out to save her from a dragon’s fiery breath he gets ripped from his life, his world, from everything he knows. Now it’s Damian who’s lost in an unfamiliar world that’s devoid of magic and full of strange monsters. His only connection with home is Sam who he recognises as the ghost girl. Sam has to put aside her fear and disbelief in Damian’s explanations about himself to try and help him find his way home.
But in a world without magic is this possible?
'God is a racist'--so goes a statement published in the literature of the Western Guard, a white-supremacist, anti-semitic group in Toronto. It is one of a number of racist organizations that have sprung up in Canada since the Second World War.
Stanley Barrett points out in this disquieting study that although many of the principles of such organizations are offensive to the vast majority of Canadians, they represent a growing part of a broader political phenomenon that has recently surfaced in numerous nations. In examining the rise of right wing extremism in Canada, a nation with a traditional reputation for tolerance, Barrett considers a wide range of political convictions, from confessed fascists to essentially ordinary, law-abiding, but highly conservative individuals who are deeply concerned about the future of Western Christian civilization. Barrett's study, grounded in a scientific tradition that has regularly exposed racial myths, is guided by humanist values that celebrate individual worth. It sheds new light on a growing phenomenon that threatens those values.