The day he lost his job, Rex Barney receives in a disbursement of a will, one skeleton key. Big deal. He'd rather have money. But the key is his entrance to the exclusive Spyglass House, a private club built on the fault line of time and space, each side-door opening onto another world. So it is when Rex stumbles out into a 19th century Indjia, a land of snake charmers and elephants, steam engines and sailing ships, he falls in with two shady ladies who promise him sweetmeats and card tricks on a train to Norpur if he will help them appropriate a stash of jewels worth enough to live large in...

Come with me to Spyglass House where time and space and shifting dimensions meet, and I'll open a side door for you on the alternate world of 1938, take you up in an early biplane, provide you a sleeper on the Pan American Clipper, and fly you to Europe on the great dirigible, Hindenburg, still alive in this world. But you'll have to hang out with Rex Barney as fights the Nazi, tries to squirrel an Enigma Coding Machine out of Warsaw to Britain, and save two women from the Gestapo. Oh yes, and joining the exclusive Six Hundred Foot High Club is in the offing. Also the Two Hundred Meter High...

In Hosea 6:6, God says, it is love I desire, not sacrifice. What Burnt Offering volume 2 contains are just black squigglys on white paper, a jumble of letters I worked to string together by the grace of God. They are the only gift I have to return. Even so, in the vastness of time and space are not our lives but whiffs of smoke? Burnt Offerings? Here today. Gone tomorrow. But God's love for us is eternal, higher than the stars above the grass of the fields. And if these black squigglys help you connect with that grace, if they give you comfort, a chuckle or two, a prayer, if they prompt a...