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Don't get me wrong, waking up to discover my ex-husband finally killed me wasn't fun. Finding out I had to get a job and pay Afterlife taxes about 10 minutes later? Let's just say, this wasn't exactly the eternal reward I was hoping for. But beggars can't be choosers, and being a demon sure as hell beats my last occupation. I’m well on my way to retirement behind the pearly gates when the impossible happens. The Risk Witches have a vision.

When the Harps Went Still, by Aurelio Porfiri, Athanasius Schneider, and Guido Milanese, is a compelling exploration of the crisis facing Catholic sacred music today. This deeply insightful audiobook uncovers the hidden tragedy of how sacred music, once the cornerstone of Catholic worship, has been diminished in modern liturgical practice.

My husband killed me. Instead of spending my immortal afterlife pissed off and angry, I moved on. I became someone. Sure, that someone was a demon with the highest track record of reform, a.k.a. punishment, in Hell. But who’s bragging? Everything was going fine...until the Risk Witches saw a terrible vision. Three men. Each scarred in their own way, born with powers that haven’t been seen in eons. Upper management sent the best to correct their path. Angels. Poltergeists. Nothing worked. These men were too stubborn. Too bad. Too untamed...so they sent me.

Beim Besuch meiner Großmutter treffe ich überraschend auf Kieran Wolf. Der reiche Immobilienunternehmer will ihr Land kaufen, aber sein attraktives Lächeln kann er sich sonst wohin schieben! Natürlich geige ich ihm die Meinung. Denn es geht nicht an, dass Granny mit Anrufen und Schreiben von seiner Firma belästigt wird. Ihr süßes Blockhaus, das sich in den Vororten Bostons im Wald befindet, war immer ein Zufluchtsort für mich. Wenn ich mir die Kapuze meines roten Wintermantels abstreife und eintrete, liegt der Geruch nach Weihnachtsplätzchen ... nach Geborgenheit in der Luft.

"Il serait salutaire que vous vous concentriez quotidiennement sur les énergies de l'un des sept rayons majeurs qui inondent la planète en provenance du Créateur. L'ensemble de leurs énergies déferle sur la Terre comme jamais auparavant, mais chaque jour, l'un des rayons prédomine. Travailler avec les sept rayons vous aidera à équilibrer vos sept chakras majeurs et apportera l'harmonie et le bien-être dans vos vies actuelles". Adama

I think I hate my husband, but I’m trying very hard not to. He leaves me for hours, days on end. His friends don’t know I exist, and even after three years of marriage, we’ve still never been intimate… Does he keep me close just so he can hurt me? So he can show me he owns me like my father used to? When I take him to therapy I expect it to help, even if I forced him into it, but that’s the true beginning of our end. My therapist makes me feel things my husband never has, watches me, thinks about me, worries for me, his blue eyes following wherever I go.

Le concept de "charge mentale" a surgi dans nos vies avec la force d'une évidence jusque-là dissimulée. Il semble caractériser mieux qu'à toute autre époque les femmes d'aujourd'hui, obligées de penser à tout, même à demander de l'aide... Organisation de la vie domestique, de la vie au travail, gestion des repas, des courses, des vacances, des réunions, des plannings, accélération et compression du temps... Qu'on soit célibataire, en couple, femme ou homme au foyer, divorcé... chacun peut être, un jour, concerné par une surcharge.

La función de la palabra por Marco Aurelio Denegri.

My captor, my enemy, and my fated mate. I’m the best bounty hunter in the business. I find lost artifacts that people would kill to possess. I’m also broke. When a notorious leprechaun offers me a job I can’t refuse, I realize too late I’m not hunting an object. The contract was simple; steal the prince, escape unseen. Spoiler alert: I failed. Horribly. The moment I step into the fae kingdom beyond the veil, I feel it—someone watching me. Waiting for me.

Everyone wants to be different until they are. Take it from a true Heinz 57, being special isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially when it sets off a series of events that will end the world. You know, the catastrophe I was sent to prevent in the first place.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

My dreams of retirement crashed and burned when the rogue shifter bit me. Not only have I changed into something neither world has ever seen before, but my mission just became even more impossible. To find the answers about what I am, I enlist the help of an infamous ex-poltergeist, a shifter freak, and my least favorite pigeon. What a team we make. Oh, and did I forget to mention that my mate’s bloodthirsty daughter is awake and hunting my ass now? Because that’s a thing, too. Why? I have no idea, but we have every intention of finding out.

As an outcast witch without a coven, I exist on the fringes of supernatural society. You don't know me unless I want you to, because that's how people like me stay alive. But I messed up—and subsequently caught the attention of three incredibly dangerous supernatural men.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life with my childhood bully for a mate. I may be a cursed shifter, incapable of shifting—but I wasn't desperate. Not till the Alpha Supreme cast me out of the House of Fire and Fluorite for rejecting his son. Now I'm packless. Homeless. No longer under the protection of a House. Until the dark vampire king of Blood and Beryl turns his sights on me. In return for protection from my former House, I have to become his fake mate. I'll be a queen and a fraud. It's a treacherous lie to live—and I find myself forgetting what's real and what's not.

In what is one of the most impressive and authoritative books on the Catholic Mass, Bishop Schneider reestablishes what Catholics have known for centuries but have forgotten today: that the Mass is the highest form of Christian prayer. You'll come to understand why the rubrics are vital to preserving the authenticity of the liturgy, and you'll learn why architecture, music, sacred art, and even incense are vital symbols that direct our attention to Heaven.

A lo largo de la historia, algunos libros han cambiado el mundo. Han transformado la manera en que nos vemos a nosotros mismos y a los demás. Han inspirado el debate, la discordia, la guerra y la revolución. Han iluminado, indignado, provocado y consolado. Han enriquecido vidas, y también las han destruido.

Joséphine Olinsky, avocate sûre d'elle et sans scrupules, déteste Noël et tout ce qui s'y rapporte. Surtout ce concentré de sentiments mielleux et dégoulinants de niaiserie. La seule chose qu'Aaron Starck, auteur à succès et séducteur, déteste encore plus que Noël, c'est cette garce d'avocate qui a réussi à lui extorquer la moitié de sa fortune lors de son divorce. Pourtant, ces deux-là vont devoir passer les fêtes de fin d'année ensemble suite à un (mal)heureux coup du hasard.

Veinticinco años después de Sobre la fotografía, Susan Sontag regresó al estudio de la representación visual de la guerra y la violencia. ¿Cómo nos afecta el espectáculo del sufrimiento ajeno? ¿Nos hemos acostumbrado a la crueldad? Para ello, la autora examina la serie de Goya Los desastres de la guerra, las fotografías de la guerra civil estadounidense y de los campos de concentración nazis, y las horribles imágenes contemporáneas de Bosnia, Sierra Leona, Ruanda, Israel y Palestina, así como de la ciudad de Nueva York el 11 de septiembre de 2001.

Las anotaciones autobiográficas, las reflexiones y sentencias que Marco Aurelio fue escribiendo para sí mismo, durante sus últimos años de vida, componen un texto singular en la literatura antigua. Ningún otro gran personaje del mundo antiguo nos ha legado un testimonio personal tan sincero, tan hondo y tan patéticamente filosófico. Marco Aurelio tuvo que vestir la púrpura y la coraza del guerrero al frente de un inmenso y amenazado imperio.

I'm torn between three men that I swore I wouldn't get involved with. I know it's wrong, but part of me loves it. Craves it. Everyone thinks I'm the good girl, but what they don't see is that my carefully crafted persona is crumbling around me. My mask is cracked. I'm hanging on by a thread. We all have weaknesses. Mine just make me a glutton for punishment.