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The Art of Loving
Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 54,920. Language: English. Published: January 25, 2012. Categories: Fiction » Romance » General
‘Romance through and through!’ Kelly has won a scholarship to work with a famous artist in the beautiful city of Heidelberg. She is going to stay with a long lost aunt while she studies. So far so good. But what Kelly hasn’t realised is that her aunt is dying and that her nephew Max thinks Kelly has appeared out of the woodwork at this exact moment in order to benefit from her substantial will.
Gietoffers van my siel
Price: $9.99 USD. Words: 11,940. Language: Afrikaans. Published: February 8, 2012. Categories: Fiction » Poetry » Themes & motifs
“Gietoffers van my siel”, ’n digbundel van Boerius (Wilhelm Pretorius,) is Afrikaanse digkuns op sy beste. Die gedigte spreek meesterlik ’n wye verskeidenheid sielstemas aan. “Gietoffers van my siel” is ’n literêre skat wat tuishoort in elke huis. Nie net om te geniet en weer en weer te lees nie, maar om ook in bewaring gehou te word as eendag se ware Afrikana.
Berlin — The Chicago of Europe
You set the price! Words: 11,020. Language: English. Published: August 28, 2013 by Eva Schweitzer. Categories: Nonfiction » Biography » Celebrity biography, Nonfiction » Travel » By region
Get a preview of the printed book, see the video! In fall 1891, Mark Twain headed for Berlin, the “newest city I have ever seen,”. He wrote a story from Berlin, titled "The Chicago of Europe". It is reproduced here, together with a newspaper feature story by Berlin reporter Max Horwitz on Twain, a preface by Andreas Austilat, and a short video of the book.
Wilhelm
Price: $1.00 USD. Words: 2,860. Language: English. Published: January 5, 2014 by Style Writes Now. Categories: Fiction » Young adult or teen » Anthology
'From the age of ten, and until she was fifteen, Mira dreamt the very same dream almost every night. Once she had exhausted her days with study and games, she would nod off and go to a big black island surrounded by stagnant water and decay. There was nothing on that ghostly piece of land, apart from metallic oak trees, their tops full of mature, glistening acorns and sharp stones.'