Minnie and Midge were spending the summer holiday in Scotland. They had a lovely beach to play on, full of golden sands and coloured pebbles. They were playing a game they had often played before... Mother gave them a list of things to find... an almost impossible list... and if they succeeded, she told them, something magical would happen. Of course, they never did manage to complete the task, so nothing magical ever happened... but still they tried. Today they were hunting stones, arranging their finds in a spiral pattern on the sand. "We've only to find another red one and a fossil now,"...

"The pen paints the souls longing in jewel tones." A collection of fifty two poems of life, love and inspiration. There are joys for which we cannot find expression, moments that have a depth of emotion that can only be shared in images. It is here that poetry comes into its own, for the pictures we paint with words can conjure all the emotions of the human heart. From solitude to passion, from aspiration to the quest for the soul's inner light, we seek to find ways to share our journey through life, to witness our footsteps as we pass through its shifting sands and cast a reflection on time...

Take a life with a small dog in tow, add a dash of red hair dye, a selection of crumbling biscuits and a passion for recitable verse... The result is a recipe for laughter. Sue Vincent shares her world in verse.

Sixty-nine short pieces of an erotic and humorous nature, this book takes us on a whirlwind tour of human sexuality. Graphic and blunt at all times, it provokes, amuses, entertains and arouses. Full of wit, strong opinion, tender emotion and poetic evocations of both love and lust, this is lyrical pornography writ large

Bone-white winter gleams in the moonlight. Silent shadows hunt in the night.... The Hunter's Moon sails above dark hills, caught in the empty fingers of the treetops. A mysterious company gathers to kindle the flames of the dance; arcane patterns of fire woven in the blackness to the beat of the drums. Silent as ghosts in the darkness, others follow their trail, lurking in the night to watch... and wait... seeking their chance to usurp the forest throne... Old Fox wanes with the fading year, his fur touched by the silver of frost. Can he hold his realm against the ghostly challenge of the...

"How long, now? How long have I been locked in here? One hour, maybe two? One pace, two paces, three . . . I stop at three, drowning in the exact middle of the dark space of the cell in Bakewell Gaol. They can't leave me here Look, this is just a mistake, you don't understand, we were only . . . " Ben has been arrested for his part in a scheme hatched by Wen to re-site an ancient stone in its original position. If only he had not gone back for the gun... Don and Wen are nowhere to be found and the judge seems to want an example to be made... and Ben is all he has....

"Foxes, Welch " When Special Agent Tommy Welch is called into Tee's office, he has little idea of the perils of his latest assignment. Accompanied by the sensuous Miss Hunnyfludd, Welch believes he is to investigate an outbreak of mysterious Foxes. Instead Tommy finds himself flung far back in time, to the court of King Arthur, where a Green Knight is about to extend a deadly challenge... Within the humorous spoof that frames the story, the reader is transported to Camelot to witness the confrontation of Gawain and the Green Knight. Based upon the story that lies deep at the heart of...