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On a tranquil lucid night Inside this tiny shack of Halloween pumpkin light With slumberous cats purring from bathroom cupboards Entwined in spare sheets A train hoots lonely to the night and moon Chugging tirelessly across this forlorn city Vancouver Carrying the wind in its wake and giving it voice It goes shhhhhhhhh.... Lulling me to sleep and dreams Of travels across slender snaky mountain roads, On starry chilly nights across golden fields and plains With sky that stretches forever And lightening flows spontaneous and free, To vast pine covered forests That hug the winding roads To nowhere Ontario I sink deeper into this time suspension The train whistle dying inside the thick fog With esoteric fading dreams
After proving herself in the field during the siege on America by the Victus terror organization, a shaken, but determined Pepper McCallan joins the upper ranks of the U.S. Counterterrorism Agency to track down Lilly Wang. Driven to avenge her ten-year-old son's murder at the hands of terrorists, Pepper makes fighting in the combat ring and shooting assault rifles look easy. Beneath her polished veneer, however, her emotions are waging a war against her new identity as she struggles with remorse for the lives she's taken in battle. While in Boston, her emotional state leaves her vulnerable to romantic overtures by her boss. Located in picturesque Western Australia, and well-funded by embezzlement from the Malaysian government, Victus sets out to use insect drones in a novel and devastating way. Lilly Wang is at the center of Victus, believing her analytical skills are valued by its leader, but quickly discovers she must navigate his deadly whims to stay alive. President Cecil Scott's private life is exposed while he simultaneously battles terrorism and his soon-to-be ex-wife. His well-heeled D.C. divorce attorney, Annie Preston, finds herself in a deadly predicament with underworld elements when lovers' identities are at risk of being revealed.
This is a true story about a boy who stops following in his father's tragic footprints and starts walking in his own direction. People say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. In other words, a child tends to act like his or her parents. This can be for good or for bad, depending on what kind of parents the child has. But I'm a different type of apple. A lot of people thought that I was going to turn out to be this really bad menace to society, because in June of 1968 my father was convicted of murder. He had a date with the electric chair. Then in 1974, when I was eleven, my elementary school principal told my mother that I was going to kill somebody one day. Even though I was only eleven years old, I knew that I had to change my life so that this would not be another bad case of "like father, like son." My father died in prison in 1984. After his funeral, an old family friend said to me, "Kevin, you've proven them all wrong. You are nothing like your father!" I was proud to hear those words from her. I've worked hard at transforming myself into a productive citizen. I've never been to prison. I've always been asked how I changed my life. This is how I changed into a brand new me!
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