Samuel Hopkins Adams eBooks
eBooks di Samuel Hopkins Adams di Formato Mobipocket
From a Bench in Our Square. E-book. Formato Mobipocket Samuel Hopkins Adams - Kore Enterprises, 2018 -
An unusual arrangement of story-telling. The point of view is that of an elderly resident of a city neighborhood called simply 'Our Square' who observes events from a bench. But he also sometimes takes a hand with little arrangements and advice in the background. Each story can be read stand-alone so it is really easy to get the sense of the whole by reading one.
Success: A Novel. E-book. Formato Mobipocket Samuel Hopkins Adams - Kore Enterprises, 2018 -
Mystery thriller from the prolific American author best known for his investigative journalism. Excerpt from Success: A Novel The lonely station of Manzanita stood out, sharp and unsightly, in the keen February sunlight. A mile away in a dip of the desert, lay the town, a sorry sprawl of frame buildings, patternless save for the one main street, which promptly lost itself at either end in a maze of cholla, prickly pear, and the lovely, golden-glowing roseo. Far as the eye could see, the waste was spangled with vivid hues, for the rare rains had come, and all the cacti were in joyous bloom, from the scarlet stain of the ocatilla to the pale, dream-flower of the yucca. Overhead the sky shone with a hard serenity, a blue, enameled dome through which the imperishable fires seemed magnified as they limned sharp shadows on the earth; but in the southwest clouds massed and lurked darkly for a sign that the storm had but called a truce. East to west, along a ridge bounding the lower desert, ran the railroad, a line as harshly uncompromising as the cold mathematics of the engineers who had mapped it. To the nortli spread unfathomably a forest of scrub pine and pinon, rising, here and there, into loftier growth. It was as if man, with his imperious interventions, had set those thin steel parallels as an irrefragable boundary to the mutual encroachments of forest and desert, tree and cactus. A single, straggling trail squirmed its way into the woodland. One might have surmised that it was winding hopefully if blindly toward the noble mountain peak shimmering in white splendor, mystic and wonderful, sixty miles away, hut seeming in that lucent air to be brooding closely over all the varied loveliness below.