Blind Vigilance

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Blind Vigilance

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
Release Date : 2020-07-24

Blind Vigilance written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by Emily Kimelman this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on 2020-07-24 with Fiction categories.

Blood. It’s blood. The dark stain circling Sydney is blood. No, no, no. I grab my phone, unlock it, navigate to favorites, and touch Mulberry's name without even fully registering the thought. It rings. How am I going to explain knowing Sydney Rye needs help? I’m thousands of miles away, stationed on a private island in the middle of the Pacific. And yet— "Hello?" Mulberry's voice, gravelly with sleep, cuts through my thoughts. "Sydney is bleeding." "What?" Mulberry's voice clears as sheets rustle in the background. A dog barks. I focus on the monitor with the live feed of Sydney's room. Blue is up and going wild. Sydney, her shoulder length hair splayed out on the pillow, the white of the hotel sheets only a few shades lighter than her blanched skin, remains motionless. I didn't even need to call. The dogs would have alerted Mulberry. Foolish. Careless. Stupid. "What’s going on, Dan?” I don’t answer. The door between Mulberry and Sydney's rooms flies open—I watch it on the screen and hear the hinges swoosh over the phone line. Reaching out, I slide my finger along the stylus bar to raise the volume. Mulberry stumbles into Sydney's room, unsteady on just his one leg. She didn't lock the door. That isn’t like her. Except it was Mulberry on the other side. A subtle invitation? "No!" Mulberry’s voice echoes between the phone and computer speakers. He lunges toward the bed. Sydney lies on her back, a dark stain spreading around her hips. Mulberry drops the phone when he grabs her shoulders, his broad back blocking Sydney’s face from my view. I swivel to a different monitor and bring up Mulberry's phone screen. I dial 911. Someone has to. I can always be counted on to do what needs doing. Overstepping saves lives. "What's your emergency?" the Miami 911 operator asks. I clench my fist on the glass surface of my desk. Answer her, you idiot. Mulberry doesn’t follow my mental command. Fine. I take full control of the phone. "My wife is pregnant and bleeding. We’re at the airport Marriott, room 523," I say, my voice even and clear. I say it like it's my baby. Like it's my life. Not something I’m watching on a screen. My eyes flick back to the live feed of her room. "I can't wake her." Mulberry sits on the edge of the bed, face tear streaked. Sydney isn’t moving. She isn’t moving. Don't let her die. P.S. The dog does not die.

Blind Vigilance A Sydney Rye Mystery Book 13

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher:
Release Date : 2021-06-26

Blind Vigilance A Sydney Rye Mystery Book 13 written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on 2021-06-26 with Murder categories.

Blood. It's blood. The dark stain circling Sydney is blood. No, no, no. I grab my phone, unlock it, navigate to favorites, and touch Mulberry's name without even fully registering the thought. It rings. How am I going to explain knowing Sydney Rye needs help? I'm thousands of miles away, stationed on a private island in the middle of the Pacific. And yet-- "Hello?" Mulberry's voice, gravelly with sleep, cuts through my thoughts. "Sydney is bleeding." "What?" Mulberry's voice clears as sheets rustle in the background. A dog barks. I focus on the monitor with the live feed of Sydney's room. Blue is up and going wild. Sydney, her shoulder length hair splayed out on the pillow, the white of the hotel sheets only a few shades lighter than her blanched skin, remains motionless. I didn't even need to call. The dogs would have alerted Mulberry. Foolish. Careless. Stupid. "What's going on, Dan?" I don't answer. The door between Mulberry and Sydney's rooms flies open--I watch it on the screen and hear the hinges swoosh over the phone line. Reaching out, I slide my finger along the stylus bar to raise the volume. Mulberry stumbles into Sydney's room, unsteady on just his one leg. She didn't lock the door. That isn't like her. Except it was Mulberry on the other side. A subtle invitation? "No!" Mulberry's voice echoes between the phone and computer speakers. He lunges toward the bed. Sydney lies on her back, a dark stain spreading around her hips. Mulberry drops the phone when he grabs her shoulders, his broad back blocking Sydney's face from my view. I swivel to a different monitor and bring up Mulberry's phone screen. I dial 911. Someone has to. I can always be counted on to do what needs doing. Overstepping saves lives. "What's your emergency?" the Miami 911 operator asks. I clench my fist on the glass surface of my desk. Answer her, you idiot. Mulberry doesn't follow my mental command. Fine. I take full control of the phone. "My wife is pregnant and bleeding. We're at the airport Marriott, room 523," I say, my voice even and clear. I say it like it's my baby. Like it's my life. Not something I'm watching on a screen. My eyes flick back to the live feed of her room. "I can't wake her." Mulberry sits on the edge of the bed, face tear streaked. Sydney isn't moving. She isn't moving. Don't let her die. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can't handle a few f-bombs, you can't handle this series.**

Psychopharmacology Abstracts

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Author :
language : en
Publisher:
Release Date : 1974

Psychopharmacology Abstracts written by and has been published by this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on 1974 with Psychopharmacology categories.

Girl With The Gun

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
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Girl With The Gun written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by Emily Kimelman this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on with Fiction categories.

Letting go is an art. And I am not an artist. I'm a killer. Suds slipped down my body and gathered at my ankles before traveling in a flotilla to the drain. The white, iridescent bubbles jiggled as droplets of water crashed around them. They popped one by one, the mass sinking into the pipe as each bubble lost tension and let go. I don’t kill for pleasure, though there is some. Lady Justice is tantamount to my god. I serve her single-mindedly, but there is no blindfold. I am prejudiced, human...so human. Would the world be safer with me under lock and key? One less terrorist wreaking havoc. Or more dangerous? One less soldier fighting for justice. Blue barked. I looked through the fogged glass seeing nothing but gray shapes in the mist. He barked again and I turned the water off and opened the shower door, a cloud of steam coming with me into the room. Another bark, a "hello,” a "there is someone here," a "someone we trust" bark. Grabbing a towel I left the bathroom; making wet prints on the carpeting as I padded into the living room. Blue sat by the door, his large tail swishing back and forth. He barked again, turning to look at me, his mismatched eyes bright with excitement. He pushed his large head against my hip, urging me toward the door with a soft whine. Mulberry stood in the hallway, his broad shoulders taking up the width of the doorway. He wore a subdued yellow and green plaid shirt that brought out the same colors in his eyes. Silver and black stubble covered his jaw. Blue pushed past me and wriggled his body against Mulberry's legs. The former New York detective broke his gaze from mine and looked down at my dog. He ruffled Blue's head. "Hey, boy." "I wasn't expecting you." Mulberry looked up at me, his hand still on Blue. "That's the first thing you say?" "Hi." He smiled and gave off a little laugh. "I figured I'd stop by and see you. We left things a little …" "I thought I was pretty clear." "I'm not sure it's up to you to decide." "I'm not sure about having this conversation in a towel." Mulberry raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you need it." "Come in; I'll get dressed." He followed me into the living room, clicking the door into place. I dressed in a pair of dark indigo jeans and a white T-shirt, one of the few without any stains. Blue's tail wagged and his tongue lolled. "Don't look so excited,” I told Blue before returning to the living room. Mulberry waited on the couch. "You want a drink?" "Sure." I crossed to the kitchenette and grabbed us each a sparkling water; cracking one open, it released a fizzing sound. Mulberry came up behind me and placed his hand on my hip. I turned to him and opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head. He stepped closer so our bodies brushed. His face was right above mine, his chin angled down, as I stared at his collarbones. He fisted the short locks at the base of my skull and pulled gently so my chin rose and our lips touched. His kiss was achingly familiar and electrifyingly new. His smell brought back memories I was afraid to face. The pain of my brother's murder lanced through me; the paleness of his skin, the vivid red of his blood as he died—the gaping wound his loss left in me. Everybody I love ends up dead. And not some gentle kiss into the night. They leave this world in violence and suffering; they end in misery. I couldn't watch Mulberry die. But did loving him and denying it hurt more than the grief I feared? P.S. The dog does not die. Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.

Hegel And Contemporary Continental Philosophy

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Author : Dennis King Keenan
language : en
Publisher: SUNY Press
Release Date : 2004-06-10

Hegel And Contemporary Continental Philosophy written by Dennis King Keenan and has been published by SUNY Press this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on 2004-06-10 with Philosophy categories.

Twenty-three of the most important writings by contemporary continental thinkers on the work of Hegel.

Betray The Lie

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
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Betray The Lie written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by Emily Kimelman this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on with Fiction categories.

“Carrying a girl Across the river; The hazy moon.” Robert glances up from the book of Haiku verse. “That’s like us.” “Is it?” I ask with a smile. Blue shifts on the couch next to me, pressing more weight against my side. Nila and Frank lay together, their limbs intertwined, on the marble floor. Robert is half in shadow, his green glass shaded reading lamp throwing a pale yellow circle across his lap and chest. A small, leather-bound book lays open in one of his long-fingered, elegant hands. The last wisps of the sunset, just the palest, most powdery blues and darkest hues of purple, light up the sky and filter through the wall of glass, casting shadows around the living room. Robert’s phone, lying on the table next to him, vibrates, sending a low hum through the quiet, peaceful room. He glances at the screen and then answers it. “Yes, Brock.” Brock is his head of home security and handles the safety and impenetrability of this mansion on Star Island—a refuge for the extremely wealthy in Biscayne Bay, just east of downtown Miami. “I see.” Robert’s gaze meets mine, his blue-green eyes narrowing. The fine lines around them deepen. In his fifties, with dark hair silvering at the temples, Robert is an imposing presence. It's not just that he's over six feet tall and well-muscled. Or that he moves with the elegance and speed of a killer, either. There is an aura of power that surrounds Robert Maxim—wafts from him—and demands to be acknowledged. He closes the book of poems and leaves it on the side table. Blue, Nila, and Frank lift their heads, collars jangling. The puppies look to their father for direction. Eight months old, with gigantic paws, soft features, and keen instincts, they are almost as tall as Blue. A mutt I adopted back when I lived in New York—a lifetime ago—Blue is the height of a Great Dane with the long, elegant snout of a collie, the thick coat of a wolf, and the markings of a Siberian husky, with one blue eye and one brown. Blue is trained to protect and his offspring are learning…Nila better than Frank. Frank is a dumb dog—which I love about him. The guy is almost too sweet for the job. Whenever Merl, a dog expert, tries to get him to attack, Frank turns it into a game. Nila, on the other hand, is ruthless, smart, and quick. Robert hangs up the phone, and Blue leaps off the couch. The puppies scramble to their feet, facing the door. Robert stands, slipping the phone into his pocket, and crosses to me. He reaches out a hand—the shirt-sleeve rolled up, exposing a strong forearm dusted in dark hair. “Time to go,” he says. I twine my fingers with his, and Robert pulls me from the couch, holding me tight as we begin to move. A heavy fist pounds on the front door, echoing through the large house. My soft-soled sneakers are almost silent on the marble as we begin to jog. The dogs’ nails click along with us. “Homeland Security. Open up!” A man yells, his voice muffled by the large house. Robert presses a button, and a bookshelf slides away, revealing a doorway. The loud crash of a battering ram striking the front door echoes as Maxim punches a code into the keypad next to the elevator. My heartbeat remains even. I am not afraid. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**

The History Of The Prophet Elisha

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Author : W. P. Dothie
language : en
Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand
Release Date : 2023-03-07

The History Of The Prophet Elisha written by W. P. Dothie and has been published by BoD – Books on Demand this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on 2023-03-07 with Fiction categories.

Reprint of the original, first published in 1872.

Undefeated

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
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Undefeated written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by Emily Kimelman this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on with Fiction categories.

The moon hangs low and full, her silvery light reflecting in the facets of black choppy water. Blue and I sit in the cockpit of a sailboat. My eyes scan the open ocean while female Peshmerga fighters sleep all around me—below deck, across benches on the bow, and one curled up on the stern. I cup my pregnant belly, allowing myself room to grieve in this peaceful moment. Rida saved my life… and I got her killed. My old story starts to ride its rails: Everyone I love dies. Tears thicken my throat. My dog, Blue, sitting by my feet, leans more heavily against my leg. I sink my fingers into the thick ruff across his broad shoulders, finding some peace in the warmth there. Blue doesn't die. Rida did, though. Shot in the back. Killed in an instant. The faces of others I've lost crowd my mind's eye. My brother, James, grins at me like he knows all my secrets. Malina winks, her eyes sparkling with joy. I got them killed too… I spawned the lies Rida used to start a revolution. Right before she died, Rida told me my lies were truth, that she was a messenger from God, and so was I. Because we are all divine. Bunch of nonsense. But Rida's lies lent strength to women, offering them the opportunity to recognize their worth. Her words freed women who'd believed other lies about our gender. That we are dangerous and in danger. More nonsense. But women believed Rida's new story instead of the old ones…fascinating how much power belief lends reality. Rida claimed to be a prophet, to have heard the voice of God, and that He said women were equal, and should rise-up and claim their rightful positions next to men. But it wasn't God, it was a very brain damaged me. The lies took on a life of their own, as they so often do. Fueled by enough belief, a well told lie—fiction—can change the world. The boat rocks gently, the sail filled by a fresh gust of wind. We are in international waters off the coast of France, fleeing. This is how my life as Sydney Rye began. Blue and I in a boat, escaping New York City. But it’s no longer just us two. My son shifts inside me as if he can sense my thoughts of him…and maybe he can. The connection I feel to my son is not something I can articulate. Maybe because I’m afraid of what it sounds like. It sounds like a bunch of nonsense. I've always insisted that faith in a God, in a deity outside myself is dangerous. I always held myself responsible. Insisted that I choose to save lives, often by taking others. I made those choices. No God told me what to do, or absolved me of my actions. Those beliefs brought me here, to this boat, to this life growing inside of me. To a grief as deep as the sea beneath me. Is there a way forward without bloodshed? Can I break this curse and hold onto the ones I love without giving up and just letting the world spin on without me? It's all the trying that gets people killed. But every time I stop… they suck me back in. Lightning flashes in the distance and I look at Blue, he doesn't react to the storm I see hovering on the horizon. It lives in my damaged brain. A lie I'm telling myself. I smile, humor in the absurd thinning the blanket of grief cloaking me. Thunder rumbles and a voice whispers within it. Burn it all down. Images spring to life inside my mind's eye. A web of lies suspends humanity in a constant struggle, each of us flies buzzing against the spider's perfectly designed snare—the more we fight, the stronger the web holds. Each of us entangling ourselves further, twisting the silk tighter, holding us in our singular perspective. But even if we don't fight, the web still holds—it does not release when we surrender. There is no escape…except to destroy the web. To burn it down.

Savage Grace

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
Release Date : 2019-09-26

Savage Grace written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by Emily Kimelman this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on 2019-09-26 with Fiction categories.

I’m pregnant. Gripping the test in my hand, I can’t stop staring at the blue cross in the window. Tears roll, hot and slow, down my cheeks. I huddle in a low ball, emotion bowing me. My dog, Blue, whines and presses against my side, his warm tongue laving my cheek, his musky scent enveloping me. A familiar comfort. Will my child love Blue as I do? My phone vibrates on the bathroom counter, and I hiccup a sob. Squeezing my eyes shut, pressing more tears free, I hold my breath. Blood rushes in my ears, and my heart throbs in my chest…a tidal wave is washing me away. I can’t do this. The soft ping of a voicemail brings my eyes open. I’m staring at the cross again. Blue shifts closer, leaning his warm weight against me. As tall as a Great Dane, with the elegant snout of a collie, the markings of a wolf, and mismatched eyes—one blue the other brown—Blue means the world to me. My heart will have to make room for more. Fear slices through me, adrenaline flooding my veins and bringing another soft whine from Blue. Standing quickly, the adrenaline demanding action, I glance at my phone. Robert Maxim. He can’t know. My eyes trace to the trash can of the hotel bathroom. Wrap up the test and put it in there. But my hand won’t follow the advice. My fingers grip tighter, refusing to release the small wand of plastic. The proof. The truth. Grabbing my phone off the counter, I step back into the hotel room. Blue stays close to my hip, his nose tapping my waist once, a gentle reminder he is there. I shove the plastic wand into my bag, pushing it into a zipper interior pocket and closing it up. Locking it away. Just throw it out. I can’t. My hand strays to my stomach, and Blue’s nose swipes against my fingers. Vision blurred with tears, I stand in the center of the hotel room, my mind reeling. Lightning sizzles across my vision, and thunder ricochets inside my mind. I’m not cut out for motherhood. I know I’ll survive. It’s everyone I love who dies. That changes now. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**

Death In The Dark

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Author : Emily Kimelman
language : en
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
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Death In The Dark written by Emily Kimelman and has been published by Emily Kimelman this book supported file pdf, txt, epub, kindle and other format this book has been release on with Fiction categories.

I am not totally alone in this world. He’s right. I need help. "Wait!" My voice strained against the wind blowing off the Sea of Cortez. Mulberry was a slow-moving figure several yards ahead, solid looking in the hazy light of dusk, he took his time crossing the beach. I pushed through the sand, running after him. My dog, Blue, stayed by my side, his gait lopsided. Mulberry didn't turn until I grabbed his arm. "Wait," I panted. "You're right. I need your help." He grinned, pushing his crow's feet into sharp relief as his yellow-green eyes brightened. "I know," Mulberry laughed. "You're such a mess." He wrapped me in a hug—one muscular arm around my waist and the other across my shoulders. Mulberry buried his head in my hair and pulled my face into his chest. At first, in that dark intimacy, I felt like I was suffocating. Almost immediately, though, relief washed over me. I am not totally alone in this world; my only companion a limping mutt. Blue yelped, excited by our embrace, and circled us, churning up the sand. Mulberry smelled like clean laundry, sea salt, and carried an unmistakable scent that was all him. Pulling away, Mulberry left his hands on my shoulders and looked down into my face. He seemed so much bigger than me, so much stronger and smarter, and under control. I felt like a blurry image next to his stark silhouette. "Come on, I'll buy you dinner," he said, throwing his arm around me. We walked back toward the Oyster Farm. I'd been living there for months, ever since we crossed into Mexico. I'd come for the oysters and stayed for the isolation. "So, where've you been?" I asked. "It's been what? Four months?" After turning our treasure into money, which made us both rich, Mulberry left, and I stayed, despite his invitation to come with him. "You went to Paris, right?" I asked. The sun was beneath the sea now, and the deep blue of the sky turned black at the edge. "Yeah, Paris, then London. Like I said, I've been setting up a detective agency." At my plastic table, a couple of oysters sat in their half-shells. I righted the fallen bottle of tequila next to them, but did not take a sip. The passport, the same deep blue as the darkening sky and embossed with the American seal, waited next to my plate for me to pick it up. For me to become a new woman: Sydney Rye. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**