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“Discharging cargo in the ports along the coast of South Africa went faster than loading it, but from Durban up to Dar es Salaam, hoping to save a little time not to mention port costs, we frequently did both at the same time, in these quaint little harbors along the coast,
By now some of these ports had become old hat to me and so I volunteered to stay aboard. This way I could make some overtime pay by covering for some of the other mates, who wanted to go ashore.
When we finally got to Dar es Salaam and I was informed that we would be there for a few days, I took advantage of the situation and finally went ashore. One of my favorite places in this British owned, colonial town was the “New Africa Hotel.“ It had an open air courtyard in the middle of the building, with wild monkeys swinging through the trees making loud blood curdling noises. Although the rooms were not air-conditioned, they were open to a constant breeze coming in off the Indian Ocean.
In the 1950’s, all of the beds had mosquito netting to keep the pesky winged vampires out and to prevent getting malaria; which most of us got anyway.”
Africa
Mma Captain Hank Bracker
Sea Stories
Sexy Humor
Dar Es Salaam
Mosquitoes
The Spiritual Truth,: A Guide Into All Truth.
“Almost finished my second guide book into all Truth, revealing my DNA and the amazing writings and revelations of Enoch, the earthly man who walked with God Most High, before eventually being raised from this Earth Plane alive.”
Holy Spirit
Heavenly Father
Spiritual Truth
Heavenly Mother
Ancient Wisdom
Forbidden History
Forbidden Truth
Ruach Ha Kodesh
Ruh Al Qudus
Kill Game
“Vigilantism appealed to the darker side of human nature, the thirst for primal justice that knew no constraints. This killer was banking on that, maybe even expecting law enforcement to be less diligent in their search because of it.
Not on Levi’s watch.”
Justice
Murder
Law
Vigilantism
“Stop taking long drives and long motorcycle rides every now and then, just to have fun - you may think, you are not doing anything wrong, but in reality, the green-house gas emitted from your craving for fun is costing our planet its climatic health, which in turn will cost our children their health. So, if you are a being of conscience and character, avoid unnecessary use of cars and motorcycles, and ride a bike instead, it'll not only keep you from harming our climate and our children, but also, it'll keep you fit and healthy.”
Healthy Habits
Healthy Living
Pollution
Climate Change
Global Warming
Brainy Quotes
Climate Action
Climate Change Quotes
Global Warming Quotes
“the goddess knew that her daughter
had been taken, and tore her hair into utter disorder,
and repeatedly struck her breasts with the palms of both hands.
With her daughter’s location a mystery still, she reproaches
the whole earth as ungrateful, unworthy her gift of grain crops,
and Sicily more than the others, where she has discovered
the proof of her loss; and so it was here that her fierce hand
shattered the earth-turning plows, here that the farmers and cattle
perished alike, and here that she bade the plowed fields
default on their trust by blighting the seeds in their keeping.
Sicilian fertility, which had been everywhere famous,
was given the lie when the crops died as they sprouted,
now ruined by too much heat, and now by too heavy a rainfall;
stars and winds harmed them, and the greedy birds devoured
the seed as it was sown; the harvest of wheat was defeated
by thorns and darnels and unappeasable grasses.”
Grief
Curse
Famine
Infertility
Ceres
Crop Failure
Fire & Blood
“The Valyrians were more than dragonlords. They practiced blood magic and other dark arts as well, delving deep into the earth for secrets best left buried and twisting the flesh of beasts and men to fashion monstrous and unnatural chimeras. For there sins the gods in their wroth struck them down.
Valyria is accursed, all men agree, and even the boldest sailor steers well clear of its smoking bones... but we would be mistaken to believe that nothing lives there now.”
Accursed
Valyria
99 Baking and Decorating Tips: Helpful hints for you to try.
“Enjoy and happy baking!”
Advice
Tips
Baking
Cake Decorating
Playing for Keeps
“A suit is my work uniform, Sadie, nothing more. It’s business, and also about professionalism and maturity, and to a lesser degree, image. I’m not going to wear a T-shirt and jeans into a business meeting with NASA, for example. Not when we’re going to sit down and discuss future projects that could add up to billions of dollars. I’m not hiding behind my clothes, but I’m not being inauthentic either.”
Professionalism
Uniform
Inauthentic
Caleb Parker
Sadie Lane
“Curious, sad, happy, mad... They're all pieces of me and all pieces of you. They're all part of being human. It's alright to feel up and feel down... Emotions are our pieces... accepting and processing them is our glue.”
Life Quotes And Sayings
Emotions Quotes
Glue Quotes
The Burrow
“If you were to articulate it, who would be able to resist you? The great chorus of caninity would chime in with you, as if it had just been waiting for this moment.”
Chorus
Caninity
“The hole in my chest is cavernous. It should be impossible for the human body to contain this much emptiness. The echoes created within ripple out between past and present, creating confusion between the then and the now. I survive with one foot nailed in the past.”
Cptsd
Vss
The Best People: A Tale of Trials and Errors
“She asked him to meet her at Elegante. He agreed, but he felt somehow wronged. Exiting the garage, he realized what bothered him. For the first time, he felt going to Elegante was a consolation prize. Why hadn't Mrs. Cook invited him to her country club?”
Winning
Consolation Prize
Prizes
The Whole World Over
“Darling,’ when Charlie said it, felt like a whirlpool of rapture. Whenever Greenie answered the phone, he would say just that word, and Greenie would say ‘You,’ which was her way of expressing that he was now the world to her, that he was the one for whom she was always waiting, that he was the high cliff on which she was happy to stand and from which she had come to realize she might, at any moment, jump. Jump with open eyes and outspread arms.”
Joy Of Loving
Darkest Night
“Tree: My name is Tree. I didn't mean to tease. I didn't realize it would upset you.
Violetpaw: My name is Violetpaw.
Tree: That's a pretty name.
Violetpaw: Don't start flirting again!
Tree: I'm not. It's just a pretty name. Most cats I meet are named Rocky or Snake or something dumb like that. My name's Tree.”
Romance
Humor
Tree
Names
Violetpaw
“Chapter One: The Dawn and the Dread
Heartbeat, heartbeat comes from Valhallan way,
To meet down in judgment, to ply its trade.
Two →swords← to join in worthy cross,
Actions to be rendered, one to be lost.
She did come now from ’yond northern slope,
A day of reckoning did she again once hope.
A devout meeting was her qwesterly bane,
To stay her hand was to go insane.
St. Kari of the Blade to meet her past,
A wicked enemy, peerless of match.
Rode Kari she her charger on down,
Past the Dead Land where Gaul sat crowned.
A killing job, yea, she desired to lastly kill,
To set things right so her heart might lie still.
Upon the mist and roaring plain,
She entered in, a soul uncontained.
A fierce wind in deed, and forever freed,
Enemies she annihilhates (’tis hur’ creed).
Her own advanced guard of a sort,
Multitudes to follow in her report.
Know this Valkyrie from on cold,
An ancient maiden soft and bold.
A warrior spirit from Ages past,
A fragmented mind like broken glass.
Solid in stature this eternal framed being,
Yet crippled within from internaled bleedings.
A sword saint so refined in the poetic art,
A noble character yet with a banshee’s heart.
Rhythmed horse now to the beats,
Kari emboldened amid the sleet.
Beyond the mountain she does come,
Unto southern fields wherein rules hot sun.
Far from that murderous Deadlands ground,
The land up swells; the dead still abound.
Traverses she those bygones of leprous civilizations
Those cities crumbled by the exhalted of oblivions.
Stark traces etched now bare in the land,
That are no more again, save dust in the hand.
A cool stream now in desert sans
(Does more good when one is damned).
Stopped she her mount to admire the flow,
A lovely stream with skeletons packed below.
Blue air whisps; dragon flied motion.
Flintsteel striking!!! Sparked of commotion.
Cold water chortles rushtish with tint,
Told of past carnage, it whetted her glint.
Fallen warriors, they are no more,
Swirls and eddies mark their discord.
Gurgled shouts slung and gathered,
Faces glazed while steel lathered.
Refreshing though it was to her mouth,
She smelled an air; she flared about.
Came up that ridge of loud, sanded hill,
Below a man and his half-score of kills.
Kari’s eyes waxed in smug contempt,
Possibilities ran deep with no repent . . .
On Kari, Valkyrie, Cold Steel Eternity Vol. II”
Spirituality
Fantasy
Heroine
Drama
Ghosts
Epic Poetry
Valkyries
“The Cutting Edges of all Eternities combined were not as sharp as those of the Blade-Saint Valkyrie’s, who loved much and who pierced deep, far beyond infinity’s meager grasp for those whom she loved.
On Valkyrie Kari, Cold Steel Eternity, Vol. II (Valley of the Damned)”
Love
Inspirational
Spiritual
Ghosts
Martial Arts
Heaven And Hell
Epic Poetry
Valkyries
“One way of gauging a nation’s health, or of discerning what it really considers to be its interests—or to what extent it can be considered as a nation as distinguished from a coalition of special interests—is to examine those people it elects to represent or protect it.”
Angela Davis Letter
Fireflies
“She is a rose filled guitar sitting by the ocean. Both a cat’s ‘purr’ along with the ‘hiss’. And lastly, a love poem carved into an old birch tree.”
Love
Poem
Rose
Beach
Ocean
Cat
Guitar
Love Poem
Birch Tree
Dissolution
“She cast about for her next adversary. She didn't seem to have one. The fight was over, and the few surviving hobgoblins were running away.
"Form up!" she shouted. "I want a column with the traders in the middle. Fast!"
Once the procession was under way, Aunrae, striding along at Greyanna's side, asked, "May I know where we're going? An ally's castle?"
"No," Greyanna replied. "I suspect we couldn't get in. We're going to hide our charges in Bauthwaf."
The column crept past corpses and burning stone, and as they made their way to the cavern wall, other commoners came running out of their homes to join the procession. Greyanna's first impulse was to turn away those without ties to House Mizzrym, but she thought better of it. Many of the newcomers carried swords, and she could press the dolts into martial service if needed.
Occasionally someone collapsed, coughing feebly, poisoned by the stinging smoke. The rest stepped over her and pressed on.
Someone gave a thin, high cry, as if at an unexpected pain. Greyanna spun around. The goblins weren't attacking. Her client the canoe maker had simply seized his opportunity to knife another male in the back.
"A competitor," the craftsman explained.”
Magic
Betrayal
Fantasy
Forgotten Realms
Dark Elf
Drow
Spider Queen
Crazy Rich Cajuns
“If it was an emergency, you would have hung up and called back. Over and over again. Leaving progressively more and more threatening messages about what you were going to do to me when you did finally get a hold of me,” he told her, signing off on the bottom of the letter he’d just finished and moving it to the side.
“I would never do that,” she said.
“No?” When she did finally send him reports it was always in folders that were named things like I’m Not Your Fucking Secretary and If You Ask Me to Get You Coffee It Will Definitely Have Turtle Shit In It.
“If I really needed your attention, I’d start texting. Photos. Naked photos.”
His entire body reacted to that. He cleared his throat. “I would definitely—.”
“Of my grandfather.”
Bennett paused. Then groaned. He knew her grandfather. Leo Landry was a great guy. Funny, down-to-earth, honest, loyal. And someone that Bennett absolutely did not ever want to see naked. Ever.
“You’re an evil woman.”
“Remember that.”
Romance
Contemporary
Louisiana
Bayou
Truly Madly Guilty
“He was comfortable in any social situation: garden party or cage fighting contest, it was all the same to Vid, it was all interesting.”
Being Comfortable
The Five: The Lives of Jack the Ripper's Women
“My intention in writing this book is not to hunt and name the killer. I wish instead to retrace the footsteps of five women, to consider their experiences within the context of their era, and to follow their paths through both the gloom and the light. They were worth more to us than the empty human shells we have taken them for: they were children who cried for their mothers; they were young women who fell in love; they endured childbirth and the deaths of parents; they laughed and celebrated Christmas. They argued with their siblings, they wept, they dreamed, they hurt, they enjoyed small triumphs. The courses their lives took mirrored that of so many other women of the Victorian age, and yet so singular in the way they ended. It is for them that I write this book. I do so in the hope that we may now hear their stories clearly and give back to them that which was so brutally taken away with their lives: their dignity.”
Truecrime
Anniechapman
Catherineeddowes
Elizabethstride
Jacktheripper
Jacktherippervictims
Maryannnichols
Maryjanekelly
Bunny
“Disorientation can be a very interesting space to occupy as a writer, Samantha. You should try it as an exercise over the holidays. It could be quite illuminating for you, I think.”
Drivel
Mfa Programs
Foolish Hearts
“His eyes light up upon seeing the cookies. “Did you make them?”
“My sister did. They’re just the break-and-bake kind.”
“Those are my favorite.”
“No they’re not,” Victoria says.
“Hey, how about you head upstairs and start getting ready for bed?”
“It’s seven o’clock.”
“How about you head upstairs and just … stay there?”
They look at each other for a long moment and seem to be having some kind of nonverbal sibling communication. Finally Victoria sighs and steps away from the door.
“I get half of those cookies.”
Siblings
Cookies
Foolish Hearts
Biscuits
Post Mortem
“Things had been going well, that was what she remembered.
It had been the last night duty of the set, and the team were anticipating the four rest days that were finally coming their way. Everyone shared the growing night-duty appetite for carbohydrates and sugar. Arif had made toast. Lizzie spread melting butter on hers and poured honey over the top. Hadley handed her a mug of milky coffee and squeezed his bulk into one of the small chairs. He pushed one of the other chairs away with his feet and, leaning back, affected a Yardie style. 'Hey. Wagwan?'
She laughed. "Yeah, all right.”
Hot Beverages In Crime Fiction
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