“What am I?” Nan was taking a bath when Charlie appeared in the doorway. “I know I am not a monster,” he said. “But I am also not a human bean. What am I?” “You're a thing made of soot,” she said, wiping soap from her eyes.
Ed’s bad mood begins as something really small, hardly a thing at all. But before long it grows, gathers pace, and spreads through the whole town. Can Ed sweep his troubles away?
Poetry. "Cy K. Jones' poems take on all the horror and joys of survival, caring to speak of them in the vernacular of rage and passion.
Auch die Architektur wird durch die genannten Einflussgrößen vor neue Herausforderungen gestellt. ... “iv Ein Beispiel: in der Kombination aus Luft und Beton, zweier zunächst extrem gegensätzlich wirkender Materialien ergeben sich ...
Her debut picture book for Egmont, The Night Box, has been translated into 10 languages and has been nominated for the 2018 Kate Greenaway Medal and shortlisted for the Klaus Flugge Prize, the Waterstones Children's Book Prize, the ...
... like we're squandering our most precious gifthaving a soul mate . If we let that slip away , nothing else will make sense . " Morgan gaped at him , a splinter of sunlight seeming to enter her heart . Oh , Goddess , 12 night's child.