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There are rules for dealing with ghosts. Too bad Ree Hutchins doesn't know them.When her favorite patient at a private mental hospital passes away, psychology student Ree Hutchins mourns the elderly woman's death. But more unsettling is her growing suspicion that something unnatural is shadowing her.
Amateur ghost hunter Hayden Priest believes Ree is being haunted. Even Amelia Gray, known in Charleston as The Graveyard Queen, senses a gathering darkness. Driven by a force she doesn't understand, Ree is compelled to uncover an old secret and put abandoned souls to restâ€"before she is locked away forever....
An ebook exclusive prequel to The Graveyard Queen series.There are rule! s for dealing with ghosts. Too bad Ree Hutchins doesn't know them.
When her favorite patient at a private mental hospital passes away, psychology student Ree Hutchins mourns the elderly woman's death. But more unsettling is her growing suspicion that something unnatural is shadowing her.
Amateur ghost hunter Hayden Priest believes Ree is being haunted. Even Amelia Gray, known in Charleston as The Graveyard Queen, senses a gathering darkness. Driven by a force she doesn't understand, Ree is compelled to uncover an old secret and put abandoned souls to restâ€"before she is locked away forever....
An ebook exclusive prequel to The Graveyard Queen series.Little Boy Lost, Book Two
Jamie is gone.
Brian's secret has been revealed.
Brian McAllister's story continues as he tries to cope with the loss of his best friend and soul mate amid the alienation and ridicule of his classmates. When hatred turns to violence, Brian narrows h! is focus to two goals: surviving and finding Jamie. Along the ! way he m eets Adam, whose life has also been shattered by violence and cruelty. Can Adam fill the hole in Brian's life left by Jamie's absence? The answer will change everything.Little Boy Lost, Book Two
Jamie is gone.
Brian's secret has been revealed.
Brian McAllister's story continues as he tries to cope with the loss of his best friend and soul mate amid the alienation and ridicule of his classmates. When hatred turns to violence, Brian narrows his focus to two goals: surviving and finding Jamie. Along the way he meets Adam, whose life has also been shattered by violence and cruelty. Can Adam fill the hole in Brian's life left by Jamie's absence? The answer will change everything.Oswald Chambers was born in Scotland and spent much of his boyhood there. His ministry of teaching and preaching took him for a time to the United States and Japan. The last six years of his life were spent as principal of the Bible Training College in London, and as chaplain to Br! itish Commonwealth troops in Egypt during World War I. After his death, at age 43, the books that bear his name were compiled by his wife from her own verbatim shorthand notes of his talks.
On Christmas Eve in 1985, a hunter found a young boy's body along an icy corn field in Nebraska. The residents of Chester, Nebraska buried him as "Little Boy Blue," unclaimed and unidentified-- until a phone call from Ohio two years later led authorities to Eli Stutzman, the boy's father.
Eli Stutzman, the son of an Amish bishop, was by all appearances a dedicated farmer and family man in the country's strictest religious sect. But behind his quiet façade was a man involved with pornography, sadomasochism, and drugs. After the suspicious death of his pregnant wife, Stutzman took his preschool-age son, Danny, and hit the road on a sexual odyssey ending with his conviction for murder. But the mystery of Eli Stutzman and the fate of his son didn't end on the barren Nebraska plai! ns. It was just beginning. . .
As an unwanted pregnan! cy, born out wedlock, I was abandoned at birth. I was unaware of my lifetime search for something missingâ€"the emotional feelings of love. As an abandoned person you become very guarded, not allowing anyone into your life for fear of being abandoned again. My early beginnings re-enforced the abandonment issue over and over.
Much later in life an attractive, bright lady entered my life and became my masseuse. As a result of that relationship I began to have feelings totally foreign to meâ€"I developed feelings of love. Unfortunately she turned out to be a master con artist, prostitute, drug addict, alcoholic, and thief, eventually physically attacking me.
In spite of all the events which occurred, I was finally able to process mentally what I had gone through, helping me to better understand my life, and that my vulnerability had allowed those things to happen.
A friend sent me a note about forgiveness. She quoted Corrie Ten Boom, a holocaust surviv! or: “To forgive is to set the prisoner free and to realize that prisoner was me.â€
In spite of the disastrous and costly events, I came out the winner.
My goal is to help others with abandonment issues to understand how they developed and what needs to be done in order to resolve those issues.
As an unwanted pregnancy, born out wedlock, I was abandoned at birth. I was unaware of my lifetime search for something missingâ€"the emotional feelings of love. As an abandoned person you become very guarded, not allowing anyone into your life for fear of being abandoned again. My early beginnings re-enforced the abandonment issue over and over.
Much later in life an attractive, bright lady entered my life and became my masseuse. As a result of that relationship I began to have feelings totally foreign to meâ€"I developed feelings of love. Unfortunately she turned out to be a master con artist, prostitute, drug addict, alcoholic, and thief, eventu! ally physically attacking me.
In spite of all the event! s which occurred, I was finally able to process mentally what I had gone through, helping me to better understand my life, and that my vulnerability had allowed those things to happen.
A friend sent me a note about forgiveness. She quoted Corrie Ten Boom, a holocaust survivor: “To forgive is to set the prisoner free and to realize that prisoner was me.â€
In spite of the disastrous and costly events, I came out the winner.
My goal is to help others with abandonment issues to understand how they developed and what needs to be done in order to resolve those issues.
Abandoned junk to some, the rusty old steel shells of vehicles are treasures to others, holding memories of a bygone era, or the promise of a pristinely restored, radically customized automobile. Automotive photographer Will Shiers has captured these dreams on film for over ten years, and this volume collects his images between two covers for the first time. Here are the beautifu! l husks Shiers has found in the United States fields and barns, shops, and salvage yards across States. Divided into five categoriesâ€"General Motors, Ford, Chrysler, Independents, and Special Vehiclesâ€"these wrecks and relics from 1910 to the 1970s come equipped with all the relevant information: history, model, location. The most comprehensive and beautifully photographed collection of abandoned cars ever published, this volume preserves for all time the exquisite skeletons of American automotive might.
For FBI Special Agent Smoky Barrett, her colleague’s wedding is cause for celebration. Until a woman staggers down the aisleâ€"incoherent, wearing only a white nightgown. A fingerprint check determines that she’s been missing for nearly eight years. Her coldly efficient captor toyed with her mind and body, imprisoning her, depriving her of any contact with the outside world. As Smoky fits together the pieces of what remains of the victim’s fra! ctured life, a chilling picture emerges of a cerebral psychopa! th who d oesn’t take murder personally, never makes a mistake, follows his own sinister logic, and has set the perfect trap.
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Cody McFadyen on Abandoned 
I build my books around the bad guy. I have from the first. I remember making a conscious decision to build my bad guys a little bit outside the box--the box being the firm reality we all know and agree to be.
Why?
Because it’s a lot more fun to write about serial killers that way.
Think about it. Hannibal Lecter is a lot more interesting than Son of Sam. Hannibal is brilliant, complex, unclassifiable. He kills with finesse and precision. Son of Sam was an unhinged lunatic, blowing people away at random. As a character, Hannibal is much more interesting to write about (and read). Because true serial killers aren’t super v! illains. They’re disturbed, sordid individuals, driven by hungers and needs that usually destroy them from the inside out. A lot of the time, they’re socially inept, and not very smart. Their depravity is most often senseless. Writing about what they do would be like writing about a great white shark: it eats because it is hungry and it has such big sharp teeth... you can’t sustain an entire novel on pure savagery. So I like for my bad guys to have a reason for what they do, some guiding purpose. Otherwise, all I’m doing is asking you to pull up a chair and watch the feast--and while something in our reptile brains might enjoy seeing a little bit of the feast, we shy away from the full truth of it.
So when I started thinking about Abandoned, the fourth book in my series, I started by thinking about my killer. I wanted to do something different, but what? The killers in the books earlier in the series had all been pretty "hungry;" in other words, t! hey were appetite driven. "So what," I thought, "about a kille! r with n o appetite at all?"
I actually rejected it at first, but the idea kept swimming back to the forefront. There was something terrifying about the idea of someone operating with such cold clarity. It was haunting me--which is always a good sign! I thought about it a lot and finally realized what (for me at least) makes such a killer so chilling: that kind of coldness relegates us to nothing, nothing at all.
The killer who is purposefully cruel, the killer who drools with excitement, still needs our humanity, at whatever level. There is a validation of our value as sentient, emotional beings, even if that only means they need our fear and our horror. It’s a terrible kind of "mattering," but still, we matter.
In the world of the killer I envisaged, we don’t matter at all. There’s no intentional cruelty, no enjoyment of our suffering, no acknowledgement of the value of our existence. He assigns his victims numbers, because it’s a more economi! cal use of oxygen than saying their names.
I saw him, he terrified me, and then I wrote him. He lies within the pages of Abandoned. It’s my hope he’ll terrify you as well.--Cody McFadyen
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