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Breaking up can be a gut-wrenching ordeal. Whether the breakup was expected or not, you've been on an emotional roller coaster that's probably left you with lots of questions. Rest assured that you're not alone, there's nothing wrong with you, and, most importantly, things will get better. Written just for teens, The Teen Breakup Survival Guide will gently walk you through all stages of a breakup and offers evidence-based skills from cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), dialectical behavior therapy (DBT), and neuroscience to help you move forward with your life.

It’s all very well deciding to build the means to save British magick. Top marks for ambitious goals! ...But there are one or two obstacles in the way. For one, said means does not yet exist, and it’ll take a genius to sort that one out. Luckily, we’ve got one of those. We call him Orlando. For another, nothing at all can be built without materials, and no common-or-garden commodities will do. It’s got to be silver. The impossibly rare, virtually extinct kind. This one’s on me, Val and Jay.

As an agent of the Society for Magickal Heritage, I, Cordelia Vesper, have an important job: rescue endangered creatures, artefacts, books and spells wherever they are to be found. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to keep British magick alive. So we rescued a valuable book from a long-lost library, only it proved to be unusually... chatty. And it's got a foul mouth, too. What manner of weird magick is this? Somebody else thinks it's pretty interesting, too. Ancestria Magicka, they call themselves. Brand new. Big trouble.

Fresh from an involuntary crash course in the Stranger Arts, I've a new mystery on my plate: the inexplicable reappearance of a particularly fantastic magickal species. Which is great, don't get me wrong. Rescuing magickal beasts is what we do around here. But the Dappledok Pup hasn't been seen since the seventeen hundreds; so how did we find one, alive and kicking, over two hundred years later? And this beast has a talent for sniffing out treasure, no less. Happenstance? Maybe not.

Stranded far from home, and unable to return, I am in bigger trouble than ever. I know I say that a lot, but this time it's really true. Not that there aren’t advantages to my particular predicament. If one must put up with a dangerous degree of magickal potency, one is duty-bound to… put it to use, no? Certainly nothing insane, irresponsible and potentially life-threatening. As if. But we'll need every possible advantage in the Hyndorin Mountains. For there, hidden behind layers of secrets, could be the answers we are looking for.

Have you been to Castle Chansany? Perhaps you’ve heard of it, or somewhere like it. It’s that airy castle in the clouds, straight out of a dream. A place where wizards spin marvels from their finger-tips, and the Queen holds banquets deep into the night. A place of mystery and curiosity, finery and fancy, where even the furniture might talk to you (if you’re polite enough to it). A place of magic and enchantment, where anything could happen... Come meet the flamboyant Wizard Garstang and his draconic apprentice, Jessamine.

Four years ago, somebody pinched perhaps the most valuable book in existence. Merlin’s personal grimoire. And the price they’re offering for its return is the kind we can’t refuse, so it’s Ves and Jay on the case. Except that there aren’t any clues. Seriously, not even a little one. Nothing’s going to solve this case but a Vesper-patented Crazy Plan, and it had better be a good one, for complications are sprouting like daisies. At least it’s a straightforward mission. There’s no earthly way this one’s going to turn my entire life upside down... right?

Dispatched overseas — far, far overseas — we're in hot water. Again. Following in the footsteps of a long-lost king, we're on the road to the mysterious Vales of Wonder. The upside? It's a hot-bed of magickal marvels, the likes of which we've literally never seen before. The downside? Danger. Because who ever said adventure would be easy? Fortunately, we have help. One reviled but aggravatingly handy beast specialist: check. One world-famous, awe-inspiring, purple-clad troll scholar: check. One perambulatory, half-mad house with a crush on Jay: check.

Things have been quiet at the Society lately. Too quiet. It couldn’t possibly last. When a griffin appeared in the Yorkshire skies, it could only mean bad news. There’s only one place in Britain it could have come from and that’s the lost kingdom of Farringale. It’s a dire warning, and there’s worse to come. Turns out we aren’t the only people with an interest in the age-old city of the trolls. Farringale lies under attack—and these people will stop at nothing to take control of its treasures. It’s time for a showdown—the deathly serious kind.

I haven't heard from my mother in six years—which is why I was surprised to receive a summons from her. The peremptory kind. With nothing but a set of map coordinates to guide me, what exactly was I to expect? The short answer? Trouble, for Mother Dearest is in rather a lot of it. And like daughter, like mother, for there’s a shiny artefact in the offing, and only a few gigantic lindworms in the way. Who isn’t up for a minor little challenge like that?

Somebody thought it would be a great idea to send us to the Troll Court. Because somebody imagined I might be the perfect person to help with a certain wild and crazy plan of Their Majesties' concoction. They want to restore the lost city of Farringale. I can only say that I heartily approve. There is the tiny problem of how, of course; but who better to dig up the truth than the Society’s most colourful agents? Off questing we go, armed with a long list of questions, two winning smiles (well, three, if you count the Baron’s — and who wouldn’t?) and a certain Dappledok pup.

Lots of stories and poems about elves, faeries and other wonderful wee folk. All read for you by LibriVox people who love them so what more could you ask for? If you want a break from the harsh 'real' world, come relax for awhile in fairyland where troubles are solved by magic and perhaps a kiss or two.

Cast away from the Society (sort of) and out on our own, we've got a big problem on our hands - and an exciting prospect, too. They call it time travel on TV. Is this the big, fat secret the Hidden Ministry's been keeping? What's the real truth behind that wandering tower? Answers must be found — in the face of severe opposition from the Ministry, from Ancestria Magicka, and from every Fae Court in existence. Simple. If only everything wouldn’t keep going wrong.

Con trazo lírico, despojado e irónico, Katya Adaui ensaya su teoría de la paternidad: un mapa opaco en el que los seres humanos rastrean con fuerza e inteligencia cómo sobrevivir a la crianza. Pudorosos ante lo íntimo, apaciguados con los parecidos, enervados por lo familiar, esquivan los golpes, afrontan los abandonos y buscan cualquier prueba de ternura y felicidad para redimirlos. Porque en Geografía de la oscuridad son los hijos y las hijas quienes conocen la verdad de ese disfraz al que llamamos padre.

Słodsza od czekolady jest tylko miłość! Dziewczyny z Klubu Miłośniczek Czekolady już się cieszą na ślub roku, ale życie jak zwykle mnoży przeszkody... Lucy musiała odejść z pracy w kawiarence Czekoladowe Niebo. Czy powinna skorzystać z pomocy dawnego narzeczonego - osoby absolutnie niegodnej zaufania? Nadia ma wreszcie szansę na miłość, ale związek z Jamesem oznacza dla niej wyjazd z Londynu. Autumn nie może się doczekać niezwykle ważnego spotkania ze swoim dzieckiem, którego nie widziała od wielu lat, ale pojawiają się nieoczekiwane komplikacje.

Kiedy życie daje ci w kość, sięgnij po czekoladę! Jak radzić sobie ze stresem: Weź głęboki wdech, Policz do dziesięciu, Zjedz czekoladę. Kiedy członkinie Klubu Miłośniczek Czekolady zwołują awaryjne spotkanie, zanim któraś z nich zdąży policzyć do dziesięciu, już ulega czekoladzie… Lucy Lombard jest pewna, że jej „żyli długo i szczęśliwie” z przystojnym szefem jest już przesądzone. Ale właśnie przyłapała go w łóżku z jakąś kobietą. Jak zwykle nie tylko ona ma problemy. Nowy chłopak Autumn jeszcze nie poznał jej rodziców, którzy różnią się od niego nie tylko kolorem skóry.

Esposa de Diego Rivera y, después, del poeta y crítico Jorge Cuesta, autor insigne de los Contemporáneos, María Guadalupe Marín Preciado, Lupe Marín (1895-1983), fue protagonista de una época esplendorosa y musa de una pléyade de creadores como Xavier Villaurrutia y Juan Soriano, además de ejercer una influencia poderosa sobre hijos y nietos, herederos de un legado tan deslumbrante como imperioso. Una vida extraordinaria que sólo puede contarse en una novela.

We live in a loud, loud world. Whether it's the criticism of others, the clamor of injustice, or the voice of anxiety from within, we are constantly being bombarded with noise. So what does it mean to find peace in the midst of all the noise? Is there a way to acknowledge the struggles we face and learn how to manage the stressors and voices that trigger us while believing in the promises and goodness of God?

Standing on the highest point of Moore Island was the library. A converted fort from the civil war, its neglect has led to a dangerous decay. Almost forgotten, it has suddenly become the focus of the towns council. They want to demolish the library and build a mall and the mafia has even more ambitious plans. Only a few oppose the renovation and the old library seems destined for destruction. But after a tragic car accident involving a beloved teacher, one accident after another befalls the little island.

Cliff hat einen Film zu Mr. Elcott in den Laden zum Entwickeln gegeben. Als er zusammen mit Jack die Fotos abholen will, erleben sie eine böse Überraschung: Die Bilder sind vertauscht worden. Die Bilder, die Cliff erhalten hat, sind Aufnahmen von Booten im Hafen von Seaport. Jack und Cliff hören sich um und finden heraus, dass es eine Serie von Hafendiebstählen gibt.