All Eckerly wanted to do that day was place a bet on a horse. He didn’t expect Darlene Johnson to show up with her chocolate box. And certainly didn’t expect the horror that followed. . . Book One of Orphan Paper’s The Detectives That Don’t Fit Series
Thirty poems in an illustrated collection by the American poet D. B. Tompsett, an exquisite gift of grounded free verse with its ear to the ground on the Idaho plain. Tompsett's verse cuts to the chase, is at once surreal and conversational, serving us a plate of the sublime at a roadside diner.
Hidden in the Mountains of East Tennessee, eleven-year-old Rodney goes about the business of being a boy during the summer of 1970. In the playground of his grandmother’s overgrown garden, he bears silent witness to the relentless cruelty of a teenage psychopath.
Rodney’s narrative of his family, flung between terror and innocence, is set in a small community carved from legacies of poverty, coal mining and religion
It's 1982. Rodney Pepper, a socially inept college drop-out, is thoroughly dissatisfied that his knowledge of life has been derived from television and misinterpretations of 20th-century literature. Fixated on the belief that suffering will lead to Wisdom, he decides that New Orleans is the perfect destination to immerse himself in despair and abject misery. Barely off the bus, Rodney is accosted by a man claiming to be his long-lost Uncle who thrusts upon him an unexpected and unwelcome pirate legacy. As he looks for work and moves between dilapidated downtown rooming houses, he is preyed upon by underworld agents and bears witness to archaic tortures. Mayhem and skullduggery, both imagined and real, follow him at every turn. Can he decipher a dead man's code and locate what lies hidden before he himself is buried?
J. Jupes and collage artist Coates Walker compile a dystopian vision of the struggle for identity and love in a ghostly world where traffic patterns are manually controlled by the Intersection Operators and job security has become a ruthless enterprise.
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