Bøger af Catherine Gruben

Underneath the French A15 Interstate, where it towers over the river Seine, sits a warehouse. It is particularly uninteresting, just a gray rectangle, like an overgrown cinderblock. But to a team of American spies it is extremely interesting; it's the building Simeon Lee picked to unmask a terrorist of an unusual sort. Simeon's best friend is in trouble, framed for terrorist activity by someone calling themselves 'Solitaire, ' and that's not something the Parabaloni are willing to overlook. At that singularly ugly warehouse the four spies must bring together Gigan's family of Parisian smugglers, all the law-enforcement they can pack into three rooms, a crowd of Islamic terrorist, one crooked inventor, and this unexplained Solitaire. But once there, will Simeon manage to draw a confession out, or will Solitaire end the night by his favorite method of igniting TNT, and blow them all straight to minuscule pieces

Yaspur the Hard, Grand High Pumba of the Rocks, has overthrown the world. He rules behind a puppet king who usurped the throne twelve long years ago, murdering the entire royal family. Or did he? Astor Meagan, the last surviving knight, knows Yaspur is looking for something. Could it be a bigger secret than anyone has ever guessed? A chance to right the kingdom and restore a world is handed to Astor Meagan and his knife-wielding daughter. But never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined a dirty, peace-spouting, vegetarian farmer would become the pivotal point in the vast game of politics and intrigue happening on their planet's surface. Translated from original language by Arthur A. Simpson, and here follows his description of the second volume: "Since you have read A Son Rises, you already know about Charlie's interesting past, and Corinth's cooking and dagger skills, and Meagan's determination to get the true king back in place and upset the nasty plans of Yaspur, Grand High Pumba of the Rocks. Very good. Now in this volume, Charlem Hartsom is born; you have only sort of met him, and I find him quite an interesting fellow, whom I think you will enjoy learning about. Though not all of this second book is an enjoyable tale, the death of Charlie Biggton is a bit difficult to swallow, and...but I think I'm telling too much. I had better shut up and let you get on with reading. After all, Charlie and the Meagans are better story-tellers than I am. Go read their account, made possible by my brilliant translations into English."

ArviI hast been instructed to tell thee of my part in the business of protecting hærlêm the Third, Dreaded King, during the imperilment of his lineage and the attempted overthrow of his reign. To do so I have had to start my tale earlier in the year, at the time when my tormentor came into my life; which finally resulted in the destruction of all my family hoped and dreamed for since my birth.TurnerThanks a lot, Arvi. I guess it don't matter none to you that I's done my part of protecting too, eh jailer? It were me that stopped that carriage of murderers running off with Charlie, and me what gave the archer in the woods something else to think about so's the king could live long enough for you to find him. And I's only ten years yet! Don't go shovin' me in the dark like I ain't around, we's been in this together. So we's both telling this tale. It's a pretty good yarn, too.

A single week in the life of Peter Aziz finds him sold out by his team, captured by Islamic terrorists, shot at by camel herders in the Empty Quarter, nearly drowned in a Yemen river, almost blown to bits while rescuing a king, and shot out of the sky while wearing a pteranodon-styled flight suit. This world can be a surprising place. But when new friendships begin to form, for Peter Aziz life's surprises begin to switch to the good kind instead of the nightmares it's been for the past year.

Yaspur the Hard, Grand High Pumba of the Rocks, has overthrown the world. He rules behind a puppet king who usurped the throne twelve long years ago, murdering the entire royal family. Or did he? Astor Meagan, the last surviving knight, knows Yaspur is looking for something. Could it be a bigger secret than anyone has ever guessed? A chance to right the kingdom and restore a world is handed to Astor Meagan and his knife-wielding daughter. But never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined a dirty, peace-spouting, vegetarian farmer would become the pivotal point in the vast game of politics and intrigue happening on their planet's surface. Translated by Arthur A. Simpson. Here follows his original description of this volume: There are some stories that are hard to explain, especially when they are told by several people. It is difficult to condense Charlie Biggton's changes in life (from a small-time dreadlocked farmer, to a homeless wander, and then...well, and then to a place he never wanted) into just a few words. It is even harder to explain Corinth Meagan's experiences, watching the weak vegetarian farmer becoming a Christian leader. I suppose the only one that is fairly easy to explain is Astor Meagan's business in the matter. As a practical missionary soldier, his job is keeping Corinth and Charlie alive and their eyes focused on God's goals as they find themselves racing for their lives across the world. Not our world, you understand, but the planet somewhere off in our wide universe where these texts were written. How they fell into my hands is, of course, another story.

A peaceful holiday season never lasts when your job description is expert trouble-shooting spy. But at least Antarctica poses a pretty landscape for an approaching Christmas, and anywhere can be home if you have a heated house-plane, friends near, and Christ's joy in your heart. Until your heated plane is shot down in frigid water, and you find yourself stranded in an ice cave with one of your team members half dead and the group of killers who shot you down only a mile's easy march from you. But on the bright side, the short distance from well-supplied enemies is nice for raiding purposes. And there's nothing better on a cold night than a game of riddles, and this situation poses a doozy; what's the link between slaughtered penguins, famous pieces of art, a drilling site, arid outer space, a 1st century band of Christian brethren, and a group of mismatched American spies?