In a decayed and dying alien world that was once center of a vast planetary empire, an embittered rogue knight, soldier to the fallen empire, traverses a bizarre landscape discovering strange and sinister truths about the nature of the leaders he once served and about the mysterious warlords who have now carved the world into their private kingdoms. ************************************************************************************************ Wonderful cover art by Stefanie Saw: @seventhstar

Breakout. Escape The City. Stay Alive. Sixteen-year-old David Simmons is on a mission to save his eight-year-old sister. In a smoldering world infested with walking cadavers, the survivors of Simmons infantry reserve unit are going hatches down in a pair of armored personnel carriers and everyone knows that it's only a matter of time until their fuel runs dry. There's a weak short wave radio signal from a place called Sanctuary Base and it's supposed to be zombie-free. But there's more than a thousand miles to cover, a biting, unforgiving cold, armed survivalists, legions of the living dead and someone called SUNRAY. Eight teens. A dying world. An unspeakable evil. They're outgunned, outnumbered and out of time. This tense young adult thriller offers a terrifying vision of survival in a post-apocalyptic world where the bonds of friendship and family are the only things left that are worth fighting for.

Who else thinks the lyrics match up to the storyline. Seriously

Hi, these are lyrics to some of my favourite songs. I hope you enjoy it and if you could just vote for your favourite ones.

If you can't pull up a video there's this thing, called YouTube and Vevo. I would like you to know, that this is a collection of kickass songs that should be known to every single lad and lady in the universe. ///it's now 2016 and I don't listen to anY of this music anymore btw.

○ The title says it all ● Continuation of this book is on my profile. Named "Lyrics (Part 2)" - completed - I do not own the photo used for the cover of this book. Credits to the owner.

When you're a witch named Trouble, chaos follows. Arden Lesstymine (known to everyone as Trouble) likes attention as much as the next girl, but this is getting ridiculous. When an insane stranger is murdered at the inn where she works, Trouble becomes the next Soulbearer for the disembodied god of chaos, Loku. Yes, it comes with the ability to channel the god's limitless power, but at the cost of her sanity - literally. Now she has a sexy but cynical knight claiming to be her protector, a prince trying to seduce her to his cause (and his bed), and a snarky chaos god who offers a play-by-play commentary on it all, whether she wants to hear it or not. To make matters worse, a necromancer wants to capture the soul of Loku for his own dark purposes, and the only way he can get it is by killing her first. *** I'll post new chapters every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday

Forged In Fire is the true story of a young girl's childhood in pre-WW II Tokyo; her schoolgirl dreams; the violence, starvation and desperation of wartime that drove her family out of the city; and the American Occupation that shaped Japan's future. It is the story of my mother, Rita (then named Tomoko), who was ten years old when World War II began and fourteen years old when it ended. Mom had often recounted her experiences to me and my siblings as we were growing up. At some point, Mom began urging us to write down her stories for her. I finally got around to honoring her request early last year (2014). Using audio recordings, notes, frequent phone calls and plenty of fact-checking, I eventually placed into chronological order the various fragments of her memories. On one hand, it is a young girl's story, told plainly. On the other hand, it is a remarkable glimpse into one of history's most tumultuous events - one not widely known. Mom was later diagnosed with cancer in July 2014 and eventually passed away at the age of 83 in August. Although severely weakened from her illness, she was happy and proud to hold a rough draft of the printed manuscript in her hands. It was her final wish that her story be published and so here it begins....