He drove. The road was lined with fireworks stands, put together with plywood and scrap lumber, with hinged wooden shut-downs over counters packed high with brightly wrapped pyrotechnics from China. Hand lettered signs identified each stand. They seemed to be family enterprises. We later learned that the teen-aged son of each family was obliged to sleep in the shuttered stand with a .357 magnum tucked under his pillow to protect the investment from vandals and thieves. According to law, the fireworks purchased on the reservation must be set off on the reservation, but of course mainlanders came over and filled up their trunks, turning their own quiet neighborhoods into war zones, terrifying the family pets and invariably blowing off some of the little digits of their own children. Don’t get me started on fireworks. More distractions for the dumb. Fireworks have killed and maimed more people than marijuana, which to date hovers around zero, but one is legal and encouraged, the other one can get you hard time. Don’t get me started. There is no new consciousness born, and no consciousness is ever destroyed. All consciousness resurfaces somehow. That's why we continue to go from life to life, all of us, the same beings, from the limitless beginning of time... every sentient being has been your mother." Rimpoche Nawang Gehlek
“Anne Argula brings a welcome voice to the noir novel with Quinn, who is earthy, gritty, but above all, a mature woman. We don't have enough of those." —Sara Paretsky, author of Fire Sale Quinn, a newly divorced ex-cop, retains custody of her wild hot flashes, her twisted tongue, her fey sense of humor, and her propensity for trouble. Now trying to get a foothold as a P.I. in a new city, Quinn takes what she thinks will be a safe job with Vincent Ainge, to whom she is oddly attracted. Vincent, who has his own demons, is the only mitigation investigator in the Northwest working to save the lives of convicted killers from ending at the gallows in Walla Walla state prison. When a young secretary named Eileen vanishes, the woman's boss hires Quinn to track her down. What looks like a missing-person case turns out to be anything but, sucking into its wake Vincent, his demented father, Eileen's barely legitimate boss, her sexually vulnerable mother, a serial rapist and possible serial killer, and, of course, Quinn herself. Quinn's improvised investigation takes her to the dangerous dark corners of the human psyche and casts suspicion where she least expects it, which will ignite a burst of violence and a resolution that readers won't see coming. "A gritty, intriguing crime novel with a distinctively aggressive heroine."—Lansing State Journal "Hard-boiled, fast-talking Quinn [is] an impressively well-rounded and modern heroine."—Publishers Weekly "A terrific, suspenseful tale of murder, driven by interesting and quirky characters, leavened by edgy self-deprecating humor, and resolved by a surprising twist."—Joseph Wambaugh, author of Hollywood Station "A wonderful novel—smart, funny, and remarkably humane."—James Crumley, author of The Right Madness "Anne Argula's menopausal detective will give mystery fans multiple hot flashes of horror, humor, and surprise."—Tom Robbins, author of Villa Incognito
Anne Argula’s menopausal detective will give mystery fans multiple hot flashes of horror, humor, and surprise."—Tom Robbins Quinn, a sharp-tongued private investigator in Seattle who's been busy waving goodbye to her philandering husband while fanning her hot flashes with her other hand, has just bumped into a case that threatens to expose the compassionate heart beneath her hard-boiled exterior. A fifteen-year-old named Danny has suffered hideous abuse at the hands of his twisted parents, and now he's battling a life-threatening illness. Danny's saga has been turned into a bestselling memoir that is about to be adapted into a made-for-TV movie. The screenwriter, Alex Krapp, has talked to the weak, reclusive Danny only over the phone. But now a cynical reporter who believes that the kid doesn't exist is about to put her suspicions in print. Can Quinn find and vindicate Danny before he dies? Quinn is not only moved by the tale but a little attracted to Krapp himself. And yet something seems strange. Why does the story have so many similarities to her previous high-profile murder case, and why has Krapp hired her? While Quinn gets in touch with her feminine side, her suspicions force her to keep one hand on her Smith & Wesson LadySmith. "Argula is a funny and original new voice."—Rocky Mountain New
This source publication of the complete writings of an outstanding woman reformer of the early Reformation sheds new light on the appropriation of Protestantism by "ordinary" urban laity, and demonstrates their contributions to the theology and practice of religious reform. The print edition is available as a set of two volumes (9789004111127).
When we first meet Payson Wright she is standing frozen with fear on a clear platform jutting out over the Grand Canyon almost a mile in the air. Fear of Heights is the story of Payson, a 43 year old woman whose adventurous trip across the country turns into a remarkable journey of self-discovery. Payson is tasked with driving her sister's 130 pound dog, Yeti, from her home in Washington, DC to Los Angeles, CA where her sister has relocated. The trip will take only ten days but what Payson finds along the way will change her life forever. Although pit stops include a visit to the wacky Corn Palace in South Dakota and a memorable night in Mount Rushmore, not all Payson's detours are of the travel variety. A brief stay in the Badlands of South Dakota proves that sometimes the most forbidding and desolate places on the planet can yield the biggest rewards.
“Anne Argula brings a welcome voice to the noir novel with Quinn, who is earthy, gritty, but above all, a mature woman. We don't have enough of those." —Sara Paretsky, author of Fire Sale Quinn, a newly divorced ex-cop, retains custody of her wild hot flashes, her twisted tongue, her fey sense of humor, and her propensity for trouble. Now trying to get a foothold as a P.I. in a new city, Quinn takes what she thinks will be a safe job with Vincent Ainge, to whom she is oddly attracted. Vincent, who has his own demons, is the only mitigation investigator in the Northwest working to save the lives of convicted killers from ending at the gallows in Walla Walla state prison. When a young secretary named Eileen vanishes, the woman's boss hires Quinn to track her down. What looks like a missing-person case turns out to be anything but, sucking into its wake Vincent, his demented father, Eileen's barely legitimate boss, her sexually vulnerable mother, a serial rapist and possible serial killer, and, of course, Quinn herself. Quinn's improvised investigation takes her to the dangerous dark corners of the human psyche and casts suspicion where she least expects it, which will ignite a burst of violence and a resolution that readers won't see coming. "A gritty, intriguing crime novel with a distinctively aggressive heroine."—Lansing State Journal "Hard-boiled, fast-talking Quinn [is] an impressively well-rounded and modern heroine."—Publishers Weekly "A terrific, suspenseful tale of murder, driven by interesting and quirky characters, leavened by edgy self-deprecating humor, and resolved by a surprising twist."—Joseph Wambaugh, author of Hollywood Station "A wonderful novel—smart, funny, and remarkably humane."—James Crumley, author of The Right Madness "Anne Argula's menopausal detective will give mystery fans multiple hot flashes of horror, humor, and surprise."—Tom Robbins, author of Villa Incognito
He drove. The road was lined with fireworks stands, put together with plywood and scrap lumber, with hinged wooden shut-downs over counters packed high with brightly wrapped pyrotechnics from China. Hand lettered signs identified each stand. They seemed to be family enterprises. We later learned that the teen-aged son of each family was obliged to sleep in the shuttered stand with a .357 magnum tucked under his pillow to protect the investment from vandals and thieves. According to law, the fireworks purchased on the reservation must be set off on the reservation, but of course mainlanders came over and filled up their trunks, turning their own quiet neighborhoods into war zones, terrifying the family pets and invariably blowing off some of the little digits of their own children. Don’t get me started on fireworks. More distractions for the dumb. Fireworks have killed and maimed more people than marijuana, which to date hovers around zero, but one is legal and encouraged, the other one can get you hard time. Don’t get me started. There is no new consciousness born, and no consciousness is ever destroyed. All consciousness resurfaces somehow. That's why we continue to go from life to life, all of us, the same beings, from the limitless beginning of time... every sentient being has been your mother." Rimpoche Nawang Gehlek
Anne Argula’s menopausal detective will give mystery fans multiple hot flashes of horror, humor, and surprise."—Tom Robbins Quinn, a sharp-tongued private investigator in Seattle who's been busy waving goodbye to her philandering husband while fanning her hot flashes with her other hand, has just bumped into a case that threatens to expose the compassionate heart beneath her hard-boiled exterior. A fifteen-year-old named Danny has suffered hideous abuse at the hands of his twisted parents, and now he's battling a life-threatening illness. Danny's saga has been turned into a bestselling memoir that is about to be adapted into a made-for-TV movie. The screenwriter, Alex Krapp, has talked to the weak, reclusive Danny only over the phone. But now a cynical reporter who believes that the kid doesn't exist is about to put her suspicions in print. Can Quinn find and vindicate Danny before he dies? Quinn is not only moved by the tale but a little attracted to Krapp himself. And yet something seems strange. Why does the story have so many similarities to her previous high-profile murder case, and why has Krapp hired her? While Quinn gets in touch with her feminine side, her suspicions force her to keep one hand on her Smith & Wesson LadySmith. "Argula is a funny and original new voice."—Rocky Mountain New
Two Vermont columnists share their unusual money-saving advice for hundreds of day-to-day problems, from kitchen and bath cleaning to gardening and home repair
Through this searching overview of Anne Graham's work Joan Ackland leads us to the artist's unique vision, with its particular insight and character. Key factors in its formation have been the artist's background and her personality about which the author writes with the appealing vitality of her subject.
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