Bøger af Mike McGuire

It's rural Tennessee law enforcement vs the supernatural in this modern thriller. The combination of putting ordinary people into extraordinary circumstances is alive and well is this rich yet graph novel.Pall County, Tennessee, has been in an economic and social slump for decades. Drug abuse, unemployment and violent crime are on a slow but steady rise. The population has plateaued and anyone with sufficient means or intelligence has pulled up stakes. While on the surface this seems like a simple case of a bad economy and poor local politics, there is something much deeper and sinister afoot.Sergeant Jim Hawk of the Pall County Sheriff's Department works nights to keep citizens safe, while the job is slowing eating away at his own sense of morality. He's not doing too bad though. He has a girlfriend, a steady job and deputies under him that see him as a big brother. His home is paid for and, at least compared to most other folks, he's living high on the proverbial hog.Events come to pass quickly that force Jim to question what could be coincidence and what could be...something else. The town experiences their worst fire since the 1950's, a man is murdered by his brother and another man is murdered during a jail riot all in the same hot summer night. Each event gives Jim notions that these horrific events could be connected.Jim's alpha male idealism fails him as he holds one of his deputies as they die in his arms after being stabbed. At the height of his grief, that he attempts to patch with alcohol, he sees his world crumbling around him. Jim is approached by friends and strangers. This seemingly unconnected group proves to Jim that an outside force, an invading presence, is at work in his community. Will Jim master his fear and come to terms with his faith, or will this quickening cycle of violence continue and eventually spread? Our story also begs a question. Where is God in all of this?

Why Americans Didn't Want Women to Vote

One evening in 1980, a friend and I were chatting on a sofa. She turned to me and said, "Someone told me something about you that I have difficulty believing." "Oh?" I responded."What's that?" "She said you used to be a recluse," my friend related. "I find it hard to believe you were ever a recluse." I said, briefly, I was housebound with agoraphobia for several years, but things are fine now. I had, indeed, come a long way from being the teen-aged boy who was confined to a small corner of his bedroom, sitting on the floor, afraid to move. People who had helped me overcome agoraphobia had urged me to write a book about my struggle with agoraphobia. I was, they said, considered to have been one of the worst cases and had not been expected to recover, but there I was. The book could have been of some value. At the time, there was still relatively little being written about agoraphobia, and my book would, at least, have shown other sufferers they were not alone, and that there is hope. I passed on the idea, though, because I enjoyed my newly found freedom from fear. I was interested in continuing to move forward and not to spend a lot of time looking back. Now, some decades later, I am writing a small volume about it. I have no explanation as to why I have decided to write it, other than I awakened from an afternoon nap and decided it would be a good idea. In surfing the World Wide Web, I see many people with agoraphobia who feel alone, and this book is largely for them. The pages I devote in this book to my own story are relatively brief, however, and are designed to show agoraphobics that I understand, that they are not alone, and there is hope. The book is not a comprehensive study of agoraphobia. It is an introduction to the topic, with my ideas on how your condition can improve; with some insight on what may get in the way of recovery. Near the end of the volume, I list a number of sources I consider trustworthy for more information and help.