Bøker av James Shannon Abney

About the BookPeople have reported sensing or seeing ghosts for as long as remembered and recorded in history. Ghosts are considered to be the spirits of the dead. The body is of this earth while the spirit is not. The body will return to dust, but the spirit will return to where it came from. The spirit waits for the time for this to happen. Sometimes they get restless or want to contact someone who isn't dead.

There are two types of serial killers, child and adult. The fantasy to kill can be conceived in the mind of a child. His first victim creates a circular mental process that urges him to execute more murders to satisfy his fantasy. The child plans every detail in his fantasy. He replaces reality in his life with what he has imagined. In a way, he is a creative artist.

This is a tale about a little mockingbird and his relationship with a not-so-common human-raised crow by the name of Poe. They lived in a quiet wooded suburban neighborhood with grass, bushes, and trees and lots of bird feeders and baths. Their story should have been one of being content and happy, but no. Their story was one of growing up and facing all the struggles of life and living together and learning how to help and be helped, accepting others-friends and strangers alike-and dealing with a murder of crows called the Black Bandits.

This is a tale of a man plagued by nightmares brought by guilt.Nightmares are different than bad dreams. Both can be very disturbing, but only a nightmare can wake you up.The word nightmare is derived from an old English term "e;mare,"e; which is a mythical demon who visits those who sleep alone and torment them with frightening dreams while they sleep.When you wake, the nightmare is over. Or is it?

This is a story of a day in the life of a little old man and his elves as told to a little boy by an elf during a by chance meeting. The elf told 26 tales in all, this is the first one. In the midst of an enchanted forest with mysterious waterfalls and gentle warm springs, stands the small cottage of a little old man and his wife. Warm vapors rise up and form clouds in this cold icy region that cloak the entire valley from the view above. Visiting the little old man this time of the year are industrious little elves that followed him from the Bavarian Alps long ago. It has been a long day of toy making and now at the day''s end, the aroma from the large pot of chocolate milk heating on the wood stove fills the cottage. As all the elves end their day''s work, the little old man is deep in thought as he sits on his workstool. He is one of the three Wise Men spoke of in the Bible, he delivered the first christmas gift to the christ child two thousand years ago. He is usually a jolly old soul, but this evening as the puffs of white smoke softly bellow out of the chimney, he worries about the poor children that will not be able to enjoy receiving the Christmas gifts he and the elves have labored to make. The little old woman walks to the edge of the kitchen, drying her hands on her apron. down the two steps from the kitchen, where she stands, the Great Room of papa''s workshop opens up before her. Her eyes twinkle as she observes the little old man quietly sitting on the tall stool. His short snowy white beard rest on his chest as his red cheeks glow from the heat of the nearby fire place. He has seen things that had changed him in such a way, that when he returned to the far east after seeing the Christ child that he gave away all his riches.