Fiction Books

PTN is a struggling television network in Manila. To help turn its fortunes around, it hires U.S. expat Alfredo Trentinara. Fredo is a talented producer. But in this new psychological thriller from Tag Cavello, he soon comes to find that not all is as it seems.The darkness begins with romance...

Norma is a short novel, a fiction, a story inspired by the systems of society that impose the way of living therein. Two stories are intertwined in Norma. The first one is the earthly - the events take place here, while the other one has its actions and events taking place on the distant planet...

""Muley" Bowles is in trouble — nothing stands between him and the fair Susie Abernathy but an empty pocketbook. But what matters a million or so to such good friends as Telescope and Hen Peck?"

Exciting outdoor tale wrtiten for younger ladies.

Legends for Lionel: in Pen and Pencil by Walter Crane

Margaret Oliphant Wilson Oliphant (née Margaret Oliphant Wilson) (4 April 1828 – 25 June 1897), was a Scottish novelist and historical writer, who usually wrote as Mrs. Oliphant. Her fictional works encompass "domestic realism, the historical novel and tales of the supernatural".The story...

In presenting to the public these stories based on the folk-lore of the Gold Coast peoples, it seems necessary to say something in general terms of the economic and social development of the colony in so far as that development is affecting the ‘lore’ of the folk. Not until the civilization...

“Well, now that everything is going all right at the camp here, I suppose we might as well say goodbye to our friends and get ready for the return to the West Branch and resume our duties on the forest fire patrol,” remarked Garfield Boone to his chums as they sat in the crude office of the...

Knockaloe is a large farm on the west of the Isle of Man, a little to the south of the fishing town of Peel. From the farmstead I can see the harbour and the breakwater, with the fishing boats moored within and the broad curve of the sea outside. There is a ridge of hills that separates the farm...

Twilight on the broad ocean! Smooth, wild waste of blue-gray waters stretchin’ out as fur as the eye could reach on every side. In the east a silvery moon hangin’ low and a shinin’ path leadin’ up to it. In the west Mars a-dazzlin’ bright over a pale pink sky, with streaks of yeller and...