Wolf Sherman: 42 books

Prologue A frazzled mother eagle had been circling the top of the Pledge mountains, and eventually detected a narrow ledge from where she could safely spy down at the peculiar bright yellow noisy thing. She knew that it was responsible for the crumbling of the awkward stone cradle she had in...

There is an abode where living and laughing and love, are stirred with dreams, where "was" and "is" and "will be", had, like a lemon - the bitter - squeezed out, and poured into such a place. Some people would just love to make a place such as that, home.

No one can say with absolute conviction, that there really isn't anything sinister, temporarily muted, and melted into the tall growing shadows around midnight... When there is 'no one' else around, but our dear ones and neighbours — who too, all have already drifted 'too' far down the deep current...

Synopsis Jormungand, was one of the three children of the god Loki and his wife, the giantess Angrboda. But that, was ancient history. And Myth. Totally unreal, unproven, Myth... Prologue Rubbing their arms and hands in turn, hoping to warm up, colourfully dressed, however awkwardly...

None but her; and her experiments, were witnesses to the repeated round-the-clock rinsing of her lily-white beach, caging-in multiple dense green island growth layers, obscuring both the paved helipad and subterranean laboratory. Her natural alarm system, could be property appreciated only via satellite....

Foreword Don't you just hate it when you're off somewhere, eyeing your watch as if to pause the moments, since you're already behind schedule? And then you get slowed down by someone - with all the time in the world, who seemingly has absolutely no regard for your time? Mortimer knows about...

"We are never really alone..." She had explained. "Not even when the black serpent-like constrictiveness of isolated abandonment clouds a human mind, or what may remain of it; with the guaranteed promise, of dying... alone..." Whether we've passed, staring down at our empty weary...

Baklava Foreword Allesandra, a Greek Intelligence member, has her hands full trying to track down the world's most wanted anarchist, who'd been wrecking utter havoc on a global scale, and who'd decided on a cat-and-mouse game with the top minds in the intelligence world. "The...

Regarding the series, "The World Is Broken, And The Blacksmith Is Dead", each of the collections consists of a number of short stories. My aim was to produce a story length of each; in varying sizes, where the reader could get comfortable and start and finish each one in a single sitting,...

Foreword "You get all sorts of people in a library, and the librarian gets it all…" - Terry Pratchett Synopsis From where Anne had pushed herself back deeper into her chair, she knew that they were capable, fit, and all were in high demand. She could have been a grandmother...

"It commenced with the peculiar sound of a long blade drawn from a sheath. It was unmistakable, it instilled a great measure of fear, and it's not easy to forget..." Covered in a coldness, he may have voiced it out loud, but in all likelihood he was wrestling with this as a thought - as...

Café, Eatery or Bistro... On the whole these brightly lit, welcoming signs serve as samples of sometimes age-old delectable processes kept secret, to keep hungry selective patrons going back for more. No two are alike in character and each one boasts to dominate either with the generosity of their...

Factsheet Many people have forgotten about him. David Beresford Pratt (1 October 1908 – 1 October 1961) was a South African businessman who shot South African Prime Minister Hendrik Verwoerd in 1960. Verwoerd survived, but was killed six years later by Dimitri Tsafendas. For some background,...

Prologue "This is no doubt NOT one of the places I would've chosen to spend my birthday. It's not exactly like I grew up in this part of the world, but then after so many years, it sure feels like it. Yet, here I am. All grown up and aged and cripple. Somewhat...," No one knew how...