And they were told the story of a fierce fairy knight who now guarded the woods for the fairy queen. But Janet didn't believe in fairy stories and Janet didn't like being told what to do.

    Stories of miracles, visions of hell, jokes, fables, and legends, these tales reflect the Japanese worldview during a classic period in Japanese civilization. Masterfully edited and translated by the acclaimed translator of The Tale of Genji, these stories ably balance the lyrical and the dramatic, the ribald and the profound, offering a window into a long-vanished though perennially fascinating culture.

    Dating from at least a millennium ago, these are the earliest-known Arabic short stories, which survived in a single, ragged manuscript in a library in Istanbul. Some found their way into The Arabian Nights, but most have never been read in English before. Composed to fascinate their original audiences, these charming, surreal, baffling, and beautiful stories are indeed both marvelous and strange.

    Each spring the snow child must leave, but every winter she returns with the first snowfall and comes to life with a kiss.

    Here fairies and demons walk hand in hand with mortals and anything anything can happen. These tales are sometimes frightening, usually insightful, and always entertaining. But one does not have to be Irish to appreciate these marvelous stories, for as the great Irish poet, W.B. Yeats wrote, "everyone is a visionary if you scratch him deep enough."John Connors and the fairies --Fitzgerald and Daniel Donoghue --Fairies of Rahonain and Elizabeth Shea --The knights of Kerry --Rahonain castle --The cattle jobber of Awnascawil --The midwife of Listowel --Daniel Crowley and the ghosts --Tom Daly and the nut-eating ghost --Tom Connors and the dead girl --The farmer of Tralee and the fairy cows --The two gamblers and the fairies --The girl and the robber --Maurice Griffin and the fairy doctor --The three sisters and their husbands' three brothers --John Shea and the treasure --St. Martin's eve --James Murray and saint martin --Fairy cows --John Reardon and the sister ghosts --Maggie Doyle and the dead man --Pat Doyle and the ghost --The ghost of Sneem --The dead mother --Tim Sheehy sent back to this world to prove his innocence --Tom Moore and the seal woman --The four-leafed shamrock --John Cokeley and the fairy --Tom Foley's ghost --The blood-drawing ghost --Murderous ghosts

    Set in coal mines and remote farm cabins, in hidden hollows and on mountain tops, some of these stories look back to the days when West Virginia was first settled; others reflect the rancor and brutality of the Civil War. But most of these tales guide us through the recent past of the uncommonly rich folk heritage of West Virginia. This

    The police find blood evidence of foul play, and are convinced Seth murdered you, but it all turns out to be a misunderstanding until your bank confirms you wired your life’s savings to a vulgar old man you’ve never met. You confront the old man and are shocked to learn he has videos that prove you were involved in a deeply sexual relationship with him last week. But you’re about to realize these are the least of your problems!

    What was unusual was how seriously he took it. This is a classic western filled with suspense, and an underlying romance. In the Louis L'Amour tradition. Buckshot by L. J. Martin

    Not as a diplomat – that takes years to perfect – but as someone undercover, someone who’s not what they seem.’ ‘You don’t work for us and never have worked for us. This is what we would put out if you were rumbled. A rogue, a loose cannon — choose your cliché.’ Nick Hellyer is an accidental spy. Expelled in disgrace from Cambridge, he’s hurled into the contradictory and vibrant city of Alexandria as Egypt heads towards the 1967 Arab–Israeli War. His double life as a secret agent mirrors the duplicities of his relationships. But when he stumbles on a war-changing secret, who can he trust not to betray or abandon him? For fans of Charles Cumming and Philip Kerr

    Illustrated with woodcuts.With black-and-white drawings throughoutPart of the Pantheon Fairy Tale and Folklore Library

    386-534) tells about Mulan disguising herself as a man and taking her father's place in battle.

    Arranged geographically by region, this book also includes category index groups that list the stories by plot and character.

    . . SCREE . . .” Terry is half asleep when he hears the wailing, rising and falling like the waves of the sea. He wishes it were a dream, but he knows it isn’t. It isn’t an owl screeching, either. Or the Flannerys’ old cat. Could it be the Banshee—the ghostly figure of Irish legend who wails outside a house when death is near? Why would she come here? In spite of his fears, Terry goes out to confront her. Is it really the Banshee, or . . . something else?

    It is the late 1960s and the family enjoy an idyllic life in the Vale of Kashmir, despite the area being riddled with conflict and poverty. But after a devastating earthquake wipes out her entire family, Jaya is taken into the care of relatives in Delhi, who attempt to marry her off and keep secret from her the possibility that Tahir, her younger brother, has survived the earthquake. After escaping from the arranged marriage Jaya is put through medical training in Scotland, as she had always dreamed, and where she develops feelings for her foster family’s eldest son, Alastair, who is engaged to someone else. In the meantime, Tahir has been abducted by a band of Kashmiri freedom fighters, who have made him one of their own. Jaya finally returns to her troubled homeland to find him and come to terms with the loss of her family. Alastair, who arrives in Kashmir to announce his love for Jaya, is kidnapped by the freedom fighters, forcing her to risk everything to get him back.

    "Well-I never! what a dunderhead I am!" he said to himself-"fancy sleeping like that, why such a thing has never happened to me before! I had meant to go to have supper and stay the night at the new hotel in Elm. I have heard the landlord's daughter is an uncommonly pretty girl!" "Heigho!" he went on, stretching himself, "there's nothing for it, but to walk home. I might wait a long time before a motor-car came to pick[...].