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Detailed to perfection

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ANew Treasury of Poetry

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Excellent guide for advocates

A Delightful Experience!

Sharpwriter Review by Ariana OvertonIn the process, the Detective who originally felt deep sympathy for the man's loss becomes obsessed with catching the killer, in spite of his own revulsion for the criminals of this world. As the Detective and the killer are both forced to face their inner selves, what transpires is a deep, insightful look into how modern society is changing in its attitudes toward crime, the justice system and themselves. Readers are, in turn, also forced to examine their values in this increasingly lawless and dangerous world.
I found NIGHTSHADE to be one of the best police stories I've ever read, and I've read many. For once, the criminals are dealt with in the same brutal, unfeeling way that they've been allowed to treat society without punishment, and society applauds.
To his credit, Mr. Lawrence deals fairly with both sides of the problem we all face as law abiding citizens; to shrug off our civilized veneer and really fight back or to let those who live outside the law ruin what we've worked so hard to create? The conclusions that are made about the issue are left to the reader.
NIGHTSHADE is well worth reading and I hope to see more by this author in the future.
Ariana Overton writing for Sharpwriter Reviews


A beautifully illustrated children¿s book!

The American Underground Railroad from the Promised Land

An evocative masterpiece of the far northThe Last Angakok (Angmagssalik, Greenland, 1984): Bedridden he is, this bundle of age, who once could fly merely by flexing his index fingers. Songless he is, this man of songs, who once could chant away avalanches and piterag winds with the great guttural of his voice. And full of sickness he is, this healer, who once could cure everything from rheumatism to possession by unfriendly spirits. Now there's no one left to cure him, and so his sleeping skins mark the compass points of his universe. Yet his eye, slitted half moons, remain bright: they still inhabit a numinous realm. Flying is easy, they say it's the not flying that's hard.