Dream Angel Mass Move In

Mass Move In is the second book in a series of adventures for Stella Jackson and her angelic family. After discovering she is part angel warrior and human known as a Sephilim angel, she sets out on her first mission to rescue a kidnapped child from a cruel and cult like family called the Hills. She plans a wedding which brings an assortment of eclectic relatives to her door along with their excess emotional baggage. Subsequently, this changes Stella’s family dynamics. In her quest, Stella reunites with Detective Leon Reese and meets her new bodyguard and security specialist, Julian Stone. From there, the three are launched into an unusual triangular relationship.

Stella, Reese and Julian visit the number capitals of Vegas and Atlantic City. Stella begins to tap into more of her angelic powers as Reese grows fearful of her angelic world.

Stella sprout her wings to protect the family she loves all while she is pregnant. She learns how to forgive as well as how to fly; and how to mend broken hearts.

What would we do if a nuclear weapon was detonated in Washington, and the US government suddenly disappeared? What would we do if a terrorist organization announced that it had concealed nuclear weapons in ever major western city and then demanded that the entire planet embrace its twisted brand of Muslin fundamentalism? In Critcal Mass, nuclear interdiction expert James Deutsh and his tormented Muslim wife, Nabila, struggle to stop an impending nuclear attack on an American city. Along the way, they delve deep into the hidden world of nuclear terrorism and the experts who strive to contain it, and get a compelling look at the titanic battle within Islam over its own future--fundamentalist and rejecting, or compassionate and life-embracing? Like Whitley Strieber's classics Warday and The Coming Global Superstorm, Critical Mass is torn straight from the dark pages of a very dangerous and very possible future. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

Michael Hiebert's remarkable debut novel tells the riveting story of a small southern town haunted by tragedy, one brave woman's struggle to put a troubling mystery to rest--and its impact on the sensitive boy who comes of age in the midst of it all. . . Abe Teal wasn't even born when Ruby Mae Vickers went missing twelve years ago. Few people in Alvin, Alabama, talk about the months spent looking for her, or about how Ruby Mae's lifeless body was finally found beneath a willow tree. Even Abe's mom, Leah, Alvin's only detective, has avoided the subject. But now, another girl is missing. Fourteen-year-old Mary Ann Dailey took the bus home from school as usual, then simply vanished. Townsfolk comb the dense forests and swampy creeks to no avail. Days later, Tiffany Michelle Yates disappears. Abe saw her only hours before, holding an ice cream cone and wearing a pink dress. Observant and smart, Abe watches his mother battle small-town bureaucracy and old resentments, desperate to find both girls and quietly frantic for her own children's safety. As the search takes on a terrifying urgency, Abe traverses the shifting ground between innocence and hard-won understanding, eager to know and yet fearing what will be revealed. Dream with Little Angels is by turns lyrical, heartbreaking, and shocking--a brilliantly plotted novel of literary suspense and of the dark shadows, painful secrets, and uncompromising courage in one small town. "One of the best books I've read in a long, long while." --Lisa Jackson, New York Times bestselling author

When he is assigned to capture demoness Luciana Rossetti, angel Brendan Clarkson, who hunts down the most dangerous criminals on Earth, meets his match in this beautiful killer who could either be his salvation or his downfall.

Inti Mach'ay and the Royal Feast of the Sun. Cusco Region, Urubamba Province, Machupicchu District. Above the Sacred Valley. December 21, 1572 The high priest stood waiting for the sun to rise at the Intihuatana stone. The Inca believed the stone captured and held the sun in place along its daily trek across the sky. As a calendar, the stone aligns with the sun's position during the winter solstice. At midday on November 11, and again on January 30, the sun shines directly upon the pillar, casting no shadow at all. The hand-carved base, however, reflects the contour of the Inca Empire. An empire far more significant than anyone knew, an empire currently under assault. The priest retrieved the set of ceremonial daggers made from bismuth bronze from the tomb. The knives, created in the fifteenth century, are the earliest known artifacts containing this alloy. They were said to be a gift from the gente pequeña, the little people. He would not leave them for the hairy conquerors to find. They stank and had no honor. Twenty million MesoAmericans disappeared. Ninety-five percent of the Olmec, Mayan, Aztec, and Inca populations just went on a walkabout one morning and disappeared. It was not war or disease, for there were no bodies. The Compassionist’s Agenda. Three days ago… A week ago, my life changed. A gathering of dreams came home. I was tired, exhausted, and accidentally drugged. I'd been caring for a friend when the illusions crawled from the darkness onto my deck. They woke something from childhood; memories and dreams belonging to someone else. Familiar, somehow, but not mine. Something in them haunted me for a week. But, as it does, life returned to normal; until this morning. Two of the little ones came back; simply popped into existence along the shoreline. The Imaginary Resolution Services® were tracking the dreams that visited. They had disappeared after revealing themselves, with no traces anywhere. The only reason 'Homefry' and 'Pooh' came here was to question my friend, the one who started all this in the first place. It seems Leonardo Garfield is the only Grumpmuffin available now. The IRS was hoping to backtrack our visitors from his signature. It turns out that cats are walkers. Their purrs allow them a sympathetic resonance that vibrates the veils open between realities. The Twelyth Teg use their wings to the same end. The rest of us need to use the ley lines, the bismuth veins that crisscross the planet. Be that as it may, I am going along, too. What I thought was a one-off experience goes much deeper. Children encounter magic because they look for it. It snuck up on me. I did not find the beauty of my childhood again, only to lose it now. If you know anything about me, it should be that I keep a promise. I don't make many, but the ones that I do, get delivered. Homefry and Pooh, along with me and thee, are going to find our friends and bring them home. Despite the odds, I'll do what I usually do and follow my heart. But first, we need to locate a few things lost to time; miracles. We're going to need them.

Are the walking dead, demons, manifestations of spirits only in Hollywood movies? Can one of five metals magically placed into the body give man enormous powers? Does it all sound unbelievable, well its not!!! Read about these and more "In Dreams and Visions."

In the tradition of Octavia Butler, here is radical self-help, society-help, and planet-help to shape the futures we want. Change is constant. The world, our bodies, and our minds are in a constant state of flux. They are a stream of ever-mutating, emergent patterns. Rather than steel ourselves against such change, Emergent Strategy teaches us to map and assess the swirling structures and to read them as they happen, all the better to shape that which ultimately shapes us, personally and politically. A resolutely materialist spirituality based equally on science and science fiction: a wild feminist and afro-futurist ride! adrienne maree brown, co-editor of Octavia’s Brood: Science Fiction from Social Justice Movements, is a social justice facilitator, healer, and doula living in Detroit.