Bøger af Catherine Miller

Wife.Daughter.Warder. There was a shift in the mountain. Where once creatures would ascend to the peak for the winter, now they hunted. With venom and claw, warders fell. Others of her kind had settled. Wives, mothers, they flourished in their freedoms. While Gwynn struggled with the worry, the strain that came from lonely nights without news of her husband's wellbeing. A bargain. An entreaty. To train as a companion when the missions grew longer. To no longer be left behind. And if she should find some remnant of her kind, a hint of their history, then was that so very wrong? Of a people that were not merely slaves, but explorers. Whose ships traversed the stars themselves. She would be like them. Would see the world long denied to her, her husband by her side. Because the mountain was theirs.Wasn't it?-x-He tried to open his eyes to look at his hands. Failed. Didn't matter anyway, as there was yet more cloth covering his eyes. A waste. He was dead anyway. A corpse that still had the misfortune of drawing in breath. Of possessing a heart that still beat. He drew in a ragged breath. It should have hurt. But it must have been another potion. The one pulling him toward the dark. Promised rest and healing if he would succumb. There was no healing from this. No mending. Honeyed words from those who had never burned. He opened his mouth. A cry. A scream. Yet he made no sound. Couldn't. Not to tell. Not to warn. Of what had come to their mountain. What he'd seen. Before... Well. Before.

He hadn't been born. He was made. Made for obedience, made for violence, made to kill. His captors made it clear since his creation that he was not a man, though he might resemble one in appearance. He was a weapon carefully crafted to perform, to execute each assignment with the skill and efficiency expected of him. There was nothing particularly challenging about his latest mission. Nothing that should have given him pause. Except for a girl in a veil, with eyes that were a bit too silver, a bit too sharp, and a bit too knowing as she stared at him, his hand already ready to administer a lethal dose to an unsuspecting lordling. He was used to the shadows, to being observed without actually being seen. Except by her.

Extortion. Abduction. Murder. Themes not unknown within the pages of Gaston Leroux's original telling of The Phantom of the Opera. But what if the Ghost's eccentric haunting took place within the confines of the modern justice system? Christine Daaé is a waitress struggling to make ends meet when a call to jury duty comes as a most inconvenient summons. Though reluctant to participate as income is sparse and shifts at the restaurant hard to come by, she is intrigued by the defendant; a badly deformed man accused of blackmail and homicide. Interaction between defendant and juror is prohibited, but when Christine shares the smallest of smiles with the accused she begins a series of events that place her in the center of conspiracy and danger. As evidence is presented and witnesses brought forth, Christine is distracted by unsettling events outside of the courthouse, as well as a growing suspicion that there is more to the case than first meets the eye. Though the world seems to begrudge his very existence, she begins to feel pity for the accused who is only a man, after all. A man named Erik.

Blood. Death. Arrows and fire, the screams of far too many. A secret, kept well, buried beneath order and tradition. A way embraced by all. For the winged folk, the Journey is sacred, its coming as established as the tide. While some are bound to the sea cliffs as their ancestors had been, others venture inland to farm and expand in industry. Yet though their clans might differ in manner and appearance, when the sages call for their young men be given to train, all are willing to submit. Grimult held no illusions that he would be the one selected as Guardian. To protect their most precious treasure as it makes the trek through habitable lands, the forbidden wilds beyond, and finally, to the Wall itself. He might harbour secret hopes, dreams of the pride he might bring to his family and the accomplishment that might be gleaned for himself, but there were others stronger, more clever, that surely would prove superior. Until the day of ceremony begins, and a name is called, a figure in red beckoning him forward. For his life to become secondary. To put all aspirations aside but this. To leave behind the family he holds dear. To become the Lightkeep's Guardian.

Bonnie is but a little thing when she is forced to bear witness to the cruel separation of the prince's mother from her beloved son and his future kingdom. Too young and earnest to realise her error, she offers the prince comfort in the form of a listening ear and hugs the best in all the world. Of lowly birth and little means, Bonnie tends quietly to her scullery work in the kitchens to keep her own mother well and happy, enduring the cruel temper of Cook, yet never forsaking her friendship and growing affections for the lonely prince. Though the passing of years and the suffering of heavy trials do more and more to make evident the great chasm between their stations, Bonnie has too loving a heart to forget the prince entirely, and despite the impossibility of such an idea, cannot help but think of him as her very own. Under the watchful supervision of a malcontented king, Prince Cyrus struggles to maintain his royal birthright while still holding fast to the demands of his own conscience. The battles he faces become ever more egregious as his uncle casts an all too knowing eye upon the one he holds most dear, and proves he will stop at nothing to secure the kingdom for his own. When Bonnie's life is threatened, Cyrus must face a terrible quandary-what cost is too great to protect the one he loves?

Slow. Useless. Failure. Ness had always tried to do as the masters told her, tried to fulfil her expected purpose within the time allowed. She was a thrall and nothing more. Every pain was a lesson, every hurt was for her betterment. And someday, perhaps, she could earn honour enough to serve the Narada in a household. But when the masters tire of her repeated failures to produce the allotment required of her, she is chosen, not for the death she expects, but to serve as payment to a people she has never seen, whose ways are strange and utterly impossible for her to accept. Taken in by a man who claims that he is not her new master, she is troubled when he does not comprehend the defective nature of the thrall he has been given, and how unworthy she is to be in his service. And, perhaps even more concerning, his persistent belief that she is no slave at all. --- The fingers at her chin were gentle as they coaxed her face upward. His fingers were thick and blunt at the ends, lacking in sharp claws or other obvious natural weaponry. But there was strength there as well, and she did not doubt how much harm he could inflict if he so chose. He said nothing, only looked, and though it was difficult with him so close to her, she managed to keep from glancing up at his eyes directly. She would prefer not to be hit again by the master if she could at all help it. "Well?" the master asked, his voice tinged with impatience. "Do we have an accord?" "Olivar," this Bendan entreated again. "We cannot possibly bring her with us." "Yes," the man objected, rising to his feet. "We can. You may consider her a part of my share." He was going to take her? She would be... his? --- (Please note that this is the second in the Third Series. While reading them in order is suggested, each novel can stand alone.)

Dishonourable. Unwanted.Outsider.Such are the slurs cast upon Rykkon, however undeserved. As the only village healer, his people cannot cast him out entirely, but there is little comfort in such a life when he has long known that no mate from his clan would willingly join with him. It is a lonely fate, but one Rykkon has learned to accept. That is, until one tense exchange between his people and the humans brings him an offer he simply cannot ignore.The humans are not their slaves. Nor their property. Nor of any great concern. But neither are they free. It is by the provisions of the Arterians they scrape out a sorry existence in the Wastes, and by their goodwill alone that they continue to survive. Scavenging for hasart beetles under the two suns is the only life the desperate colonists have known since their ancestors first landed on the desolate planet. It was all they knew. It was all they hoped for.Until one day, a young female dares to ask for more.---"Wait." The entire group stilled, staring at him as he continued to regard the female. She glanced up sharply, her brow furrowed and her gaze cautious. As right it should be. "I will take you for a mate."

Dutiful. Diligent. Meek. Vilya knew well what was expected of a daughter of Yarrow. To keep her eyes lowered, her words soft, her hands committed in their work. And if it meant keeping their father appeased and her sister safe, then it was worth each swallowed word, each night spent in the too-low light fulfilling orders to fill her father's purse. She thought her course was steady. Simple. Until their once-sequestered city is opened to outsiders. Until an alliance is sought, with the promise of much needed goods and trade. And the only thing the Marzon ask in return... A bride to solidify the agreement. And when she learns of her father's intention to give her younger sister to these strangers... She knows she would risk anything to spare her. --- "And what is it you are suggesting?" he asked at last, his voice low and dangerous. "That I rescind my house from accepting the honour it is due?" Vilya did not blink. Did not hesitate. He had asked for her eyes and she gave them, open and earnest. She would lose her sister regardless. Would not be there to help shield her, to teach her what she would need to know to navigate their world. She was the elder of the two. And it was her privilege and her duty to do what she could to protect the younger, the more vulnerable. Her right to claim, regardless of what it might mean for her instead. She could not know what would happen to Linora. To herself. But there would be hope for better things. And that... That would have to be enough. "Give me instead."

She had not expected it to hurt so much. The door closing behind her felt so final, pushed by her own hands, blocking away the first person she had ever really loved. She needed to get moving. All of this was for nothing if she stayed against the Wall, weeping quietly, waiting for something to mend that she doubted would ever fully heal. She brushed at her eyes, pushing angrily at the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her, regardless of her actions. She had allowed herself to grow attached, and she must pay the consequence. She would not need a heart for long in any case, so it was just as well that it stay with Grim. --x-- The Journey had ended, but her task had not. Not yet. Her Guardian was gone. People needed her. Grimult needed her. Even if he did not know why. And she would not fail him. So she would carry on alone. --x--"You got a name?" the man posed, and her eyes flickered to him in surprise. She steeled herself, pulling on a mantle she had long since thrown aside. "No," she answered firmly. "I am the Lightkeep."

Gullible. Foolish. Weak. She had always done as she was told. She dug in the sands until her fingers bled so that her people could have something to barter. She packed up her sparse belongings without complaint when it was time to flee the Wastes, leaving behind the only home she'd ever known, and the site of the bittersweet memories she carried of her lost family. It was easier that way, to obey and not to question, knowing her own judgement to be faulty. But when her people learn that the exchange for living on alien land and securing their safety is the price of one of their unclaimed women, the limits of her compliance are tested, as she is given in marriage to a man she does not want from a species and clan she does not know. Only to discover that he feels precisely the same about their ill-begotten trade. --- She was a Marzon now. And she had no idea what that meant, other than giving up her clothes, her home, her people, all for a man who like to scowl and grunt and sigh. "By what name shall she be called?" Sladec asked, and she eyed him with confusion. She opened her mouth to answer, to finally inform them both that she most certainly had a name and it was important, no matter what Machrus had said, but the voice that gave answer was not her own. But came from her husband instead. "Renna. Now wife of Machrus of Krahl." --- (Please note that this is the second in the Deridia Series. While reading them in order is suggested, each novel can stand alone.)

He was alone. He had sent away his only allies, watched as they disappeared into the recesses of space, leaving him to finish what they had begun. To purge the galaxy of a great evil, that disguised itself behind a guise of help and the promise of fertility. The same Project that had made him into the twisted being he had become. There was work to do, a purpose that was his own for the first time in his existence. He had no one to answer to, no one to dictate the course of his actions. Until he met her. He had not intended on taking a companion, especially one that worked for the facility he so despises. But when she looked at him, when she asked for his help...Everyone else would be purged. And she...She would be the conscience he did not seem to possess.

Used. Despised. Unwanted. For the whole of her life, Linora had tried to do as she was told. Guided by her sisters, she had followed her father's direction, had worked tirelessly at the trade of his house as she bettered her skills in stitch-craft, had learned to mind her tongue and keep her thoughts to herself. And one by one her sisters were arranged into marriages. Leaving her entirely alone. Until an evening of cards and strong drink leads her father to a terrible offer-one that would see her shamed and censured by all. But there is a foreigner amongst her kind, strange in appearance and in manner. With a warmth in his eyes and a confidence that beguiles and unnerves her. And who offers an entirely different accord. --- "Another round after all?" The stranger shook his head, his hand going to his belt and the pouch of coins, near to bulging with his success of the evening. "The spoils are yours in their entirety," the strange male declared, squeezing his hand so the coins clinked together in their confines, reminding him of how many were included. She saw the brightening of her father's eyes, even as unease spread through her. She could not to conjure what might be coming, wondered what other debasement the strange man could possibly seek from her. That she would be available at his whim whenever he so chose? A whimper escaped from her unbidden, and she reached up and clapped a hand over her mouth to keep any other from escaping. It was enough to draw her father's attention at any case, and she could feel his glare at having drawn attention to herself without permission. "And in exchange?" her father asked, already taking a step forward to claim ownership of the pouch. The male eased it back toward his person. "Your daughter will come with me."

On one cold winter's eve, two broken souls meet through unfortunate circumstances. Tragically deformed and disillusioned toward the world of his fellow men, Erik must learn compassion for the young woman in his care. Christine must overcome the fear the streets of Paris have instilled within her upon the death of her guardian. Sometimes healing can only be found in the arms of another. -X- Her eyes welled once more and she shook her head slowly. "No. It is..." She sniffled loudly, putting aside her bowl and wrapping her arms around herself tightly. "There are cruel men who like to..." She seemingly could not give voice to what perversions the men of Paris were inclined to inflict on her. "I am well aware of just how cruel men can be." Her eyes rose to meet his, and for a brief moment he felt she could truly see him. Her eyes roamed over his mask, and for the first time he did not begrudge her for it. "What is your name?" He gave a slight smile though he knew she could not see it. "My name is Erik."

For years, Christine Daaé has lived a lonely and sheltered life, clinging to memories of happier days when her father lived, and her role at the opera house meant more than simply muddling through. The one token she has left of him she keeps securely on her finger, until a moment of carelessness leads her not to the cherished wedding ring, but to a terrifying murder beneath the stage. The killer is masked, his true identity unknown, and Christine is the only one to have witnessed his activities and lived to contact the authorities. Her testimony is crucial in the lawmen's efforts to track down this elusive killer known only as the Phantom, and when her life is threatened, witness protection remains as the only course that could preserve her for the prosecution. A life of danger and excitement never appealed to Christine, who feels more lost than ever when she's made to forsake her home and what few friendships she's ever formed to start a new life, far from all that was once familiar. But when a certain marshal appears at her door, she has no choice but to accept his help, his protection, and his provision, all while trying to make sense of the strange feelings he seems to instill within her. But danger is ever present, and she must unravel the mysteries not only of the murder she so unfortunately witnessed, but of the troubled past of the man she has come to consider her safe haven. The man she knows only as Erik, U.S. Marshal.

Mairi was perfectly happy living amongst the trees with her father and sisterlings, until the actions of an unknown Knight separates her from her kin and leaves her struggling to understand a man so different from any she has ever known. Garrick did not believe in nymphs. But an arrow gone awry and a simple touch binds him to a beautiful creature in a way he never thought possible. Having long abandoned the land of his birth, the newly mated pair must endeavor to adjust to their unwitting bond while also seeking the elusive sanctuary they both so desperately need: A home.

As I stare at the girl, I feel my heart pound inside my chest. There she is, my daughter, right in front of me after all this time. I have to reach her, to hold her, before I lose her all over again... I have experienced what no mother should: I have lost my child. Many years ago, after my divorce, my daughter moved in with her father, and then went missing... For years, I searched everywhere for my darling girl, but she had vanished without a trace. But even on my darkest days, when my heart felt truly broken, I kept a hope alive inside - a hope that my little girl would, one day, find her way back to me. And now, standing in front of me, so close I could touch her, is a young woman who looks just like my beloved Tilly. I've been reminded of her so many times over the years, but this is different. The curve of her face, the sound of her voice... But just as my heart leaps with unimaginable joy, she disappears into the crowd and I lose sight of her. I can't believe she has gone before I had the chance to reach her. As I desperately scan the faces around me, my heart pounding in my chest, I realise I am certain that she was my little girl, back after all these years. But why would she seek me out now, just to vanish all over again? And how can I find her? Because no matter how much time has passed, she will always be my little girl... And I will do whatever it takes to hold her in my arms once more. An absolutely unputdownable and gripping story about one mother's quest to find her little girl. Fans of Jojo Moyes, Jodi Picoult and Diane Chamberlain will be hooked on this emotional book until the very final page. Praise for Catherine Miller: 'Fantastic page-turner!!! An absolute must-read... Heartbreaking... I was completely absorbed from the first page... My heart was in my throat... ABSOLUTELY loved this.' Bookworm 86 ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿'I absolutely loved this!... I was hooked... read this in one sitting.' Nat's Bookish Corner ¿¿¿¿¿

'Fantastic page-turner!!! An absolute must read... Heartbreaking... I was completely absorbed from the first page... My heart was in my throat... ABSOLUTELY loved this.' Bookworm86 ¿¿¿¿¿ Twin sisters. One destiny. Until... 'There are some things, that once divided, can never be put back together.' Jodie and Harper are destined to be on the West End stage side by side. They've lived and worked on that dream all their lives but, in a split second, their world divides. Harper is left disabled after a black taxi ploughs into her and Jodie has to return to her stage career alone.After the accident, the doctors tell Harper she will live, but she'll be a wheelchair user. Jodie vows to never leave her side, but Harper knows that's not what she needs. Having never been apart, for the first time, Harper needs time and space to adjust to her new life, and she recognises her sister needs to do the same.Facing life without her best friend is harder than Harper thought and, as the time comes for them to reunite, she senses something is wrong. Her sister has disappeared. Harper has been so focussed on her recovery, she's forgotten the promise they made to each other: that they would stick together, no matter what.As she begins to search for Jodie, she has a horrible feeling in her chest... If something has happened to her twin sister, can she find her way back to her before it's too late?A heartbreaking and gripping emotional read, perfect for fans of unputdownable family dramas, and for those who love reading Jodi Picoult, Liane Moriarty and Diane Chamberlain. Praise for A Life Lived Beautifully: 'I have been through an emotional wringer... a tearjerker.' Goodreads reviewer ¿¿¿¿¿ 'I LOVED it. An unputdownable addictive emotional rollercoaster.' Bookworm86 ¿¿¿¿¿ 'I absolutely loved this!... I was hooked... read this in one sitting.' Nat's Bookish Corner ¿¿¿¿¿ 'Heartbreaking and unforgettable.' Goodreads reviewer'I couldn't put it down!' Goodreads reviewer'OMG. I cried... This book will rip you apart, but make you smile.' Opened Book¿¿

This book is to reinforce the vowels sounds in a fun way taught by the teacherWhen a short word ends in a constant, the vowel sound is often shor: hot, hit, sitWhen a short word ends with an e, The first vowel is long and the e is silent: cake, bite, bake.

A Norman Rockwell painting it wasn't. But we wanted it to be. No one called it autism, much less Asperger's back in the sixties when we were growing up. They called it weird, odd, different. We were a tight knit family in our little town, where my parents were teachers at the local school. At times it seemed a childhood filled with conflict about my older brother John. He was quiet and sweet. Yet, at times he would also make strange noises, shake his hands and fingers, while being completely consumed in his own thoughts. My confusion grew in trying to make sense of his differences, the over protectiveness of my parents, the teasing and bullying of him at school. Loved him, sometimes hated him, and really didn't want to be like him. Felt guilty about all of it. The years following school rolled on, until both family and personal crisis brought me back home. I quickly became aware that there was a significant distance between John and me. This is where our real journey began. Step by step, as I tried working my way back into his life, my perception of him began to change. Yet, I couldn't have imagined that he would one day become my hero and a teacher I could only hope to emulate.

Parlers jeunes, ici et là-bas est un ouvrage collectif de sociolinguistique urbaine qui intéressera ceux qui veulent appréhender les "parlers" dits "jeunes", leurs points communs et leurs spécificités selon les endroits avec des études de cas en France, en Europe (Pays - Bas et Sebta en Espagne) au Maghreb et en Afrique. L'intérêt de ce livre est d'investir d'autres terrains, francophones ou non et de permettre ainsi de questionner les catégories descriptives en ¿uvre dans le champ de la recherche, ainsi que la fonction dynamisante de la culture urbaine sur les pratiques langagières.

Introducing 'The Crash' by Catherine Miller, a gripping narrative that is bound to captivate your senses. Published recently on March 30, 2022, this book has already started creating ripples in the literary world. The genre of the book is a closely guarded secret, adding to the allure and mystery. Catherine Miller, known for her compelling storytelling, has outdone herself with this novel. The readers are in for a treat as the narrative unfolds. The book is published by Bookouture, a publishing house renowned for its selection of high-quality literature. 'The Crash' is a must-read for all book lovers. Dive into the world created by Catherine Miller and let the story engulf you. Note: The book is available in English.

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';An absolute must-read I was completely absorbed from the first page until late at night when I could only put it down because I'd finished it will stay with me for a long time I ABSOLUTELY loved this book addictive.' Bookworm86, She hasn't left her house in five years. Can love unlock the door? It's been 1,825 days since Fiona Dexter last set foot outside 14 Wellington Drive. Five years ago, something happened that changed Fiona forever. Now she is too afraid to walk beyond her front gate. It's not the life Fiona had dreamed of but she has made it work, finding happiness in the safe routine of her days. On Mondays she treats herself to a glass of Chardonnay. On Tuesdays she has a working lunch at her desk (usually peanut butter on toast). On Wednesdays and Thursdays, she alternates spinning classes in her shed with yoga in the garden. Saturdays are for tidying up and Sundays are for relaxing in her favourite armchair. But today is different. Today, her perfectly planned Monday is suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door and a stranger on the other side. Someone who could change everything. Now Fiona is faced with an impossible choice. Is she brave enough to open the door? And if she does, will it set her free from her past or close her off from the world forever? The perfect hopeful and heart-warming read we all need! It reminds us that life continues no matter where we are, and that living is all about finding someone to share the journey with. Fans of Jojo Moyes, Jodi Picoult and Diane Chamberlain will love this emotional and uplifting story. Readers absolutely love The Girl Who Couldn't Leave: ';Brought tears to my eyes I was hooked into the story right from the beginning captivating and wonderfully written I would definitely recommend!' Stardust Book Reviews, ';AMAZING! I adored this read will break your heart in a million pieces! This was beautiful, heartbreaking, the writing will blow you away!' @oh.happy.reading ';Absolutely brilliant. I stayed up way past my bedtime to read it, it was that good I really enjoyed this, it was emotional at times but also quite light and funny.' Goodreads reviewer, ';An emotional rollercoaster ride readers won't easily forget sensitively written and beautifully-told page-turner will have readers reaching for their tissues sobbing their hearts out.' Bookish Jotting ';Will totally capture your heart and leave a lasting impression I just loved this book from the first page to the last. It's a story that will bring a smile to your face just wonderful

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Celebrating the 70th anniversary of the beloved radio show, Ambridge at War takes readers back to before it all began . . .