murray hodgson

The folks that supposedly know all about writing, publishing and printing books said, you have to tell them a little about yourself. Actually I have in the opening chapter at least. But again this is NOT supposed to be an autobiography about me, but rather the very unique experiences of my life. Naturally, some of me will creep into the pages because of how one thing led to another and then another etc. I have left a lot of the real me personal stuff out of the book on purpose for that reason. So after retiring from the military (US Air Force) after 24 pretty good years of service, I did all sorts of things but to be honest nothing was a perfect match for me. I cooked at aanEdgartown (Martha‘s Vineyard ) restaurant for a summer, drove a taxi mainly for tourists a couple oif years, worked in retail, cooked at an assisted living place, sold carpets, wood flooring, ceramic and all that for a few years. All of that was pleasureable most days, but just not me. So in 1996, remembering my service in Iceland and the litteral paradise it was in the 70‘s and 80‘s when I served there I decided to make the move. Having an Icelandic wife, that made the immigration application and approval fairly easy. Since one necessary requirement was a full time job to get a work permit. So I took a job at of all places McDonald‘s for nearly a year. A great training ground, But Iceland, like everywhere was changing, but with all the rukles and regulations about as close to slavery as busy as it was for anyone. I did announcing, finally getting on at a radio station with a show in fact three of my own over three years. But in the closing days of the century, the station changed hands a few times , managers even more frequently and someone discovered that if you taped stuff, ran computer programs and automated most of the time, you didn‘t have to pay salaries just the electric bill. So that ended the last day of 1999 when a new contract was offerred at about half pay. I declined. Then I went into tourism for 20 years, planning personal tours for people. That was great. It‘s an incredile beautiful country,expensive to live work and visit here but VERY worth the effort, even today. 2008 wasn‘t the only crash. My overall health declined rather suddenly, with iskemic optical neropathy, partially in both eyes, type two diabeties, high blood pressure and general unsteadiness, perhaps because of everything else. So enough about the author. If you want to know more, you‘ll have to ask. So enjoy the book, I wrote it to be enjoyed.

Si Ana ay isang ordinaryong kabataan. Ngunit tila ang mga taong nakapaligid sa kaniya ay nais agawin ang kaniyang kamusmusan. Paano kakayin ng kaniyang murang isipan ang mga pang-aabusong kahaharapin?

On Venus, where it rains blood and sulfuric acid, I swallowed God. Abandoned by his owner, exiled from Mars, high school humanoid **Kai** is cast away to the desolate fringes of Venus. There, in that backwater village, another high school humanoid, **Oto**, is chosen to become a *sacrifice*. To save Oto from her destined fate, the two attempt to escape from the divine bindings of **Lin**, the god worshipped by the village. With the very hands that once buried a god—what kind of future will they try to grasp?

Gigantic World Humans Power What could go wrong?!

Born of ice, forged by fire; destined to burn brightest than them all. - Ginryuu Homura is the illegitimate child of the Frostborn royal family and a rare male Moonchild, a descendant of the long-forgotten lineage of Luna, the Moon Goddess. Born with the revered Blue Flame, a mystical fire infused with both ice and fire, Homura embodies a rare balance of elements. This unique power is rumored to be the key to peace between the opposing forces of fire and frost. Yet, rather than celebrated, Homura’s origins and powers mark him as an outcast, a reminder of a forbidden union. After the devastating Great Ignition, which left elemental factions fractured and weary of one another, the Frostborn seek peace with their ancient rivals, the Solare Empire. As a token of this fragile peace, Homura is chosen as a sacrificial envoy, handed over to the empire despite his royal heritage. Upon his arrival, he is placed as a ward under Kouen, the Commander-in-Chief of the Scorchers—a fierce military faction that venerates Sol, the God of Fire. Kouen, known for his cunning and charm, sees Homura’s blue flame not as a threat, but as a potential weapon that could change the course of history. While others view Homura’s flame with suspicion, Kouen is drawn to its mysterious power, recognizing that it might be instrumental in mending the elemental rifts that led to the Great Ignition.

I FOUND YOU, MY LAST FINAL MASTERPIECE.

this story travels not in a city but hidden in a small town where one tragedy strucked one at a time leaving the townsvill in shock p.s if you don't like stories in which the reader like gets a clue on who the murder is then goodbye? comment down your opinion on this story if i had some grammer mistakes and stuff

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sebuah keluarga kecil di bawah nama keluarga besar "Raya"sukses awalnya karena usaha orangtuanya lalu miskin karena bangkrut sebab di tipu rekan usahanya. lalu bisa bangkit lagi karena kerja keras ke tiga anaknya.tentang keluarga besarnya, mereka akan di ceritakan di pertengahan cerita karena keluarga besarnya sejak usaha keluarga kecil tersebut bangkrut,tak ada keluarga di bawah nama keturunan" Raya" yang menghiraukan mereka. bagaimana keluarga kecil itu bangkit dengan mandiri??

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!