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I want to share an event with you if you're in Northern California. This is a literary event held yearly in a mausoleum in Santa Rosa, CA. I won't be reading this year but a friend of mine, Ann Hutchinson tells me she'll be singing. It is a really fun event. I definitely plan to go. You can find details here.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2016
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Friday, September 30, 2016
Today's Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Guest Author is Catherine Winters!
What's a Halloween Spooktacular without vampires? Today's author guest writes an urban fantasy series about the fanged folks. Welcome Catherine Winters! The book featured today is a stand alone book which fits with her vampire series. I have to say I'm impressed with an author who knows how to spell bogeyman. It's a small thing but a peeve of mine. Grin. Here's the book information and a quick guest blog post by Catherine:
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The Imperial Vampires Series
By Catherine Winters
Book Description:
Even vampires have bogeymen.
Geneviève Lacroix wasn't really made to be a leader. Perhaps that's why she chose to form a council instead of an empire; she wouldn't have to bear the burden of responsibility alone. While the Council of the Undead was a success, her inability to face challenges head-on would affect vampires all over the world.
When Coventry Payne informed Geneviève of her intent to betray her sire, Grant Black, Gené did nothing. When Coventry succeeded, Gené ignored her own laws and Coventry went unpunished. When Coventry showed up asking for her own House, Gené gave her New York. When Coventry began weaving myths of Grant's excessive violence and ruthlessness to keep fledglings in line, Gené remained silent. When Geneviève feared Coventry would make a play for the Paris Council House, she gutted it instead of fortifying it.
As Coventry continued to grow her power and influence, Grant lay bound in a box, alone in the dark, starved of blood, slowly going mad. Only Coventry hadn't counted on the ever-increasing population of humans, the "shrinking" of the world, the eventuality that someone would stumble upon his prison and release him.
One hundred and fifty years has seen that eventuality come to pass, and now he will have his revenge. Coventry will get the bogeyman she created — although the monster she claimed he was is nothing compared to the monster he's become.
This book is a standalone within the universe of The Imperial Vampires Series
The couple at table twenty-seven were not unusual for a Thursday dinner service. He was more handsome than most, and she more annoyed, but their clothes were expensively made and perfectly tailored, their shoes shiny and fashionable. She was perhaps too short for him; they looked a bit mismatched, but then, the gentleman was so tall that it was probably unavoidable. She was beautiful, though cold, refusing to smile even as her companion tried to charm everyone in reach. If they noticed the shaky hands and determined lack of eye contact from their waitress, they hadn't mentioned it; if they'd noticed the series of wait staff who had subsequently tended to them, they likewise had refrained from commenting. They were, in truth, the perfect table: neither of them ate, but both drank, and were pleasant and uncomplaining. The gentleman paid the tab, and tipped extravagantly – enough so that the shaky waitress didn't mind sharing, and even grudgingly admitted that perhaps she'd been wrong in her original estimation of his character ("Creepy.").
The couple left the restaurant, not touching each other, not even looking at each other. They were a mismatched set indeed: he was more than a foot taller than she. He towered over her, loomed, used all his great bulk to intimidate, but she would have none of that. She opened her own doors, assuming he was following, got behind the wheel of an obscenely expensive sedan, and pulled into traffic without looking.
"Is the car bugged?" He wished not to be overheard. As did she, when it came to that – the restaurant had been merely a convenient rendezvous, not a place for conversation.
"Of course not, it's mine."
"You'll forgive me if I don't have the greatest confidence in your – What is he, anyway? Is he even there anymore?"
"Not so often as to care what I do with my personal time." They spoke English with similar accents: softened consonants, narrow vowels, a superficially British sound with something more exotic underneath. It was the language they had in common, and the one in which they did the most business. "You didn't drag me to Budapest to discuss Vlad."
"True enough. I need your help."
She laughed. "It wasn't enough that I rolled back the stone from your tomb?"
"You did that for yourself."
"Did I? I can't remember what you've done for me since."
"I've been a convenient villain, haven't I? A tale told to fledglings so they fall in line."
"You could have been that lying in the sarcophagus."
"Yes, yes. I'm a terrible burden on your conscience. One has to wonder why you bothered to free me if it was going to plunge you into this ridiculous guilt."
"One does. I do. Daily."
"But I've stayed out of your way, out of Europe, like I promised, haven't I?"
"I fear that's going to come to an end."
"I deserve vengeance."
She bit her lower lip, worrying it with her teeth, drawing a tiny bead of blood that filled the car with a sweet-rotten scent, like berries gone slightly bad. A human wouldn't have noticed, but his nostrils flared and he turned to stare at her.
"I don't know those laws," she said, and he could hear every ounce of relief.
"It's not the law that gives me the right to kill them."
"Then you don't have that right."
"They locked me in a box for a century and a half."
"Didn't you deserve it?"
"You thought I didn't."
She shook her head, taking a sharp right turn off the main road. They'd left the city completely behind, and he thought he knew where they might end up, but allowed her to determine their course. "I…don't know if that's true."
"Then I am the villain to all of us, is that it? I'm the bogeyman, the big bad vampire?"
"We all have our roles to play," she whispered, without looking at him.
Hey, all! *waves* I'm Catherine Winters, here to promote my newest novel, A Murder Of Vampires. It's part of my Imperial Vampires universe, and a prequel to the Josephine Trilogy. I hope you'll give it a try – it's a great place to step into the series!
I'll be honest, I struggled with this guest post for a while. I just couldn't decide what y'all might want to read about. Writing? Reading? My characters? Why I love Star Trek so fucking much? (Probably not that last one. But feel free to message me if you're interested. I could talk about Star Trek for days.)
Finally, someone suggested that I should just let you all get to know me. And I figure there's no better way to do that than to see my Buzzfeed quiz results. I mean, they're clearly the most accurate personality assessments on the interwebs, right? Right. So let's get started!
I'm 40, based on my McDonald's order. But also 21, based on my shoe preferences. I'll let you guys sort it out.
I'm 100% pug, which I think is pretty damn impressive. I mean, how many pugs do you know who've published five novels? But I'm also somehow 67% cheese, which doesn't seem likely, mathematically. Though I did only get a D on a basic math quiz, so maybe don't take my word for it?
I'm 64% keen, which I think must be a British quiz, because it means, like, smart? And since I got 8/10 on the "Can you guess the animal from its French name" quiz, I'm going with smart. At least with words.
According to a visual test, I think I should live in London, but should actually live in Sydney. Denver, where I actually do live, was not an option, which is straight-up bullshit, yo. Denver is the place to be, as so clearly evidenced by all the out-of-state license plates I've been seeing lately. I'm also never going to get married, which will be news to Mr. Winters, who thinks we walked the aisle at least a decade ago. (Fun trick if I'm 21, eh?) And our fat, grumpy, orange tabby is apparently most like a black panther. I'll believe it when I see it.
I am not a die-hard Disney fan, though to be fair, the quiz was about the parks, mostly, and not the actual stories. I know a lot of useless facts, but not a lot of them are about theme parks. Sorry, Charlie. As for which famous redhead will play me in the movie of my life? Julianne Moore. I was hoping for Tess Holliday – she's much more my style – but who am I to argue with the Buzzfeed gods?
So. There you go. I hope you've got a pretty good idea of who I am, now, based on the world's most accurate metric: A 21-40-year-old unmarried married pug, who is kind of smart, doesn't know jack about Disney, looks like Julianne Moore, is more than half cheese, and should live with her black panther in London or perhaps Sydney.
Sounds about right. ;)
About the Author:
Catherine Winters writes urban fantasy, women's fiction, and literary fiction. She is an undefeated four-time Chopped champion and the principal mezzo-soprano for the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Denver. When she's not writing or singing, she enjoys teaching French to cats. At least one of these things is actually true.
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Thursday, September 29, 2016
Welcome Constance Burris, Today's Featured Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Author!
Constance Burris' latest book is titled Black Beauty. Inside we find out the bad consequences for a young girl who goes to a Voodoo priestess for help with bullying. I can definitely see this one as a movie! Check out the trailer:
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Everleaf Series
Book Zero
By Constance Burris
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Horror
Publisher: BE Publications
Date of Publication: September 2015
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At Vista Apartment Complex, life drastically changes for four of its residents when they decide to do business with Crazy Jade—the supposed voodoo witch that can grant your wish for a price.
Shemeya wants the confidence to stand up against the girls bullying her at school, but she soon has to choose between keeping her dreadlocs or living a normal life. After catching her boyfriend cheating, Latreece just wants to have the same curves as all the other girls. Ashley will do whatever she can to have "White Girl Flow", but takes her pursuit too far when she steals from Crazy Jade.
Everyone who comes into contact with Crazy Jade soon learns the true price of her magic—and how horribly wrong it can go.
Shemeya knocked on Jason's door. For the past two years, they'd ended up in the same chemistry course as lab partners. He'd asked her out a few times, but she'd politely said no. He bored her. Turning him down made her feel like an idiot who only went out with thugs, but she wasn't stupid. She only wanted a little thug, not a full serving.
When Jason opened the door, she pulled off her backpack and stepped into his house. "Is your mom home?"
"No, she's with her new guy." He led her into his kitchen. "Want something to drink?"
"You got some juice?" She desperately wanted to get rid of the dry, earthy taste that the herbs had left in her mouth. Water hadn't worked.
"I got something better." He reached under one of the kitchen cabinets and pulled out a bottle of Hennessy.
"Jason, really?"
He smiled innocently.
She rolled her eyes. "Sure. I need a drink after the day I've had." And liquor should kill the taste in my mouth.
He poured the cognac into two yellow plastic cups before they walked into the living room and sat on his couch. The alcohol warmed her insides and seared away the taste of the herbs.
"We should be talking about absorption, not sitting here getting drunk," Shemeya pointed out.
"We always finish our projects tipsy. Why should this time be any different?"
Shemeya laughed. "Anyways, let's get started: absorption vs. adsorption." She pulled her chemistry book from her backpack.
"Stupid names. Why do they have to be so similar?" He sat back on the couch with a glazed look in his eyes.
"Are you going to get your books?"
He licked his lips and leaned forward. "I've heard stories about you and Latreece's boyfriend."
"So?" The buzz she had from the liquor quickly dissipated while her heart rate increased. She dreaded where the conversation was headed.
"I don't understand. I've been asking you out for months, but you go out with him instead. He has a girlfriend."
"I didn't go out with him," she said through clenched teeth. She'd expected to be harassed at school; she hadn't expected it here. She had hoped her anger would shut him up, but no such luck.
"I saw you go in the room with Corey last weekend at Serena's party."
She threw her books on the table and stood. "Oh damn, Jason. Really?"
"I've treated you with nothing but respect since I've known you."
"I've had a horrible day with everyone teasing me at school. Now I get here and have to deal with it from you, too. I'm leaving." She turned from him and bent over to pick up her books.
"Are you crying?"
She brought her hand up to her face, and it came back wet. Why was she crying in front of him? Wasn't the fake weed supposed to give her courage?
"Don't go. I'm sorry."
She was so busy wiping away her tears that she didn't fight it when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the couch. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
She let him hold her as she cried. Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was the fake weed, or maybe it was her loneliness, but whatever the reason, she didn't stop him when he brought his lips down onto hers.
His sweaty hands on her breast brought her back to reality. He wasn't who she wanted. "No, Jason." She pulled back. "I have to go."
"Don't go," he pleaded, with his hand still under her shirt. Somehow they'd ended up on the couch with him on top cradled between her legs.
"No." She tried to move from under him.
He loomed above her, flushed despite his dark skin. "Do you like it rough? Is that what it is?"
"No. This isn't what I came here for." Shemeya tore at his chest, but Jason refused to budge.
He kissed her neck. "I'm tired of being the nice guy," he murmured, pinning her further beneath his body.
"Get off me!" she screamed. His erection rubbed against the crotch of her jeans. She punched and kicked, but it made him more excited. Her scalp itched as she fought. She wanted to scratch, but she needed both hands to fight Jason off. I'm getting raped, but I can't fight the urge to scratch. The inconvenience of it almost made her laugh.
Something above moved. She looked past Jason. Five snakes were hovering above his head.
"I'm going crazy." This time she did laugh, and the snakes, which were the same rusty brown color as her dreads, smiled.
Jason looked towards her. "Why are you laughing?" His eyes darted above her. The feel of his erection disappeared as he crept away, but she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her itching scalp had been replaced with pleasurable tingles that ran from her head down to her toes. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"We need to leave," he said, trembling. "There are snakes in here. There are snakes in your hair." She pulled him closer while he fought to be released. "Let go. We need to get out of here."
"No, stay," she whispered in his ear. "They won't hurt you."
Shaking, he looked from Shemeya to the snakes. He tried to force himself from her legs. This time, when she tried to pull him closer, he punched her. Pain exploded in her jaw, but she never let go.
"Jason, that hurt."
He looked into her eyes. "Please," he begged. A snake sunk its fangs into his cheek. Another struck his ear. One clung to his nose, and another hung below his left eye. He writhed in pain as he tried to escape the snakes and her thighs. His pleading eyes came back to her before he stopped moving completely. The snakes retracted their fangs. She relaxed her legs. Jason fell onto the carpeted floor.
She stood and nearly fainted before she righted herself by grabbing the side of the couch. She brought her hands up to fix her hair but hesitated a few inches away. She'd never touched snakes before. But the snakes came to her, caressing her open palm. They were cold and smooth and full of life.
The Bucket List
By Constance Burris
Josephine lifts her arthritic knees up the steps of the small Japanese tour bus and stares past the rows of empty seats before she settles her gaze on a middle-aged woman with a curly afro.
When the woman turned and smiles, that is all the invitation Josephine needs. "May I sit," she asks after she wobbles her wide hips through the tight aisles.
"Of course," the woman says.
"Thank you. I'm Josephine from Texas."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Keisha from North Carolina."
"Are you traveling alone?" Josephine asks.
"Yeah, are you?"
"No. My no good husband is at the hotel in bed. He ate some bad sushi or some shit."
The woman blushes. She must be from the suburbs, Josephine thinks. Suburbanites are always blushing over curse words.
"Are you looking forward to seeing Mt. Fuji?" Josephine asks the girl once the bus starts moving.
"No, I'm getting off at the Aokighara forest."
"The what?" Josephine asks.
"The suicide forest at the base of Mt. Fuji."
"I've heard about that place. It's where people go to die." Josephine shakes her head. "I wonder why so many go there?" Josephine asks. "I suppose they're all unhappy."
"They can't all go there because they're sad," Keisha says. "Maybe some are just finished."
"Finished with what?" Josephine studies the woman. She's too pretty to be so morbid.
"With life. Maybe they've crossed everything off their bucket list."
"Well, then you create another list. Believe me; I've started over more than a few times. You can always reinvent yourself and create a whole 'nother bucket of lists."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"You're not thinking about going there to die are you?" Josephine asks suddenly concerned.
Keisha laughs. "Of course not. I'm just curious.
Josephine brings her hand to her chest. "Oh my goodness. You about gave me a heart attack."
"You don't have to worry about me. I have a husband and a little girl at home. I would never leave them."
"Good. Good," Josephine says as she stares at the woman, looking for any sign of depression.
"I promise. It's just a weird curiosity of mine. I'm not going to kill myself.
"Well if you're sure," Josephine says, finally at ease.
"Ms. Josephine," the Japanese tour guides says with an almost flawless American accent "We're here."
"Oh my. I didn't even know I was sleep." Josephine looks over to Keisha, but the woman's seat is empty except for a folded sheet of paper. Josephine glances around the bus for the woman, but she is nowhere in sight. All of her belongings are gone. Satisfied she has done her due diligence and no one can call her nosy, Josephine unfolds the paper.
Keisha's Bucket List
Visit the suicide forest
All but the last one is marked out.
Constance Burris is on a journey to take over the world through fantasy, horror, and science fiction. Her mission is to spread the love of speculative fiction to the masses. She is a proud card carrying blerd (black nerd), mother, and wife. When she is not writing and spending time with her family, she is working hard as an environmental engineer in Oklahoma City.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Author Traci Douglass is My Featured Author for Today in the Haunted Halloween Spooktacular.
What do you think of a biker gang of demons? Sounds pretty cool to me. Those guys are part of Traci Douglass' series Blood Ravagers. Book One is titled Blood Bound. Love, lust, a kick butt half-demon/human, secrets, and a whole lot more make for some interesting reading. Here's the information on the book and an excerpt from another of Traci's books.
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Blood Ravagers
By Book One
Traci Douglass
Release Date: October 10, 2016
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Anna Frost had a bad feeling when her twin sister, Liz, told her she'd run off with a member of the notorious Otherworld biker gang, the Blood Ravagers. And her unease skyrockets when her sister subsequently vanishes. The police have no authority and little interest, so Anna decides to take matters into her own hands by infiltrating the group to discover for herself what happened to Liz, where she meets…
Dante, half demon, half human. A mix of two worlds, accepted by neither, he's had no choice but to learn the hard way how to play whatever side of the fence kept him alive during his nearly 500 years of existence. Now, as second-in-command of the Blood Ravagers biker gang, his survival depends on keeping his humanity a secret. Dante's ultimate goal is to fulfill the vows he made over two centuries ago to create a world where half-breeds can live in safety and equality.
But when sheltered schoolteacher Anna finds unexpected, white-hot passion in the arms of Dante, will her quest for the truth cost him more than he ever bargained for? Or will they find a way to save Liz – and their love – together?
Sneak Peek - Opening Scene From Seven Seals Series Book 4 by Traci Douglass
One look around Rick and Serpent's should have been enough to make any rational person turn tail and run. From the sweaty press of overly sexed bodies to the awful disco music booming overhead, the place reeked of bad booze and even worse decisions. Not exactly the way she'd choose to spend a Saturday night, if she'd had a choice. Too bad they were paying her damned good money to bring this bastard in.
Thana Girgis weaved her way through the crowd of drunken revelers and headed toward the makeshift bar at the back end of the narrow structure. She'd been all over the world, seen way more of life's underbelly than any twenty-six-year-old should, yet this was the first time she'd celebrated Mardi Gras in a double-wide.
A jacked-up, pimped out double-wide but still.
Tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood at alert and she sighed.
He was here again, watching her. At first she'd thought she'd picked up a stalker. Wouldn't have been the first time. Then she'd seen him intercede during a convenience store robbery and recognized the finely tuned moves of a former covert operative. Which meant someone had hired him to follow her.
Plus, there was the strange fact that the first time Thana had locked gazes with his feline green stare, a connection between them had been formed—dark and strong and needful. That had been almost six months ago and nothing—not work, not distance, not time—had diminished the link.
She stood on tiptoe and searched the room as best she could from her five-two-inch height, but didn't spot him anywhere. Just as well. Distractions of the sexual kind weren't needed. Not when she was so close to trapping her prey.
A flash of movement drew Thana's attention back to where it firmly belonged and she pushed her way up to the bar. "Shot of Jack, please."
"You bet, chere." The bartender's warm southern drawl hinted at deeper creole roots. He placed the small glass before her and filled it to the rim. "Hunting tonight?"
"No." She knocked back the liquor in one swallow then gestured for another. "I'm working."
The bartender eyed her up and down as he poured her another shot then took her money. "Be careful, chere. Bad juju in the air."
Thana ignored his warning and swiveled to survey the crowd once more.
"Aw, shit." A large, heavily tattooed guy shouldered in beside her at the bar.
Dressed in tight jeans and a skimpy top, Thana didn't resemble her normal staid self, but then again, that was the point. Considering her new neighbor was practically staring a hole in the side of her head, it was time to get this party started.
She turned and gave him her best deadpan look, silent.
"I lost my fucking keys." The guy made a show of checking his pockets, then stopped and grinned at her, his mouth a mix of bad teeth and gold caps. "Can I check your pants?"
"Has that line ever gotten you laid?"
"Most times I beat the bitches off with a stick, but tonight's your lucky night." He held his arms wide, showing off a bushy set of hairy armpits beneath his stained Sons Of Anarchy tank. "Now c'mon over here and give us a kiss."
Thana burst out laughing.
Mr. Rico Suave didn't seem take kindly to her giggles because he smashed his beer bottle against the metal wall. The surrounding crowd continued to party, unaffected as shattered glass tinkled to the floor. Thana remained relaxed against the bar, waiting.
His first mistake came when he wrapped a beefy hand around her upper arm. He didn't have a chance to make a second.
Within seconds, she'd grabbed his wrist and twisted, maneuvering him down to the bar while hoisting his arm behind him. She lodged a knee firmly between his spread legs to nudge him square in the balls. "John Barbour, you are under arrest for the death of Dr. Martin Dreben."
His curses were muffled by the sticky bar top, but she still understood the words 'whore' and 'die'. Unfazed, she slapped a pair of handcuffs on him and jerked him to his feet. "C'mon, Johnny. Someone's expecting you."
She used his big body like a battering ram, shoving through the crowd toward the front door. Once outside, she glanced sideways before heading to her car.
Shit. There he was again, her watcher, and even more gorgeous than she remembered.
Beneath the purple neon lights, his smooth caramel-colored skin seemed to glow. And those lips—full and lush and just begging to be kissed. The material of his dark cotton shirt clung to his tall, solid form in all the right places, accentuating the muscled torso beneath. But it was still his eyes that caught her, held her captive, made her think he could peer into her very soul.
"Bitch, can we get this over with? I want my phone call so I can make bail."
Dammit. She pushed her quarry across the street toward her small Ford Fiesta and clicked the unlock button on her key fob. She never lost focus, especially during a case. What the hell was wrong with her tonight?
She opened the back door and crammed Barbour inside then slid and locked the door before slipping into the drivers seat and jamming the keys in the ignition. Whoever the guy watching her was, the man scrambled her brains and that was unacceptable.
A blow to the back of her seat jarred her back to the task at hand. She glared at Barbour in the rearview mirror. "You break it, you buy it, asshole. And forget about bail. They're going to lock you up tight for a long time, scumbag."
"Fuck you. You don't know nothing." Barbour tipped backward and prepared to ram his feet into the back of her seat again, but never got the chance.
Something bulldozed into the side of her car, knocking it sideways. The force caused Thana's head to collide with the side window and the glass spider-webbed from the impact. She vaguely noticed Barbour tumbling off the backseat and onto the floor with a grunt.
Time slowed and she struggled to clear her blurry vision. A blast of humid air breezed past her face and she regained her composure in time to see Barbour finagle open the back door and sprint toward an alley nearby, away from the crash.
At least she thought it was a crash.
"Son of a bitch." Dizzy and disoriented, she fumbled out of the car and peered around the area. No fleeing cars in sight, no squealing tires. She pressed her fingers tight to her throbbing temple and made her way slowly to the other side of the vehicle to assess the damage. She stopped and squinted at the gray exterior.
Nothing. Not a scratch anywhere on the Focus.
Yet it's current cockeyed position straddling the roadway and the curb clearly showed the car had been moved, forcefully, from it's previous position.
Thana slumped against the passenger door. If her pounding headache was any indication, she had a mild concussion. Fantastic. Not only would she have pissed off clients to contend with, she'd have medical bills. Bills she couldn't afford.
The world tilted before her eyes and she would have face-planted on the asphalt if it hadn't been for a set of strong arms that came around her, pulling her tight against a warm, muscled chest.
She opened her eyes and raised her head to peer into the face of her savior.
Scratch that.
Her watcher.
Up close, he was even taller than she'd first thought, towering at least a foot over her.
Then he smiled and all her instincts went into overdrive.
Thana Girgis did not lose her shit over men, injured or not.
Not now, not ever. Period. Amen.
"Uh… thanks for the help." She pushed away from him and this time he let her go. His expression looked as unsettled as she felt, but that didn't matter. She had to get out of here and find Barbour. Now. She steadied herself against the vehicle as she walked back to the driver's side. "Excuse me, but I've got a bad guy to catch. Again."
She jerked the door open. Barbour would hopefully be more conspicuous with his hands trussed behind his back, but it would still be hard to find him in the all the Mardi Gras revelers.
Shit. Just shit.
She had started the engine and was about to take off when the passenger door opened.
"Mind if I join you?"
Thana blinked at him for a moment. If she'd thought his looks were deadly, his voice was lethal. Deep and smooth and laced with some exotic accent—the man was a thousand orgasms waiting to happen.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she fished it out without looking. "Girgis. No. I…uh…I had a little accident. Give me a few more hours and I'll have him in custody."
The line went dead while she stared at her uninvited guest. "Listen, I appreciate your assistance, but you need to get out of the vehicle."
"I'll help you." He smiled pleasantly and crossed his arms. "I can handle myself."
"I'm sure you can, whoever you are, but I work alone." She cut the engine. "Get out or I'll have to throw you out."
His grin deepened. "I'd like to see you try, canim."
Turkish. The guy had just called her darling in Turkish. She hadn't heard that term since her childhood in Cairo. A picture of her mother's face, so happy, so carefree, wavered in her mind before it fractured into a thousand pieces.
Dammit. She shook her head and gripped the steering wheel tight as a fresh wave of nausea swept over her. Common sense said she should head to the nearest ER for a check up. Her bank account insisted otherwise. She needed to find Barbour and collect her fee.
"Get. Out."
"I really don't think you should be driving with you head injury, canim. Perhaps I should take you to the hospital, have a doctor check your…"
"I'm fine. And I am not your darling. Stop calling me that." She forced her fists to unclench. "This is your last chance. Get out now."
"How about a compromise?"
"Yes. You wait here and I'll get Barbour for you."
She snorted despite her discomfort. "Really. You'll just walk up and grab him, huh?"
"Sure. He's lying right over there." He pointed to a shadowed spot against a nearby brick building. "After I knocked him out, I put him there for safekeeping."
"Safekeeping?" Thana felt like a brain-damaged parrot, repeating everything the guy said, but her mind felt sluggish. Not more than a minute could've passed between the collision and Barbour taking off. Even if her stalker had been poised and ready for the escape, there was no way this guy could have reacted fast enough to knock Barbour out and save her from hitting the pavement. No one had those kinds of skills. "I don't believe you."
"Check for yourself. I'll wait."
Grumbling, she shoved the door open and climbed out onto shaky legs. Ridiculous. She didn't have time to play his ridiculous games. This was stupid. Insane.
What the hell? Propped up between a drainpipe and a section of chain-link fence, slumped John Barbour, out cold and drooling into his scruffy beard.
"Would you like help loading him into your vehicle, canim?"
Somehow, her watcher stood right behind her and she'd never heard him move.
She looked between him and her quarry, uncertain. She didn't work with a partner. Ever. And she had no intention of splitting any of her bounty with this guy, superpowers or not. After all, she'd done all the hard work—tracking Barbour for days, watching him in this pathetic excuse for a nightclub, planning the apprehension.
Thana kicked Barbour's foot with the toe of her combat boot. The guy had to be pushing three hundred pounds fully ambulatory. Unconscious, getting him into her compact car alone would be difficult, to put it mildly. She turned and gave her new acquaintance a hard stare. "Fine. Just don't get in my way. Understand?"
Despite her less-than-hospitable demeanor, Luther couldn't help but be impressed by his new target's tenacity. She'd hoisted the criminal's legs into the air and carried her portion of his heavy bulk all the way to the tiny vehicle, despite what must've been a monstrous headache. "Want to tell me who the hell you are and why you've been following for months?" Her questions broke him out of his reverie in time to avoid having his fingers slammed in the car door.
He stepped back and wiped his hands on his jeans, his gaze steadfast on the ground. The fact she'd spotted his surveillance didn't bother him half as much as the fact that the strap on her barely-there top had slipped down to expose a dangerous amount of cleavage.
With her long, silky black hair and wide, dark eyes, she reminded him of an ancient Egyptian queen, only twice as shrewd and far more dangerous. Her dossier had prepared him for her military-grade training and tough bravado—being orphaned at thirteen and enduring the harsh training of the Mossad would do that to a person. What it hadn't prepared him for was just how lovely she was, or his reaction to her. He took a deep breath and changed subjects. He didn't want to reveal too much about his purpose. Not yet. "Why have you chosen such an unusual profession?"
"I asked you first." She waited, arms now resting on the top of the car. "I don't like to be followed." She eyed him up and down. "Who do you work for?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." With her body safely hidden by the vehicle, he ventured another glance at her face. "Seems we are at an impasse, canim."
"I told you not to call me that."
"And I told you I would help you. Based on what happened to your vehicle tonight, I'd say you could use all the help you can get."
"You saw the people who hit me?"
"I saw the creature responsible, yes."
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"Let me tell you a little about myself. My life has been marked by years of alcohol and drug addiction. I've been in and out of prison, in and out of treatment facilities, and in and out of relationships. Today, I am a new creature in Christ. This is my third incarceration and it has redefined me in so many ways. Even incarcerated, my life is so very rich and full of joy. I have His peace that guards my heart and a wonderfully intimate relationship with Jesus. It is exciting.
I am a 47-year-old male and I have been a drug addict since age 14. I have been married twice and have three children and four grand children. And, although I am in prison, I know that I have people who love me.
In saying this, I have been in prison most of my life, with this being my eighth time back there. But, for the first time in my life, I've found true love in Jesus.
My name is David and my story is very long. So, I will give you the short version of how I came to be a Discover Bible School student. My walk with God has been a long and challenging journey. I was baptized as a Catholic, raised a believer, and attended many Christian churches. I did some studies with the Jehovah's Witnesses and also attended a Lutheran church. I was reading the Bible for years as an adult. But, I never dedicated my whole life to Jesus and gave up my worldly ways.
I love Thanksgiving and Christmas, too, don't get me wrong. I enjoy baking pumpkin pies, choosing gifts for our daughters, knitting Shawn his annual pair of socks and decorating the fireplace mantle with sparkling lights and green boughs with red berries. But let's be honest. The holidays are exhausting! Today, I begin my much-needed recouping period.
The book of Acts tells the story of a recovering sorcerer by the name of Simon, who, shortly after his baptism, saw people receive the gift of the Holy Spirit when the disciples prayed for them. Accustomed to performing tricks for money, Simon begged the disciples to share their secret. Offering them what one can only assume was a considerable sum of money, he said, "Give me this power also, that anyone on whom I lay hands may receive the Holy Spirit." (Acts 8:19)
It would seem that "pay to play" is a very ancient practice indeed.
Notwithstanding the powerful testimony of Christ's great sacrifice, one of my favorite intimations of God's love and desire towards us is in the titles bestowed upon some of Scripture's great men and women of faith.
A few years ago, Dr. Dick Stenbakken, retired Chaplain Colonel, was a speaker at an event Shawn and I were hosting. I knew a little about Dick and his ministry, and when he asked if our oldest daughter could participate in his presenation, I was happy to ask her. Natalie was delighted to be Jairus' daughter, and Dick brought her a costume and helped her choose a song to sing at the close of his message.
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Phil Hysell, a Warning Coordination Meteorologist with the National Weather Service, said the agency is "monitoring the potential for snow in the mountains and foothills today, then much colder temperatures area-wide with prolonged accumulating snows for the western slopes through Thursday."
Expect light snow today, mixing with and – in some areas – changing to rain today that will arrive later this morning and continue into mid-afternoon. Hysell said one inch of accumulation is possible in the mountains, with 1-2" expected in the higher elevations of northwestern North Carolina and southwest West Virginia, as well as far southwest Virginia.
"A second, much stronger cold front moves through tonight, bringing blustery northwest winds, much colder temperatures and a prolonged period of up-slope snow showers through at least Thursday," Hysell said. "Several inches of snow accumulation over a long period is expected for the western slopes of southeast West Virginia, southwest Virginia and the mountains of North Carolina."
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"Don't worry about getting me pregnant. My ovaries are diseased."
Only childish women call men criminals who compliment there breasts,cleavages and rears as well as whistling. Ladies who tattle to cowards hiding badges are immature ten year old girls in elementary school who will burn in hell for this horrific deed. Its never okay to misquote Isaiah 29:21 to mean something other than what is being said, such as saying like, throw his ass in a cage like an animal if he says your ass,cleavage and bust is lovely. Did God command criminalizing compliments and racism?


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Draw Realistic Animals is a book written by the accomplished wildlife artist- Robert Louis Caldwell, who shares the techniques behind his finely detailed pencil drawings for beginners and professional artists.
The book features a variety of subjects and backgrounds through 14 demonstrations- with specific focus on techniques for drawing fur, scales, feathers and more. The step by step demonstrations involves subjects ranging from domestic pets to birds, reptiles, big cats, and elephants. The in-depth instructions clarify the basic concepts of drawing through: composition, value, shape, form and lighting. It shows you how to develop composition, build movement, creating shade, tips for lifting key highlights and teasing out finishing details to bring animals to life in graphite. It also includes expert advice on using reference photos to create strong and original compositions.
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Great Alaskan FeelPosted Jun 1, 2015
Pros: Small, comfortable cabins that made you feel cozy, the jacuzzi and it was a short drive to the small summer only town of Denali
Cons: More ventilation in the rooms, otherwise nothing
Location: Short drive is the town of Denali where you can pick up some gifts, get a bite to eat and several offices for jeep rides, rafting, etc.
The cabin we stayed in was supposed to be 1 single and 1 queen bed but I was surprised to get 2 queen beds instead. The cabin was clean, the beds were pretty comfortable and it had all the basics you would expect for being so far into the wilderness. Only small problem we had was it was around 78 outside and the cabin only had 2 small windows and a fan inside so the room was alittle stuffy but otherwise our experience was outstanding.
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Perfect for Denali ParkPosted Sep 15, 2014 on Hotels
Was concerned about staying in a rustic cabin and was very pleased with our stay, since I booked for another couple as well. Service and rooms were great. The fact that we rented a car to tour Alaska before our cruise, made it a perfect spot to stay. Short drive up the road to take the Motor Cruise through Denali and this hotel was perfect to arrive early enough to have breakfast. (do call the hotel to get correct time of departure on motor coach (ours was delayed, allowing us time to enjoy breakfast. The restaurant at the Denali Cabins had excellent service and food and great bar and fun bartender. Would we stay again, absolutely! The only downsize for those not driving there, is taking their luggage over into cabins...little rough on those wheels, if too heavy to carry. (we packed small suitcase for our overnight stays, and left our big cruise luggage in car)
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Jumping off place for KantishnaPosted Sep 9, 2014 on Hotels
Minimal accommodations, very far from the train station, in the middle of nowhere, picked because they were the cheapest and we only needed a bed for the night. Next time I'd pay more and stay closer to the jumping off area to go into Kantishna.
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Denali AdventurePosted Aug 19, 2014
Location: Close to Denali Park and Healy where there are lots of restaurants
My husband and I stayed here for two nights while we visited Denali National Park. The cabins are not too far from the park and are right off the road so they are easy to find. The staff is very friendly & helpful. They even loaned us a pair of binoculars for our trip into the park which we really appreciated. There is a buffet breakfast on the premises which was convenient. The cabins are not spacious but it wasn't a problem because we barely spent any time in the cabin. These are not luxury cabins but served the purpose of our visit. The only big drawback is that our cabin was close to the highway and therefore at times noisy.
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Great placePosted Aug 14, 2014 on Hotels
This was so convenient to the park. Most staff was excellent. A couple of staff obviously didn't want to be there and were grumpy with guests. We enjoyed 3 nights there. Breakfast good but go somewhere else for dinner if you want local seafood.
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Nice cabins close to Denali National ParkPosted Aug 9, 2014
Cute cabins and friendly people. Would stay there again
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I arrived well past the check in time, but my room was not ready. No apologies were made. I'm used to staff offering discounts for these types of errors. However, they did offer a comfortable living room area to wait in. The wait was not too long, maybe half an hour. The room was clean, but very small. They offer shuttle services to and from the train station and into town. The drivers were all very friendly. The restaurant is great, but it is not always open. The cabins are located away from everything, so if you want another dining option you have to take the shuttle into town.
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Close to Denali national parkPosted Aug 2, 2014
The room was okay for our stay in Denali. Slipped on a wobbly board going down from our room.
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Pros: Location
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This is our new information site for New Zealand's gay organisations and gay-friendly services. We also include articles of particular interest to people newly exploring their sexuality.
Since Gay Line Wellington started in the year 2000 we have been providing information about being gay in Wellington that includes listings of gay and gay friendly organisations in Wellington and the surrounding provinces of New Zealand, what's on specially for GLBTI people in and around Wellington and articles of special interest to GLBTI people generally. We have also been working closely with the Rule Foundation to provide financial support for some Wellington GLBTI organisations.
Exercising when you're sick? Go for it, and you might make yourself feel much better, writes GayNZ.com's fitness guru Julz Darroch.
A new collection has been published to honour the memory and raise awareness about a man who could be considered New Zealand's own Oscar Wilde, James Courage, our very own gay, but sidelined, literary icon.
The first New Zealander to have full gender reassignment surgery and have the sex on her birth certificate changed has told her compelling life story in a book co-written by Ali Mau.
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It has been brought to my attention recently that not everyone who chooses to exercise does so purely for pain, sweat and vanity. Apparently there is this thing called enjoyment, which is so important to some that they will only exercise if they enjoy it- go figure!
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Ella Richards is overjoyed to be following in Naomi Campbell and Kate Moss' Burberry footsteps.
The British model, whose grandfather is Rolling Stones legend Keith Richards, has been photographed by Mario Testino for the fashion house's Fall campaign.
Shot on the streets of London, Ella fits in perfectly with the brands style. The biggest names in fashion, including Naomi, Kate, Jourdan Dunn and Cara Delevingne have all posed for Burberry, and Ella is honoured to carry on the mantle.
"It's such a great compliment because they are all such iconic and successful women, and they have such stellar careers. I'm really flattered to be working with Burberry - they have a great heritage of iconic campaigns, and the clothes are so beautifully designed," Ella gushed to style.com.
Ella heard she'd landed the campaign shortly after getting back from Paris Fashion Week, and admits her celebration was pretty low-key.
The new collection is full of bohemian pieces, which fit the model's aesthetic perfectly.
"It definitely does, and I loved all the outfits. There were so many key pieces that I could incorporate into my wardrobe - it is very much my style," she said.
Working with Burberry has meant collaborating with CEO Christopher Bailey. Ella soaked up as much as she could from the British designer.
"It's really reinforced the knowledge I had about how much work goes into creating a collection and a campaign, and how committed and talented great designers are. Christopher was very sweet and involved, and he really made me feel comfortable. He was so friendly and took time to talk to everyone on the set and make sure everyone was comfortable," she smiled.
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The Cincinnati Bengals fell to 0-2 with a 24-7 loss to the Tennessee Titans (2-0) in their home opener.
Heavy wind gusts played a big role in this game, particularly on special teams. Cincinnati missed a 38-yard field, had a punt blocked for a Titans' touchdown and shanked another punt. Tennessee also had a punt partially blocked and fumbled a high snap on another punt attempt.
But overall the Titans managed the heavy winds much better by sticking to the running game and utilizing a short passing game led by quarterback Kerry Collins, who filled in well for the injured Vince Young. Collins (128 yards, one touchdown) didn't take many chances but made enough throws to move the offense and put points on the board.
The Bengals' offense continues to struggle and has just 10 points in two games. Cincinnati is learning quickly that without a productive offense, which has long been the strength of the team, the Bengals have little chance of winning.
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By Olga R. Rodriguez, Associated Press Writer
PUERTO CABEZAS, Nicaragua Rescuers scooped bodies from the open sea and villagers paddled canoes through fallen trees looking for survivors on this remote, swampy stretch of Caribbean coast as the death toll from Hurricane Felix neared 100.
Residents of Puerto Cabezas said they had little warning of Felix's rapid approach and when the storm hit most of the men were out to sea fishing. The women and children left behind clambered on the few remaining boats which quickly sank because they were overloaded.
The government "didn't warn us that the hurricane was coming," said Anali Martinez, 21, whose cousin was among the missing after the Category 5 hurricane hit Tuesday. "That's why so many were caught in it fishing."
In Puerto Cabezas, about 500 people crowded onto a pier overlooking the beach where 13 bloated bodies had been laid out on black tarps after being pulled out of the sea. Some tried to rush down a small wooden stairway onto the beach but were held back by police.
Lucia Parista Mora, 43, whose nephew was lobster fishing when the hurricane hit, told The Associated Press that several hundred fishermen and female fish sellers were either on the three main cayes off Puerto Cabezas or in boats fishing.
"We want them to bring them back here," said Parista Mora. "Even if it is just bones, we want to see them."
The impoverished region is inhabited by descendants of Indians, European settlers and African slaves who live in stilt homes on island reefs and in small hamlets, surviving by fishing and diving for lobster.
Felix developed very quickly over the warm waters of the southern Caribbean, and Nicaragua posted a hurricane warning less than 24 hours before it hit the coast, scrambling to notify the autonomous northeast where many people have a long-standing mistrust of the Nicaraguan government.
Few realized the storm would grow to a Category 5 hurricane so quickly, and some who were warned did not believe it would be so dangerous. But in Nicaragua it completely destroyed 7,995 houses in Puerto Cabezas, Waspan, Rosito, Iuna, Bonanza, Jinotega.
Abelino Cox, the spokesman for the Regional Emergency Committee, said late Thursday that the death toll rose by 33 to 98 as authorities searched the Miskito coastline that stretches across the Nicaragua-Honduras border.
He added that rescue brigades found the ethnic Zumo and Mayagna Indian community of Awastingni, located in the jungle 55 miles northwest of Puerto Cabezas, completely destroyed and that 14 were missing.
Maj. Abel Zepeda, deputy chief of Civil Defense in Nicaragua's northern autonomous region, said the death toll had increased to 96, including 44 Indian fishermen from the Miskito Caye, a tiny island off the Nicaraguan coast.
Their bodies were found floating in the ocean, said national Congressman Brooklin Rivera, a member of the regional emergency committee.
Television images showed the Miskito Cayes totally destroyed. All that remained were the trunks of trees that once supported more than 100 primitive dwellings on the barrier islands.
Sara Isolina Alvarado, who was rescued by the army, said authorities in Puerto Cabeza warned residents about the oncoming hurricane too late.
"We have no food, water, clothing, nothing. And we're cold," she said.
Aid was arriving slowly and those who survived the storm lacked food and fresh water. An AP photographer reached one isolated village in Nicaragua where the only thing to drink was the water in fallen coconuts.
U.S., Honduran and Nicaraguan soldiers searched remote jungle beaches and the open sea Thursday for survivors and cadavers.
Rain pushed a river over its banks Thursday in Tegucigalpa, killing a pregnant market vendor. A small boy was missing after being dragged away by the river's current, emergency officials said.
The remnants of Hurricane Henriette, meanwhile, dumped rain Thursday on Arizona and New Mexico. That storm hit Mexico on Tuesday and Wednesday, near Cabo San Lucas and again near the port city of Guaymas, then weakened over the Sonoran desert. Officials said the death toll Henriette was 10.
Contributing: Associated Press writers Freddy Cuevas in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and Filadelfo Aleman in Managua, Nicaragua, contributed to this report.
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The visitors' center and the driveway to the mansion are on opposite sides of Route 20, which has led to some close calls as visitors cross the two-lane highway after buying tickets. The driveway crosses a narrow, one-way wooden bridge over an active railroad. It's too frail to accommodate buses, which must take a back road.
So it wasn't surprising to locals that the ongoing restoration of Montpelier, Madison's Georgian home in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, showed up in the massive highway bill moving through Congress. Buried in the House bill is a $1 million "earmark" — congressional jargon for money set aside for a specific project — that would create a new entrance from Route 20 with access lanes to better handle traffic. "For no other reason than safety, you have to do that," says tour guide Bill Sage.
To fiscal watchdog groups in Washington, though, this is a prime example of "pork barrel" spending by members of Congress bent on re-election. "These are supposed to be quote-unquote 'high-priority projects,' " says Erich Zimmermann of Taxpayers for Common Sense, which counts 4,128 such high priorities, totaling more than $12 billion, in the House bill.
The dueling points of view are reflective of the battle over federal spending in Washington as President Bush and Congress try to balance legitimate needs against a $350 billion budget deficit. It's a battle likely to flare up frequently during Bush's second term, when spending priorities bump up against his pledge to cut the deficit in half by 2009.
The highway and mass transit bill aptly illustrates the gulf between the government's will and its wallet. Fiscal conservatives such as Republican Rep. Jeff Flake of Arizona criticize the House bill's "pork" — projects earmarked by lawmakers in the $284 billion bill. Flake and other critics, including the White House and the American Association of State Highway and Transportation Officials, say Congress should not choose specific projects but should stick to the bill's neutral formulas and let the states pick priorities. Other deficit hawks, such as Republican Sen. Judd Gregg of New Hampshire, charge that the Senate's even larger $295 billion highway bill includes projected revenue that will never be collected.
House and Senate negotiators will try to work out differences next month and decide on a final bill, something they failed to do last year. Bush has threatened to veto either version — the Senate's because its bill is $11 billion over his limit, the House's because of a loophole that could raise the price tag in future years. But both the House and Senate bills passed by overwhelming, veto-proof majorities. And in 52 months as president, Bush has yet to veto a bill. (Related item: Congress votes to extend highway program — again)
Why the controversy over highways when Congress is grappling with Social Security and potential vacancies on the Supreme Court? Perhaps no bill offers more direct political benefit to members of Congress. And few tempt them as this one does to ignore both budget limits and veto threats.
Laments Gregg, the chairman of the Senate Budget Committee: "Public works may not have been the best place to pick a fight to defend the budget."
Thousands of press releases
Few bills in Congress are as popular as the highway bill, which comes up for renewal every six years. It's an opportunity to fix crumbling bridges, ease suburban traffic jams, repair winding country roads and attract more riders to urban mass transit. Every $1 billion spent on roads produces 48,000 jobs, say proponents such as House Speaker Dennis Hastert — not to mention thousands of press releases from members of Congress eager to tout their achievements.
Even a new entrance to James and Dolley Madison's home would bear fruit for Orange County (pop. 28,000) and the surrounding area. Last year, the partially restored home attracted nearly 42,000 visitors; when restoration is complete in 2008, officials at the Montpelier Foundation expect the number to jump to more than 100,000. That would boost business at local hotels and restaurants, gas stations and gift shops. "It keeps so many others working by having a tourist attraction," says Karon Keith, the county's director of tourism.
But state highway officials, fiscal watchdogs and a few lonely members of Congress say elements of the highway bill represent Congress at its worst. The House bill, which passed 417-9 in March, included so many projects inserted by lawmakers that the White House opposed their "proliferation." Among them: horse trails in Virginia and snowmobile trails in Vermont, graffiti removal in Brooklyn, N.Y., and a welcome center on Highway 410 in Enumclaw, Wash., for visitors to Mount Rainier. "It's a nationally known road of significance," says city administrator Mark Bauer.
Most members of the House were offered at least $14 million to spend in their districts. More was available to party leaders and members of the Transportation and Infrastructure Committee, which produces the bill. Rep. Don Young, R-Alaska, the panel's chairman, included 39 projects worth $722 million for his state, according to Taxpayers for Common Sense — or $1,150 for every Alaskan. Young proudly heralded the legislation, named "Transportation Equity Act — A Legacy for Users," or TEA-LU, after his wife Lu.
The number of specific projects irks those who want to cut spending and taxes. "They're just very shameless about it," says former Republican congressman Pat Toomey of Pennsylvania, president of the Club for Growth, which lobbies for free-market policies. "This is begging for a veto."
The Senate bill, which passed 89-11 last week, includes no specific projects — yet. Historically, senators add theirs during House-Senate negotiations. "There's no question that our Senate colleagues are going to participate in the earmarking" of specific projects, Gregg says.
Even without those projects, the Senate bill is $11 billion bigger than both the House version and Bush's limit. The extra money is intended to start the process of helping so-called "donor states" — those that contribute more to the highway trust fund in 18.4-cents-per-gallon gasoline taxes than they reap in spending. Notably, Bush's home state of Texas is near the bottom of that list, receiving 86 cents in highway funds for every tax dollar paid to the U.S. Treasury. The Senate's Public Works Committee chairman, Republican James Inhofe of Oklahoma, "believes that the number that we passed is the necessary number," says spokesman Will Hart.
More spending, less taxes
The White House isn't buying it. Ronald Reagan vetoed a highway bill in 1987 because it was $10 billion above his limit and included 121 local projects — "I haven't seen this much lard since I handed out blue ribbons at the Iowa State Fair," Reagan said at the time. Now Bush is threatening to veto this one over an $11 billion difference. "Our position is real and strong," says White House spokeswoman Dana Perino. That may not intimidate Congress, which could override Bush's veto as it did Reagan's.
What the critics call highway robbery might set a precedent for Congress this year as it tries to square robust spending initiatives with stingy budget limits. Already, Gregg and other deficit hawks worry that plans to reimburse physicians under Medicare, expand child care services to former welfare recipients and modernize the Postal Service will bust the budget blueprint approved by Congress last month. Bigger spending items, from the war in Iraq to rapidly increasing health-care costs, loom in the future.
But first, Congress and the president must decide whether the highway bill should become law. Their decision will have a major impact on the nation's roads, subways and buses, the federal budget and deficit, Republican politics and the working relationship between the White House and Congress.
It also will influence the fate of more than 4,000 projects, including James Madison's driveway. To Linda Barnes, a history buff who traveled here this week from Pittsfield, Mass., that's a no-brainer.
"For the father of our Constitution?" she says. "Absolutely."


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Orien was the last King of the Shakista Dynasty.
In 81 AC, on the 20th of Nature's Curling, Orien, the last King of Ximoran, died.[1] This was only sixty years after the dynasty had taken up residence in the newly built palace of Ximoran, which had been twenty years in the building after the Great War against Chaos.
Nine years after his death, the Queen of Silver was banished from Ximoran, followed thirteen years later by the unmasking of the Riddling Reaver in the city.[2]
See AlsoEdit
- ↑ The Fighting Fantasy 10th Anniversary Yearbook - p. 185
- ↑ The Fighting Fantasy 10th Anniversary Yearbook - pp. 148, 165


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Homemade Easter Egg Will Make Your Holiday a Smash
Looking to have some fun with the kids this Easter? This should do the trick.
Looking to have some fun with the kids this Easter? This should do the trick.
By Megan Bell
Cameron University held a free Easter egg hunt for any kids that attended the softball games last Tuesday, March 31. Students involved in SAAC (Student-Athlete Advisory Committee) dispersed colorful Easter eggs across the outfield after the games ended.
Grace Fellowship Church is sponsoring the first annual Easter Egg Scramble on Saturday, April 4th at Cameron University Stadium. With 60,000 Easter eggs stuffed and ready to go, this will be one of the biggest Easter egg hunts ever done in the Lawton/Fort Sill area.
This isn't the fluffy bunny of your childhood, or the mellow rabbit at the mall you get your picture with. This is the evil Easter bunny, who instead of delivering colored eggs brings screams and terror to those he meets.
We are just 10 days away from our 4th Annual Taste of Home Cooking School and 20 days away from Easter. Here is a fun recipe from the Taste of Home website that you could make for your family as an Easter treat.
If you haven't seen this before, now is the time to watch it. It's a piece of video art by Lernert Engleberts and Sander Plug as part of a preschool art project called "Big Art for Little People."
Easter is coming! Usually we aren't very excited about this holiday, because ham is an everyday part of life the way we roll. However, these hand-painted eggs have us excited for the holiday we haven't celebrated since 2009.
If you're tired of dunking some eggs in vinegar-scented food coloring water, check these out for some inspiration. Or, you know, just because they're awesome.
Easter Egg hunts are a fun family activity and the Lawton/Fort Sill community have a couple of fun ones scheduled for Saturday, March 30th.
You may not be aware, but the Easter Bunny has been around for a long time. Easily one of the most recognizable symbols of the holiday, the loveable critter was first mentioned in an essay by German physician and botanist Georg Franck von Frankenau all the way back in 1682. Funny, we always figured he was just a Hallmark creation.


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Among the SHP members of post-TS, I found myself quite fascinated with Franky.
Below are some of the unique traits that I like in him:
The hair
This should be the main trait that I liked about him. By default his hair is (buzz cut) short; easy and simple to maintain. But when the situation calls for a more appropriate hair style, in just a 3-seconds press-and-hold of the nose button, it changes to the desired hair style. How convenient!
Myself (in reality) is pretty lazy to take care of my hair, hence I have always like my hair simple and short (though not buzz-cut short) a.k.a standard guy's cut to save me from the hassle of maintaining it. Many a times I wish that my hair could grows slower whereby I can have a hair cut once or twice in a year instead of nearly 1 or 1.5 months each time. But yet, there were times after I done my hair cut, I had to attend some sort of unexpected function whereby I wish I have my hair long enough to style it up just for that occasion. At the first instance I saw that function in BF37, immediately I went gaga over it because that was EXACTLY the thing I wanted in my physique.
edit: Are there any special functions in him that you wished you had in your own body? (e.g. for me - its his hair function)
A cyborg with personality
Officially BF37 is now a complete cyborg without having the "a$$-whooping" weakness anymore. Being a cyborg, what sets him apart from the regular pacifistas and even PX0 (Kuma) is the fact that he (Franky) retains his personality and feelings. The other PXs are just "made up" cyborgs, Kuma is the nearest comparison to Franky (Kuma = PX0, Franky = BF37). During Marineford war and flashback during FI descend (protecting Sunny), PX0 was seen already monotonous after the final completion of his modification.
Retaining his own personality gives him an advantage when fighting against other cyborgs (assuming battles are going to be like-for-like; e.g. swordsman vs swordsman, martial artist vs martial artist). As he has the ability to think, plan and improvise - a trait which I think despite the PXs having AI could not keep up with. Also retaining his personality means retaining his trademark sense of humor, a gag trait which we all enjoyed from time to time.
The toughness of a robot
We have seen how difficult it was for the entire SHP to take on a PX at SA. Remember when Zoro cuts PX0, it left as much as a scratch on him. Now that Franky has spent two long years in Vegapunk's lab, surely he has obtained the technology and thus embedded it into his body. Now with that toughness, he's no pushover when going against standard opponents. One thing though, I think his natural enemy will be Kid, similar to how Wolverine's natural enemy being Magneto
Imaginative technology kind of character
Among the members, Franky is the one who you think of how to technologically develop his character. Because he is a cyborg, the standard first thought will be all those futuristic technologies that humankind has been imaginating all these times can be implant into his body. Think Ironman. Think Terminator series. Think Macross.
This is one person who we can put in all the robotic technology that we can think of.
Lets see:
- Vegapunk's laser system
- missile rockets on his shoulders
- machine gun, cannon and pistols on his arms
- tank treads on his calves
- lights on his nipples
- standard carpentry tools in his body (an anytime repairer)
- merge with other vehicles
Lets imagine:
- night, infra red, and thermal vision as well as X-ray in his eyes
- roller skates or blades (in the case of cold side of PH) on his feets
- ability to hack into a pacifista computer system to retrieve the information implanted and rewrite the program to have the PX to fight for the SHP
- ability to store electricity in body to use against opponent (natural enemy of Enel…)
- storing EMP device to detonate and disable an army of PXs
- able to detaching his ear and set on opponent to act as ears dropping device
- able to detach his eyeball and place at a location as surveillance camera
- high powered rockets under his feet to allow flight
A genius in his own right
Having the shipwright DNA in his blood, not only he is an expert in ship building and maintenance but it extends beyond floating vessels. He invented the (mechanical) motorcycle and a tank - in OP universe, such vehicles are considered to be cutting edge. So what's next, fighter jets?


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Pruett Mullens Dennett
|Pruett Mullens Dennett
Pruett Mullens Dennett 21 May 1917
21 January 1899
New Southgate, Middlesex, England
|2 June 1918
(aged 19)
near Estaires, Nord, France
|United Kingdom
| Royal Navy
Royal Air Force
|Years of service
|No. 8 (Naval) Squadron RNAS, No. 208 Squadron RAF
Lieutenant Pruett Mullens Dennett (21 January 1899 – 2 June 1918) was a World War I British flying ace. He was credited with ten aerial victories, the last occurring on the day he was killed in combat.
Early life[edit]
Pruett Mullens Dennett, son of Ralph Mullens Dennett and Ethel Lavinia Gilburd Dennett, was born on 21 January 1899 in New Southgate, Middlesex, England.[1][2][3] He was baptised there on 26 February 1899.[2] After his father's death in 1901, his mother remarried and took the surname Sandy. The family resided on Preston Road in Brighton, East Sussex, England.[4][5]
Pruett Dennett joined the Royal Naval Air Service on 25 March 1917.[6] Flight Officer Dennett received his aviator's certificate on 21 May 1917 on an Avro biplane at the Royal Naval Air Station in Redcar, Yorkshire, England.[3] He received his commission on 27 August 1917 and was posted as a pilot to the No. 8 (Naval) Squadron of the Royal Naval Air Service.[6] It was known as "Naval Eight" to its members.[7] The original squadron was composed of an all-volunteer group of aviators. Dennett was promoted to Flight Sub-Lieutenant of the RNAS in September 1917.[8] With the merger of the Royal Naval Air Service and the Royal Flying Corps on 1 April 1918, his squadron became the No. 208 Squadron of the Royal Air Force. Dennett is credited with ten aerial victories, all of them taking place from a Sopwith Camel, a single-seat biplane.[9] The first six victories occurred as a member of No. 8 Squadron, and the last four after it was renumbered as No. 208 Squadron. His first aerial victory occurred on 6 December 1917 over Hénin-Liétard, Pas-de-Calais, France. Dennett sent an unidentified two-seater out of control. His second took place on 3 January 1918 over Arras, Pas-de-Calais; his Camel (B6447) defeated a Hannover C, which was destroyed. The following day, he defeated a DFW C over Oppy-Monchy, France from his Camel (B6319). On 19 January 1918, Dennett scored a double victory from Camel (B6447). He sent two Albatros D.V aircraft out of control, one over Wingles, Pas-de-Calais and the other over Hénin-Liétard. His sixth victory was another Albatros D.V over Hénin-Liétard, this time from Camel (N6356) on 29 January 1918.[9] More than two months passed until Dennett's next victory. It was with No. 208 Squadron on 17 April 1918. His Camel (D1873) defeated an Albatros D.V, one mile south of Merville, Nord, France. Dennett's eighth occurred on 22 May 1918, two miles northeast of Lens, Pas-de-Calais, and involved an unidentified two-seater that was sent out of control. The lieutenant's ninth victory was on 31 May 1918 over Merville. His Camel (D1854) defeated a Fokker Dr.I triplane which was sent out of control. Pruett Dennett's final victory took place on 2 June 1918, north of Lestrem, Pas-de-Calais. His Sopwith Camel (D1853) destroyed an Albatros D.V.[9]
Gallery of planes[edit]
Albatros D.V, five of Dennett's victories, #4-7, 10.
Dennett scored all ten of his victories from a Sopwith Camel.
Fokker Dr.I, one of Dennett's victories, #9.
Lieutenant Pruett Mullens Dennett was killed in action on 2 June 1918 near Estaires, Nord, France.[10][11] His Sopwith Camel was shot down by Kurt Schönfelder, flying ace of Jasta 7 and credited with 13 aerial victories. (The German pilot was shot down weeks later, on 26 June 1918, when his Fokker D.VII was defeated by Sopwith Camels flown by 210 Squadron.)[12][13] Dennett is commemorated on the Arras Flying Services Memorial at the Faubourg d'Amiens Cemetery on the Boulevard du General de Gaulle in Arras, Pas-de-Calais, France.[4][14] In addition, Dennett is represented on the Brighton War Memorial at the Old Steine Gardens in Brighton, East Sussex, England.[15]
He was 19 years old.
- ^ 1901 England Census
- ^ a b London, England, Births and Baptisms, 1813–1906
- ^ a b Great Britain, Royal Aero Club Aviators' Certificates, 1910–1950
- ^ a b "Casualty details - Dennett, Pruett Mullens". Commonwealth War Graves Commission. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ England & Wales, FreeBMD Death Index
- ^ a b "Walmer Airfield Memorial" (PDF). Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ E. G Johnstone DSC, ed. (2004) [1931]. Naval Eight: A history of No.8 Squadron R.N.A.S. - afterwards No. 208 Squadron R.A.F - from its formation in 1916 until the Armistice in 1918. Naval & Military Press. ISBN 978 18434 29869.
- ^ "No. 30348". The London Gazette. 23 October 1917. p. 10905.
- ^ a b c "Pruett Dennett". The Aerodrome. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ England & Wales, National Probate Calendar
- ^ "The War Graves Photographic Project - Dennett". Twgpp.org. 2012. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ Tony Holmes, ed. (2004). Aircraft of the Aces - Legends of the Skies. Osprey Publishing. p. 27. ISBN 1 84176 825 1. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ "Kurt Schönfelder". The Aerodrome. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ "International Wargraves Photography Project - Dennett". Findagrave.com. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
- ^ "Sussex - Brighton War Memorial". Roll of Honour. Retrieved 8 March 2012.
External links[edit]
- International Wargraves Photography Project - Dennett Photographs of inscriptions


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I made baked quince with cloves, port wine, honey and lemon juice last night for my parents and thought of Wales. My grandmother had a quince bush. I wish I could find one for my own garden. I love quince jelly. Its such a treat! Thankfully I live in a climate that is similar to Wales so I could get one.... I just haven't found one yet.
Mono makes a great cup of tea... as does PN, tea is not the same as my youth now in Britain me thinks. When I visit there I get a mug of tea... not like back in the day with a tea pot and a cup and saucer. Mono goes all out every evening during the work week at 3.30pm (tea time). He makes a tray with a tea towel and a tea jug of milk with two cups and saucers... even the milk we get is in a bottle like the ones that were delivered to my grandmothers house. He takes the bags out just at the right time too.
I'm turning into my mother
Its funny because I feel so at home there my body aches to be there... yet when I lived there I missed the great Canadian wild. Having grown up in a small town with a Native population bigger than the white one I spent much time around hunting, fishing, pow wows... this land is my home, but Britain is my blood. One can't help their genes I think. Our family goes back much to far all over that island for that to not have some kind of draw...
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All platforms
Time, now, to take stock. What was great ... and what flopped? First, the hits...
1. Fallout 4 (post-apocalyptic with a sense of humour). An obvious one, but somehow even better for all the pre-release hype since it actually delivered.
2. Until Dawn (twist on teen horror genre). A compelling attempt at an "interactive movie", where you spend more time directing outcomes than "playing" in a traditional way.
3. Grand Theft Auto 5 (crime spree in fictional Los Angeles). An amazing, sprawling, detailed city that invites you to kill innocents ... or go mountain biking instead.
4. Agar.Io (blobs eat other blobs, get bigger). The mobile addictive hit of the year. Try it for free.
5. Fantasy Life (free-roam community). A highlight in a thin year for Nintendo's 3DS, it had echoes of Animal Crossing but brought some original flavour too.
And three that disappointed...
1. Battlefield: Hardline (cops-and-robbers variant of long-running series). They took our favourite open-world army game and made it into a poor parody of Grand Theft Auto. Boo.
2. Harvest Moon: The Lost Valley (farming simulator). Nintendo made farming too realistic for its latest 3DS installment in the series: all busywork and no fun.
3. Call of Duty: Black Ops 3 (shooter). Like an over-sequeled action movie: lots of explosions, noise and woeful acting. Yawn. AH
Wellspring, unrated
Herman Melville's brief but endlessly suggestive 1856 masterpiece Bartleby, the Scrivener concerns a Wall Street clerk who suddenly stops working, meeting all requests with the polite but firm statement, "I would prefer not to". It's a role that seems tailor-made for an eccentric like Crispin Glover, and as the star of Jonathan Parker's updated 2001 adaptation he doesn't disappoint: he's a pale, intent, disturbingly comic presence, frozen like a waxwork in his undertaker's suit, or squirming in panic as if fearing the loss of some private treasure. Parker retains much of Melville's dialogue while relocating the action to a modern open-plan office, filmed in the kooky expressionist style of Tim Burton or David Lynch: the cartoonish colour scheme makes jarring use of lime green and burnt orange, while everyday objects such as a photocopier or a ceiling vent take on uncanny menace in close-up. Like the original story, the film can be understood as both a surreal allegory and a literal account of the soul-destroying nature of office work – a theme that has lost none of its relevance since Melville's day. JW
December 13, ABC1, 9.30pm
If you're not familiar with US comedian Amy Schumer (who has had a meteoric rise to fame in just the past few years), this stand-up special, filmed in front of a live audience in San Francisco in 2012, is a great primer: you'll either love her or you'll be appalled. She opens with the announcement that she "finally slept with my high-school crush! But now he expects me to go to his graduation. Like I know where I'm going to be in three years …". Before apologising for a "kid-f---ing" joke and moving on to another gag that opens with the line, "So my mom's a c---. No, hear me out!" If that's not your thing you definitely won't enjoy the rest of her routine which, as the title promises, is mostly about sex, ranging from jokes about Asian chicks and their vaginas, pubic hair maintenance, "slutty" friends, knowing her body type ("sturdy") and going to a yoga class just after taking the morning-after pill. It's lewd, edgy and out there – everything that makes Schumer one of the best female comedians today. KN
Universal Sony, R
Sean Penn has still got it. At 54, he can still play the action man and be completely convincing. Based on the French novel The Prone Gunman, the film plot has Penn acting as an undercover hitman in the Congo, working for a third party contracted to multinational mining companies which did not want the government to nationalise their assets. Penn kills the country's interior secretary and flees undetected. He also leaves behind his lover, a doctor, Annie (Jasmine Trinca), without explanation. Seven years later he comes looking for answers. He's made his way back to the Congo, but somebody wants him dead. Again, he flees, seeking answers from his original security contractor in London. That leads him to Barcelona, where his former contract mate, Javier Bardem, is now married to Penn's former lover. Guns, chases, threats, sex, it's all there, pushing the plot to its predictable conclusion. Warning: the body count is high. JK
An oblique response to changing times, Billy Wilder's sweet-and-sour 1972 romantic comedy is crammed with topical allusions despite centring on two extremely unhip characters: Wendell Armbruster jnr (Jack Lemmon), a prudish American businessman who comes to Italy to claim the body of his father, and Pamela Piggott (Juliet Mills), a British shop assistant with an apparent eating disorder whose mother died in the same accident. Shot on location around the Gulf of Naples, the film has a leisurely, scenic quality unusual for Wilder, yet the script is one of his most densely woven, paradoxically intertwining idealism and cynicism, romance and bureaucracy, sex and death. Though the jokes about Italian inefficiency and corruption are gentle for the most part, there are multiple snakes in this Eden, including a blackmailer (Gianfranco Barra) with Mafia connections and a taxi driver who gives a fascist salute. American boorishness is mocked more relentlessly, especially when Armbruster's State Department pal J.J. Blodgett (Edward Andrews) comes on the scene – leading to a prescient exchange about the Middle East, as well as some not-so-subliminal reminders of the Vietnam War. JW


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TUCSON, Ariz. -- There is only one certainty from Arizona's 29-27 loss to Oregon State: The Wildcats won't go undefeated in 2010. That puts them in the same boat with Alabama. That's one way to look at things.
Another way to look at it? There they go again.
Just when it seemed like the ninth-ranked Wildcats were ready to take a major step forward -- beating then-No. 9 Iowa, riding a high national ranking -- they take a step back.
"Tonight was a tough night in a lot of ways," coach Mike Stoops said. "When you look at the entire game, we just weren't there."
The feeling entering the game was the Wildcats were on the cusp of a potentially special season. It still might turn out special. Only not as special as it could have been. The first loss is often the hardest, but it's even harder when it comes at home to a two-loss team, and when it feels like a lot of football was played badly.
"I don't think it's a wake-up call," linebacker Paul Vassallo said. "It's disappointing with two weeks of prep."
Vassallo is a JC transfer, so he hasn't been around the program long. But it's good he's not leaning on the idea of this team needing a "wake-up call." The Arizona program is awake. It's just sometimes confounding -- see Vassallo's noting of how the Wildcats played after getting two weeks to prepare for the Beavers.
It's hard to put much blame on Nick Foles and the offense, which gained 541 yards, including 311 in the second half. Foles passed for 440 yards and three touchdowns and led scoring drives of 57, 66, 66 and 80 yards.
Special teams weren't special. Kicker Alex Zendejas missed a 37-yard field goal just before halftime and had a PAT blocked. Struggling punter Keenyn Crier blasted a beautiful 47-yard punt in the fourth quarter -- only he blasted it into the end zone for a touchback instead of pinning the Beavers deep in their own territory. Oregon State then drove for the decisive TD.
And that was telling -- yielding a 10-play, 80-yard, nearly five-minute drive when the screws were tightening . Ultimately, the predominant blame falls on the unit that had been so dominant this year: the defense.
The Wildcats entered the game ranked among the nation's leaders in nearly every major defensive statistical category. The Beavers had been struggling on offense. But the Wildcats gave up 486 yards, including 393 yards passing to the Beavers, who were 10-of-15 on third-down plays.
"We played sloppy tonight," end Ricky Elmore said after the game.
And, considering the Wildcats visit Washington State next weekend, it probably cost them a 7-0 start and all that might have brought -- such as a potential top-five ranking.
Of course, a top-five ranking eight weeks into the season isn't really all that great. It doesn't include a trophy or a bowl invitation. It's always about how you finish.
"I don't really know if we just lost our edge or took for granted what we had or what, but it's going to be a very long season," Stoops said.
That's good, because Saturday was a long and mostly unpleasant night for the Wildcats; the first time that's been the case this season.


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- Helps reduce fatigue and injury from bending and lifting.
- Optional protective skirt (# 275001) must be factory installed.
Wesco® Industrial Products is pleased to present our high quality, zinc plated winch lift for effortlessly moving up to 265 lbs. of cargo. The 2″ polyurethane double wheel swivel casters allow for easy maneuvering of loads across uneven floors and in tight spaces. The hand-operated parking brake contacts both rear wheels.
This Premium Winch Lift has a very quiet, smooth, fast lifting, automatic braking winch that stops the lift where you stop turning the handle. It also features an ergonomically designed handle. Shown at left is the optional zinc plated cargo support extension bar (Part# 274531); at right, optional 304 stainless steel foldable platform (Part# 274530).
Order this premium product today and it will last you for years to come. Remember, this fine Wesco product comes with a One Year Warranty against defects in materials and workmanship on parts.