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An elusive Seer. A rogue wolf-shifter. If they can't unite the divided kingdoms, their world will be lost forever. If you like mythical shifters, courageous heroes, and dark prophecies, then you'll love Sherry Leclerc's epic adventure.

SinopsisPublicar un texto como El espíritu de la civilización romana de Pietro de Francisci, insigne jurista especializado en derecho romano, es una operación de particular significado porque se funda exclusivamente sobre la dimensión espiritual de la irrupción epifánica de Roma en el mundo, en las vicisitudes humanas, como hierofanía heroico-guerrera de un milenario ciclo en el cual, el Mito y el Símbolo, haciéndose históricos, sacralizando el devenir histórico, para que Roma parezca ser el Cielo encarnado sobre la Tierra.A pesar de que el texto fue publicado originalmente en 1940, y posteriormente reeditado en 1952, su contenido no ha perdido un ápice de actualidad, en la medida que reivindica una hermenéutica fresca, revolucionaria y necesaria de la Romanidad, de su particular cosmovisión, al tiempo que plantea paralelismos y relaciones con tiempos sucesivos, comprendidos los actuales.Francisci nos presenta todo el Logos de la Romanidad en términos de vasta profundización científica, sobre el plano de la teoría jurídico-religiosa así como institucional y política, pero desde un enfoque revolucionario, como Visión del mundo, como una Kultur, en el sentido spengleriano del término, capaz de ver más allá, en el terreno de la metahistoria, captando la esencia misma de la Romanidad.Índice de contenidosPrefacio, de Giandomenico Casalino1. Breve Premisa2. El concepto de civilización3. La historia y el espíritu4. Acerca del método5. La civilización romana y sus características fundamentales6. La civilización romana y sus fundamentos7. La romanización de Italia8. La civilización imperial9. Romanidad y cosmopolitismo10.La crisis del Imperio y la continuidad de su civilización

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Father, may I write my autobiography? It's a collection of tiny stories from my life, piece by piece, encompassing my blessings, lessons, and victories achieved in life. It's about the involvement of family and good friends along the way. It's the intimate accounts of a personal lord and savior, Christ Jesus. It's the story of the greatest comeback since the resurrection of Christ from the grave, having overcome death. Similar to my comeback after having been marked for death, publically crushed, and humiliated. By way of witchcraft, voodoo, and a diabolical hex. I was in need of a miracle and received one right in the nick of time. It's a hero story of how a relationship with Christ in faith and trusting him enabled us to undo the elaborate plot of the devil. I was blessed with divine intercession from a loving Father who sat me down and explained to me my mistake and the unseen trap set in place. Our Father God was able to turn around the situation I was a part of, redirecting the enemy's intent to destroy me. He changed that mind to bless me, rewarding my righteousness and re-establishing a lost culture back into the existence of self-care, black excellence, nobility, and creativity, our black renaissance or rebirth. This book serves as a guide on how to win in life as done by Christ Jesus, following his example of obedience to God and service to your community.

Deon lay exhausted on his single sized bed looking up at the ceiling in his make shift room from a janitor's closet. The sweat and the smell of smoke diffuses though his pores. The horrors of the night rattle in his brain as the sound of firetrucks, police cars and ambulances, breaking glass, explosions, car alarms, gunfire, looting, screaming voices of protesters, the profane sounds of anguish and pain and death, echo through the night. How did this all come to be? How it is that people who would otherwise hug and high five one another after a homerun, a jump shot, or a touchdown could be at each other's throats? How could it be that this demonstrable hate for one another always persisted but hid itself, cloaked in a façade of superficial equality and civility as people appear to go along happily in their great American lives? Could this division be stoked by those who have invested interest, like so many media host and politicians and could it be that this divisiveness lay dormant in the soul of society like a bear in hibernation, but now is awaken and hungry, ready to devour whatever is edible to feed its bigotry and hate. Is it just one incident or a culmination or accumulation and scaffolding of injustices thatbrings forth such hate and derision? How did we get here thought Deon as he lay in retrospect while continuing to stare at the ceiling. How did I get here...?

Bennett Fox a débarqué dans ma vie par un lundi matin merdique.J'étais en retard pour le premier jour de mon nouveau boulot, un boulot pour lequel j'allais maintenant devoir me battre même si j'avais déjà travaillé huit ans pour le remporter, à cause d'une fusion inattendue.Alors que je trimballais mes affaires jusqu'à mon nouveau bureau, j'ai reçu un PV pour m'être mal garée. La policière verbalisait tout un alignement de voitures, à l'exception de l'Audi garée devant moi, exactement la même marque et le même modèle que la mienne.Agacée, j'ai décidé de refiler mon PV à la voiture qui avait échappé à l'amende. Avec un peu de chance, le propriétaire le paierait sans se douter de rien.L'ennui, c'est que j'ai accidentellement cassé l'essuie-glace en glissant le papier sur le pare-brise de la voiture.Sérieusement, ma journée commençait mal.Tout s'est arrangé quand j'ai rencontré un homme magnifique dans l'ascenseur. Nous avons partagé l'un de ces moments qui n'arrivent que dans les films.Vous voyez le genre... votre corps s'embrase, des feux d'artifice se déclenchent et l'air crépite autour de vous.Sous son regard brûlant, le temps que je sorte de l'ascenseur, j'étais toute rouge.Finalement, la journée n'était pas si mauvaise.C'était ce que je croyais.Jusqu'à ce que j'entre dans le bureau de mon nouveau patron et rencontre mon concurrent.Le beau spécimen de l'ascenseur était désormais mon ennemi juré. Son regard n'était pas brûlant en raison d'une attirance mutuelle. C'était parce qu'il m'avait vue vandaliser sa voiture. Et maintenant, il était impatient d'anéantir sa rivale.La limite est fine entre l'amour et la haine, et c'est un jeu dangereux.C'est une limite à (ne pas) franchir... pourtant, ce serait tellement agréable de jouer un peu.

A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.You see, I'd gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I'd grabbed the wrong suitcase.After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.Turned out, it wasn't just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.He got me to admit that I'd snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. Donovan wasn't just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.Did I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Definitely too good to be true.So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.My life was too complicated for such a great guy.In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often.But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I'd run into him?Then again, what were the chances I'd run into him a year later...when I'd just started dating his boss?

Dimpled smile of a boy Hard body of a man Sings like an angel Fucks like the devil I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place. At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over mine. Every girl's fantasy became my reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another man. The problem was--the two men--they shared a tour bus. Flynn Beckham was the opening act. Dylan Ryder was the headliner. What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright, it seems to dim everything else in its wake? I'll tell you what happens. Things get ugly.

The rules: No dating. No sex outside of the game. No disclosing the terms of the contract. Rules were made to be broken, right? Eight weeks ago I signed a contract. One that seemed like a good idea at the time. A handsome bachelor, luxury accommodations, and a chance to win a prize my family desperately needed. There were some rules though. Lots of them actually. Follow the script, no dating, sex, or disclosing the terms of the deal. After my self-imposed moratorium on men the last year, it wouldn't be hard to live up to my end of the bargain...so I thought. Until I realized the deal I'd made was with the devil...and I was in love with his dirty-talking brother.

The night I met Drew Jagger, he'd just broken into my new Park Avenue office. I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills. He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing. Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant. Only, turned out, he wasn't an intruder at all. Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He'd been on vacation while his posh space was renovated. Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn't really available for rent. I was swindled out of ten grand. The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he'd let me stay until I found a new place. I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn't help giving him a piece of my mind. I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do. The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages. The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing. And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.