...Cassie’s Confections It Takes courage to stand up for what your believe in even is some one says you can't. In the book Roll of thunder , hear my cry by Mildred D. Taylor. Cassie Logan , a9 year old shows courage by standing to lillian Jean, staying for T.J. when he was very badly hurt and also standing up for all blacks who were discriminated by the whites. One of many ways Cassie Logan shows courage is standing up to “Miz” Lillian Jean. She shows courage by keeping her cool and not very badly hurting “Miz” Lillian Jean. She even gost to the extent of saying ‘I'm Sorry ...M-Mix… Lillian Jean. Cassie held back her thought of hurting Lillian Jean She said” I did not feel like messing with Lillian Jean. I had other things on my mind.”Okay,: i said starting past,”I'm” Sorry”. That shows how Cassie as control over what she does unlike Stacey. Standing up to a bullie takes courage. When cassie stayed back for T.J. even when he was a jerk. When T.J comes to the house beat up and badly hurt. Cassie stays when stacy asks her to get help. She say “Well you ain’t going without me”(Logan PG.249). That shows that Cassie can stand up for someone...
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...the novel Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry the fictional character cassie logan stands up for herself and her family and friends. Cassie proves how courageous she is by standing up for little man, she stands up to Mr. Barnett, she stands up to a white girl named lillian jean simms. Cassie proved she she was a sassy and daring girl, who respects and loves her family and the land they live on. She stands up for herself and her family to show the white people who don't care much about the rights of the black people. She shows the world around her she will do anything to protect her friends and family. Are you willing to take a whipping for your brother or sister? Cassie logan was not afraid to stand up for her little brother Little Man. This event is at the beginning of the book when cassie stands up for Little Man about not wanting the “dirty” books they were given. She tried to explain to mrs crooker why he didn't want the book. He wanted a brand new book. Mrs crooker got even more upset with this and was not letting it slide. Cassie wasn't going to stand for it so to show her support for Little man, Cassie said “Mrs crooker I don't want my book...
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...book, Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry by Mildred D. Tayler, the main character, Cassie Logan, was a very courageous young girl. She did so many things that no young girl through her time period would do. Cassie is a warm hearted girl that would do anything for her family, even if it gets her in trouble. I would do the same though. Cassie was an outgoing little girl that spoke with her hart. She made sure nothing stood in her way to get her family happy. Cassie was very courageous throughout the book. She did many things that I would do if I was in her position. The first time I saw how brave she was, was when she and her brothers went out and dug a hole in the rain so that the bus with the white kids on it gets. They did this because they always walked to school and since it started to rain the bus, filled with white children, will splash them with the mud and laugh. “At noon, we met as planned and ducked into the unlocked toolshed where all the church and school garden tools were kept….When we reached the place where we had fallen into the gully, Stacy halted. “All...
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...one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell (Don't stop me) And I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell GIRLS GOT RHYTHM Highway To Hell (1979) SINGLE: Girls Got Rhythm/Get It Hot (1979) SINGLE: Girls Got Rhythm-If You Want Blood/ Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be(live)-Rock'N'Roll Damnation(live) (1979) (Young, Young, Scott) I've been around the world I've seen a million girls Ain't one of them got What my lady she's got She steals the spotlight Knocks me off my feet She's enough to start a landslide Just a walkin' down the street Wearing dresses so tight And looking dynamite Enough to blow me out No doubt about it can't live without it CHORUS: The girl's got rhythm The girl's got rhythm She's got the backseat rhythm The girl's got rhythm She's like a lethal brand Too much for any man She gives me first degree She really satisfies me Love me till I'm legless Aching and sore Enough to stop a freight train Or start the Third World War You know I'm losin' sleep I'm in too deep And my body needs love No doubt about it can't live without it CHORUS...
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...Work reproduced with no editorial responsibility The Steppe Anton Chekhov Notice by Luarna Ediciones This book is in the public domain because the copyrights have expired under Spanish law. Luarna presents it here as a gift to its customers, while clarifying the following: 1) Because this edition has not been supervised by our editorial deparment, we disclaim responsibility for the fidelity of its content. 2) Luarna has only adapted the work to make it easily viewable on common sixinch readers. 3) To all effects, this book must not be considered to have been published by Luarna. www.luarna.com The Story of a Journey I EARLY one morning in July a shabby covered chaise, one of those antediluvian chaises without springs in which no one travels in Russia nowadays, except merchant's clerks, dealers and the less well-to-do among priests, drove out of N., the principal town of the province of Z., and rumbled noisily along the posting-track. It rattled and creaked at every movement; the pail, hanging on behind, chimed in gruffly, and from these sounds alone and from the wretched rags of leather hanging loose about its peeling body one could judge of its decrepit age and readiness to drop to pieces. Two of the inhabitants of N. were sitting in the chaise; they were a merchant of N. called Ivan Ivanitch Kuzmitchov, a man with a shaven face wearing glasses and a straw hat, more like a government clerk than a merchant, and Father Christopher Sireysky, the priest of the...
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...that love never fails, That all is fair in love and war, But really, how do you know, What love can or can not do? And if all is fair in love and war, then Why does someone always end up getting hurt? I know my love will never fail, Because I love you with all my heart and soul, Because I would give my life for you, And everything I am or have just to be with you. However, I can not be fair to all Because all is not fair in love and war. I wish to hurt no one, so I don't, But by doing so, I hurt myself. My heart wants to be with you so much And yet I wish to hurt no one. So I don't, I don't confess my love for you, I keep it locked inside, And as a friend I stay by your side. My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged. I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul, With all that I am and hope to be just for you. My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if, But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both. My heart belongs to you but only half, Because I gave the other half away to him. Now I suffer for my love, for both are great, But only one, I wish I could be with forever. All is not fair in love and war, So I love you both and suffer much, Because my heart is wounded, torn in half. I can not speak of my deep love for you, I can not confess my feelings to you. So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong. Why must I go on without your love? It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so. It's destiny to love you so. -------------------------------------------------------------...
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... 5 Beast from Water Page 4 of 290 106 Go Back 6 Beast from Air 134 7 Shadows and Tall Trees 155 8 Gift for the Darkness 177 9 A View to a Death 207 Full Screen Close Quit 10 The Shell and the Glasses 221 Home Page 11 Castle Rock 242 12 Cry of the Hunters 262 Title Page Contents Page 5 of 290 Go Back Full Screen Close Quit Home Page 1 The Sound of the Shell Title Page Contents The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echoed by another. “Hi!” it said. “Wait a minute!” The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering. “Wait a minute,” the voice said. “I got caught up.” The fair boy stopped and jerked his...
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...the Mountain Huts on the Beach Painted Faces and Long Hair Beast from Water Beast from Air Shadows and Tall Trees Gift for the Darkness A View to a Death 5 42 65 80 106 Title Page Contents Page 4 of 290 Go Back 134 155 177 207 Quit Full Screen Close 10 The Shell and the Glasses 11 Castle Rock 12 Cry of the Hunters 221 Home Page 242 262 Title Page Contents Page 5 of 290 Go Back Full Screen Close Quit Home Page 1 The Sound of the Shell The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echoed by another. “Hi!” it said. “Wait a minute!” The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering. “Wait a minute,” the voice said. “I got caught up.” The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties. The voice spoke again. “I can’t hardly...
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...Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three About the Author Also by Pittacus Lore Credits Copyright About the Publisher THE EVENTS IN THIS BOOK ARE REAL. NAMES AND PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE LORIEN SIX, WHO REMAIN IN HIDING. OTHER CIVILIZATIONS DO EXIST. SOME OF THEM SEEK TO DESTROY YOU. Chapter One MY NAME IS MARINA, AS OF THE SEA, BUT I WASN’T called that until much later. In the beginning I was known merely as Seven, one of the nine surviving Garde from the planet Lorien, the fate of which was, and still is, left in our hands. Those of us who aren’t lost. Those of us still alive. I was six when we landed. When the ship jolted to a halt on Earth, even at my young age I sensed how much was at stake for us—nine Cêpan, nine Garde— and that our only chance waited for us here. We had entered the planet’s atmosphere in the midst of a storm of our own creation, and as our feet found Earth for the very first time, I remember the wisps of steam that rolled off the ship and the goose bumps that covered my arms. I hadn’t felt the wind in a year, and it was freezing outside. Somebody was there waiting for us. I don’t know who he was, only that he handed each Cêpan two sets of clothes and a large envelope. I still don’t know what was in it. As a group we huddled...
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...Divergent Veronica Roth Dedication To my mother, who gave me the moment when Beatrice realizes how strong her mother is and wonders how she missed it for so long Contents Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Excerpt from Insurgent Chapter One Chapter Two Acknowledgments About the Author Back Ad Praise for Divergent Books By Veronica Roth Credits Copyright About the Publisher CHAPTER ONE THERE IS ONE mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day my mother cuts my hair. I sit on the stool and my mother stands behind me with the scissors, trimming. The strands fall on the floor in a dull, blond ring. When she finishes, she pulls my hair away from my face and twists it into a knot. I note how calm she looks and...
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...condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the Jinnah Library. ISBN 687-2-7052-9242-1 Papers used by Ali are natural, renewable and recyclable products sourced from well-managed forests and certified in accordance with the rules of the Forest Stewardship Council Dedication To my Lord Almighty, the Beneficent and the Merciful and His last Prophet Muhammad PBUH Table of Contents Acknowledgement Preface Article 1 Love for the Messenger (P.B.U.H.) 2 Short Stories 10 Internal Revelation to Reality 11 It’s never late…! 17 Poems 25 Hope 26 Oh My Lord! 27...
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...G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS An imprint of Penguin Young Readers Group. Published by The Penguin Group. Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014, USA. Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.). Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England. Penguin Ireland, 25 St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd). Penguin Group (Australia), 707 Collins Street, Melbourne, Victoria 3008, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd). Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Center, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi–110 017, India. Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, Auckland 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd). Penguin Books South Africa, Rosebank Office Park, 181 Jan Smuts Avenue, Parktown North 2193, South Africa. Penguin China, B7 Jiaming Center, 27 East Third Ring Road North, Chaoyang District, Beijing 100020, China. Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England. Copyright © 2013 by Rick Yancey. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission in writing from the publisher, G. P. Putnam’s Sons, an imprint of Penguin Young Readers Group, 345 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014. G. P. Putnam’s Sons, Reg. U.S. Pat & Tm. Off. Please...
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...troubled with snipers. Am glad I have done my duty. First wash for a week – go down to the Water Hole, which is always covered by Turkish snipers – it was safer in the trenches than here – all around this spot are dead and wounded who have been hit when dodging round this corner; however, one must drink, even if the price be Death. Make dug-outs in our rest camps, but men are continually caught by the snipers. Many are commencing to suffer from dysentery, though the spirit of the men is splendid, always ready for a joke. Signaller Walker just hit in the mouth – we considered we were out of range in our dug-out but the snipers are everywhere. Sergeant of the machine gun is writing a very amusing diary, full of humour; I wish I had his spirit. In the dug-out just above me a poor chap is lying very ill but has asked me to say nothing to the medical officer as he does not want to get sent away in the middle of the fun, as he calls it. Of such stuff are soldiers made – I think if I were in his place I’d be glad of an excuse to get out of this Hell, though I don’t think I should ever have forgiven myself if I had not come. I hear that to-morrow we are going to make a charge – the Turks are cutting our supplies off; the situation is severely critical. To read this in a newspaper makes an item of passing interest; to experience it is something quite different – if we are up against it, please God I may die in the same spirit that I know my comrades will display, for they know not defeat...
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...institution for its educational purposes provided that the educational institution (or body that administers it) has given a remuneration notice to Copyright Agency Limited (CAL) under the Act. Allen & Unwin 83 Alexander Street Crows Nest NSW 2065 Australia Phone: Fax: Email: Web: (61 2) 8425 0100 (61 2) 9906 2218 info@allenandunwin.com www.allenandunwin.com A Cataloguing-in-Publication entry is available from the National Library of Australia www.trove.nla.gov.au ISBN 978 1 74237 820 6 Cover photograph: dress designer - Alex London; styling – Katherine Erwin; hair & makeup – Arturo Swayze Typography: Ray Shappell Printed in Australia by McPherson’s Printing Group 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 For my parents, and for my husband, because when I said I wanted to touch the moon you took my hand, held me close, and taught me how to fly. Two roads diverged in a wood, and...
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...To Annalena Part One "The Tributes" When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping. I prop myself up on one elbow. There’s enough light in the bedroom to see them. My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me. Sitting at Prim’s knees, guarding her, is the world’s ugliest cat. Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash. Prim named him Buttercup, insisting that his muddy yellow coat matched the bright flower. I le hates me. Or at least distrusts me. Even though it was years ago, I think he still remembers how I tried to drown him in a bucket when Prim brought him home. Scrawny kitten, belly swollen with worms, crawling with fleas. The last thing I needed was another mouth to feed. But Prim begged so hard, cried even, I had to let him stay. It turned out okay. My mother got rid of the vermin and he’s a born mouser. Even catches the occasional rat. Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails...
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