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"In gold time", by Roberta Littlehale: in wild-west days, when two rivals love the same woman, tragedy ensues

section 1 of the black cat volume 1 number 1 october 1895. this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by jim gallagher the black cat volume one number one october 1895 section one in gold time by roberta littlehale he was straight and grizzled and keen of eye he had worked and fought and gambled his way through the lawlessness and passion of the state's early life into the decency and uprightness of a successful contractor his name was bill bowen as a civil engineer i came more or less in contact with him and rejoiced in the largeness of his mental mold as well as in the business sense of security he let me enjoy one summer's night we took a drive to a distant town on the san joaquin river we were to look at stone for bridge building and the blistering heat of the day made us willing to lose our sleep for the more comfortable traveling by starlight the horses jogged lazily through the coarse thick dust on the river's levee and the insects from the grain fields and the frogs from the sloughs had things holy to themselves until bill suddenly interrupted mrs chase is pretty enough yet to understand why she sent two fellows to the devil isn't she what are you talking about i answered oh said bill pulling himself up i forgot you didn't struggle with the rest of us through those groggy days i knew bill well enough to let him relapse just so many minutes then i said judge chase's wife is lovelier at 60 than most girls at 16 rai hadn't an idea she figured so romantically in the early days as to send anybody overboard replied bill reflectively the horses traveled down without attention and i waited in patience you know what it was like he began at last men with guns from all over the union and gold the heaven we sweated for prayers and accord and the gambling tables all running under one roof an area woman's face showing up in the mass to give us courage to be sure there were vexiness ribs of satan who robbed and killed and drank with the worst of us but until 51 we'd never the woman for reverence then by degrees the lawyers and a stray merchant or two aired their families but things wasn't dizzy till pretty grace blanchard got out with her father understand she cared itself as she ought to but understand there was men among us who was born and bred to live with blood the massivists had to take out our satisfaction in looking at her but for two the favorite old blanchard's eyes was easy reading and it wasn't long seeing the course the straw took ned emery was a long lean blonde fellow with a blamed fine face and a way that made friends of the toughest they said he looked to swell when he called to the blanchards but i never saw him but like the rest of us red shirted then overalled and an angle to his pistols that made him a joy george stokes shorty we called him was a man with an answer that ripped like a knife and a head that made success of everything because it could work crooked as well as straight he'd been on the bench but he'd located a vein in mariposa and was overseeing up there in 52 naturally he lost opportunities not being right on the spot and the danger began the blanchard house was swelled larger than most of the cabins and had two long windows that opened onto a porch things might never have been so bad but for those two lidless eyes in front one fatal night shorty strokes rode into the settlement and i'm getting ahead of affairs bill tossed his cigar into the thules and hurried the horses into effort as the interest of his reminiscence swept him on the girl carried herself out of the fashion of high steppers and neither fellow could swear where he stood it was laughter and spirit for both of them they said and nip and tuck for the yielding the pace was the sort that exhausts men and shorty...

Sex Life of the Gods Chapter 5 Free Download Public Domain Sci-Fi Adult Book Club.

chapter 5 of sex life of the gods this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org sex life of the gods by michael canard chapter five detective lieutenant nolan bryce stood in the brush near the wrecked aircraft watching the men move about it in the light of several spotlights that had been set up by the national guardsmen who had roped off the area the thick blackness of the surrounding forest plus a glance at his watch told him that dawn wasn't too far away faa investigator dixon a thin stringy ex-pilot stepped around the scrambled bits of wreckage and offered a light to the dead cigarette in nolan's mouth thanks bryce said and blew the smoke to the night what do you make of it mr dixon dixon shrugged and pushed his snap brim hat back with a blunt forefinger don't know it's pretty dark to see much but it's no private plane why do you say that no wings no tail assembly of course it's hard to tell in the dark when it gets light enough we'll know the story but i don't know of any private plane that looks like that one then two the army is holding the news boys at bay i think those two government fellows are playing this one close to their chests bryce nodded and dragged on the cigarette but he said nothing about the speed of the thing any bodies dixon shook his head the thing is pretty well burned and the bodies if there are any to be found could be all over the area we did find a kind of flying suit though badly burned and torn just a suit no one in it dixon looked perplexed bothers you huh me too i can't figure out why a pilot would carry something like that as an extra oh well it'll all come out when we really start investigating how long does a thing like that take dixon shrugged a couple of days a week even a few months it's hard to say bryce nodded took a final drag on the cigarette and tossed it toward the wreck watching the red ash burst near the wreck dixon had wandered off to the far side of the crash made clearing hell bryce thought i'd better get that butt leaving a thing like that around here could get me in trouble they'd think it was part of the crash when he walked over to retrieve the butt he saw the light from the flood glinting on a small gold object he picked it up and found that he had someone's watch the crystal had been smashed likely in the crash and the hands were stopped at 4 15. the expansion ban watch dispelled his hunch that the pilot of the plane had been a russian or something it was a bulova and he didn't think russians had them but what cinched the whole thing was on the underside of the face in light of the spots he could read to nick love beth and suddenly it was there he knew the watch he knew it as well as he knew his own hell he had picked it up at the jeweler shop in everett two years before when beth hadn't been able to get into town and wanted to surprise nick with it stunned and puzzled price dropped the watch into his pocket and decided not to say anything to cartwell and morgan maybe it would cost him later but he couldn't tell them not until he had a better picture of what the hell was going on he lit another cigarette and stood there thinking about the watch how had it gotten here nick didn't know how to fly a plane and even if he had studied the art could he fly an aircraft that cleared a speed of 2000 miles per hour hell no nor had the watch been there in the weather all this time of course nick could have hacked the damn thing in some town when he needed money and by some quirk of fate it had been brought back to the same area it had left over a year before that was possible but bryce didn't believe it it just didn't fit seeing enough bryce turned and saw cartwell standing behind him how long had he been there he wondered and forced to grin the stock he built blonde grinned back at him...

Sex Life of the Gods Chapter 4 Free Download Public Domain Sci-Fi Adult Book Club.

chapter 4 of sex life of the gods this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org sex life of the gods by michael kenner chapter four in the final analysis he was just too tired to attempt an explanation not physically worn out but mentally since just before dawn he has felt as though he had been on a fantastic merry-go-round feeling a bit strange he allowed her to lead him upstairs to the bedroom the sight of one bed startled him even though it was a rather large double he slid eyes sideways caught her smiling coily and forced to grin she installed him in the bathroom tossed a pair of pajamas to him and left him alone he took a long time showering and shaving then when he could avoid it no longer he went into the bedroom she was combing her long satiny hair at the dresser and had slipped into an aqua colored nightgown for a moment his breath caught in amazement then he slid between the sheets of the bed and watched her finally she stopped combing and walked over to look down at him he looked back feeling a little like a caged animal but enjoying it she fell to her knees beside the bed her eyes shining with happiness the red-lipped smile was again tugging at her full mouth her fingers wound gently in his hair and the warm pressure of her soft breasts rested boldly upon his arm as though they knew they belonged there i love you so much nick she whispered her eyes half closed he reached out a hand to touch her cheek and the softness of it against his fingers alarmed him thrilled him he knew what he had to tell her but it was a long time in coming i i love you too beth he whispered her soft moist lips came gently down upon his like a twin promise of the offering of love that awaited him and he felt his own lips responding a slight tremor ran through him as her fingers flicked at the wall and the room became sheathed in darkness moonlight filtered through the curtains and she moved into the bed her life shape molding into the hardness of his her voice was a warm breath in his ear and her arms slid over his chest while she talked you don't love me darling that's the whole trouble we love with our minds and love is an accumulation of a million memories but you have lost yours i know i know to you beth he began but she clamped her hand over his mouth to you darling i'm a stranger just another woman i know i can't be anything more right now you'll have to learn to love me again but me nick it is different with me i've waited for 13 long months for you to love me again and by some miracle you've come back you're here and so am i i love you and i want you oh darling pretend i'm a [ __ ] pretend i'm anything but make love to me pay no attention to anything except to me his mouth folded over hers shutting off the flow of words in a passionate kiss while his hands smoothed down over the wisp of silk that kept his fingers from her flesh her arms clung to him tightly it won't be hard beth he whispered against the side of her face you're beautiful it won't be hard to love you then she twisted from him making a memory of the film of nightgown that had kept his hands away from her he moved to her his fingers stroking her into passion while she pulled his face down to the soft thrust of her breasts then she clamped against him and struggled to get even closer her body making a prison for him yet at the same time giving him freedom later when she slept he propped himself on one elbow to study the soft lines of her face then he too dropped off to sleep his uniform was torn by the purple bushes and their nine-inch thorns and streamers of blood painted the rich blue and yellow of his trousers his face was smeared with gray pasty dirt and the hand that held the auto pistol was wet with sweat his stomach had rolled into a tight ball within him and he was...

Sex Life of the Gods Chapter 1 Free Download Public Domain Sci-Fi Adult Book Club.

chapter 4 of sex life of the gods this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org sex life of the gods by michael kenner chapter four in the final analysis he was just too tired to attempt an explanation not physically worn out but mentally since just before dawn he has felt as though he had been on a fantastic merry-go-round feeling a bit strange he allowed her to lead him upstairs to the bedroom the sight of one bed startled him even though it was a rather large double he slid eyes sideways caught her smiling coily and forced to grin she installed him in the bathroom tossed a pair of pajamas to him and left him alone he took a long time showering and shaving then when he could avoid it no longer he went into the bedroom she was combing her long satiny hair at the dresser and had slipped into an aqua colored nightgown for a moment his breath caught in amazement then he slid between the sheets of the bed and watched her finally she stopped combing and walked over to look down at him he looked back feeling a little like a caged animal but enjoying it she fell to her knees beside the bed her eyes shining with happiness the red-lipped smile was again tugging at her full mouth her fingers wound gently in his hair and the warm pressure of her soft breasts rested boldly upon his arm as though they knew they belonged there i love you so much nick she whispered her eyes half closed he reached out a hand to touch her cheek and the softness of it against his fingers alarmed him thrilled him he knew what he had to tell her but it was a long time in coming i i love you too beth he whispered her soft moist lips came gently down upon his like a twin promise of the offering of love that awaited him and he felt his own lips responding a slight tremor ran through him as her fingers flicked at the wall and the room became sheathed in darkness moonlight filtered through the curtains and she moved into the bed her life shape molding into the hardness of his her voice was a warm breath in his ear and her arms slid over his chest while she talked you don't love me darling that's the whole trouble we love with our minds and love is an accumulation of a million memories but you have lost yours i know i know to you beth he began but she clamped her hand over his mouth to you darling i'm a stranger just another woman i know i can't be anything more right now you'll have to learn to love me again but me nick it is different with me i've waited for 13 long months for you to love me again and by some miracle you've come back you're here and so am i i love you and i want you oh darling pretend i'm a [ __ ] pretend i'm anything but make love to me pay no attention to anything except to me his mouth folded over hers shutting off the flow of words in a passionate kiss while his hands smoothed down over the wisp of silk that kept his fingers from her flesh her arms clung to him tightly it won't be hard beth he whispered against the side of her face you're beautiful it won't be hard to love you then she twisted from him making a memory of the film of nightgown that had kept his hands away from her he moved to her his fingers stroking her into passion while she pulled his face down to the soft thrust of her breasts then she clamped against him and struggled to get even closer her body making a prison for him yet at the same time giving him freedom later when she slept he propped himself on one elbow to study the soft lines of her face then he too dropped off to sleep his uniform was torn by the purple bushes and their nine-inch thorns and streamers of blood painted the rich blue and yellow of his trousers his face was smeared with gray pasty dirt and the hand that held the auto pistol was wet with sweat his stomach had rolled into a tight ball within him and he was...

Beth Danson was about twenty-five and, besides her deep auburn-brown hair and lovely face, she boasted an equally attractive body. He found himself captivated by the warm thrust of her breasts beneath the silk blouse. The clear milk of her flesh, at the “V” of her throat excited him in a strange way. When he thought of her as his wife, it was frightening. It was as though someone had tossed him a woman and expected him to just fall into the routine of marriage. It wouldn’t be hard to come to love this woman, but it would take awhile. Hell, he didn’t know her. She was a complete stranger who had suddenly told him they were married. There was nothing familiar about her; even the fingers that were softly working over his face were alien. (Summary by Blurb from the Front Flap!)

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Sex Life of the Gods Chapter 1 Free Download Public Domain Sci-Fi Adult Book Club

Sex Life of the Gods Foreward Free Download Public Domain Sci Fi Adult Book Club.

forward of sex life of the gods this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by chuck williamson sex life of the gods by michael kaner forward i think we're property charles fort

he left the mothership and headed for terra he smiled at the instrument panel and watched the operation of the big scout ship as it rocketed toward the light ribbon of atmosphere that enveloped the planet it was a joke in a way in a manner of speaking he was the first terran to fly an alien spaceship but he wasn't thinking of that he was thinking of the woman elizabeth danson of everett pennsylvania she was waiting and he could see the warmth of her body sheathed in the web-like gown that seemed spun over her turgid breast and curved hips by an army of artistic spiders it would not be a hard thing to love a woman like that his fingers curled about the controls his feet working the rudder petals of the screaming ship as he headed for the strange darkness of the atlantic ocean the spaceship was operating well and the earth lifted her curved bosom to meet his rush trouble came early the danger lights flickered in his eyes and the fear welled up within him like a flood fifteen hundred miles an hour and the scout ship was out of control the behavior of the craft was erratic as though a giant hand was slapping the silver belly as he plummeted toward the ball of the earth desperately he tried to reduce the speed of the hurtling ship his fingers working the buttons and levers in a frenzy of determination the craft refused to respond she whipped into a cloud bank headed for the sea lifted suddenly and whirled back toward space in an agony of fear he realized that he no longer was the master of the spaceship he was a prisoner in a violent uncontrollable meteor that would finally slam him into infinity against the very earth that was to be his home

in the early hours of morning jane renault of nova scotia fingered the wheel of his 50-foot boat through the gray ground swells of the grand banks almost to the place where he would cast his nets into the water the overcast sky was refusing to emit the sunlight and a light mist hung over the sea like a disjointed ghost when gene heard the whirring roar of the ship it was too late the silver streak whipped over his fishing boat with all the furies of the gods and nearly tore his steadying sail away muttering a string of french curses gene picked up his radio telephone and reported in violent tones the presence of the jet to the coast guard

in the half-light of early dawn the united states and canada whirled with reports upon the strange craft the cq of the national defense system began systematically pinpointing the track of the strange craft as it raked across the a dumbbell sky then it was gone the rocketing ship had appeared over one observation station near lake ontario it had been spotted by a cd worker near auburn new york then it was gone the last observation of the craft showed it flying an erratic track toward the mountain country of pennsylvania at cq operations office in washington dc lieutenant colonel martin griswald tossed the last report on his desk and pinched his lower lip thoughtfully colonel delbert sitting across from him looked serious it's out of control he mused and it isn't one of ours russian might be he looked at the rugged country along the pennsylvania new york map for a moment then he picked up the phone on his desk this is colonel griswold get me the pentagon at 0 9 30 a special plane left washington bound for the town in northern pennsylvania that had been chosen as a base of operations on board the plane were the secret servicemen who were to track down the crashed ship they were several hours too late end of forward

The Sea Like Bronze (1) Portrait Of A Man With Red Hair; A Romantic Macabre by Hugh Walpole

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Is the father insane or merely sadistic, a man entombed in a spirit of malevolence? This 1925 novel by a perceptive observer explores the territory exceptionally.- Summary by david wales
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part one of a portrait of a man with red hair by hugh walpole this liver vox recording is in the public domain part one the sea like bronze section one one you're my friend i was the man the duke spoke to i helped the duchess to cast off his yoke too so here's the tale from beginning to end my friend 2. ours is a great wild country if you climb to our castle stop i don't see where your eye can stop for when you've passed the cornfield country where vineyards leave off flocks are packed and sheep range leads to cattle tract and cattle tracts to open chase and open chase to the very base of the mountain square at a funeral pace round about solemn and slow one by one row after row up and up the pine trees grow go like black priests up and sow down the other side again to another greater wilder country to another greater wilder country to another greater one the soul of charles percy harkness slipped like a neat white pocket handkerchief out through the carriage window into the silver blue air hung there changing into a tiny white fleck against the immensity struggling for escape above the purple pointed trees of the dark wood then realizing that escape was not yet fluttered back into the carriage again was caught by charles percy neatly folded up and put away the browning lines old-fashioned shirley had yielded it a moment's hope those and some other lines from another outmoded book but the place reasserted its spell martialing once again its army its silver belted nights its castles of perilous frowning darkness its meadows of gold and silver streams the old spell working the same purpose for how many times and for what intent that we may be reminded yet once again that there is the step behind the door the light beyond the window the rustle on the stair and that it is for these things only that we must watch and wait for harkness had committed the folly of having two books open on his knee a peck at one a peck at another a long eager glance through the window at the summer scene but above all a sensuous state of slumber hovering in the hot scented afternoon air just above him waiting to pounce two pounds first browning then this other the old book in a faded red brown cover to paradise frederick lester at the bottom of the title page 1892 how long ago how faded and pathetic the old book was he alone in all the british isles at that moment reading it certainly no other living soul and he had crossed to browning after lester's third page he swung in mid-air the open fields came swimming up to him like vast green waves gently to splash upon his face hanging over him laced about the telegraph poles rising and falling with them the voice of the old man with the long white beard the only occupant of the carriage with him broke sharply in like a steel knife cutting through blotting paper a pardon me but there is a spider on your neck harkness started up the two books slipped to the floor he passed his hand damp with the afternoon warmth over his cool neck he hated spiders he shivered his fingers were on the thing with a shudder he flung it out of the window thank you he said blushing very slightly not at all the old man said severely you were almost asleep and in another moment it would have been down your back he was not the old man you would have expected to see in an english first class carriage save that now in...

In Flanders Fields By John McCrae 1872-1918 Public Domain Recital

In the Cliffland of the Dane Howard Pease Free Downloads Public Domain.

they found shelter convenient one below the cliff's edge some 200 yards to the east another amongst broken boulders to the southward while farmer johnson crouched behind the wall that gert the road leading past the ale house from the north it was weary work watching more by token that that night nothing appeared save a thirsty fisherman or two and a stray shuffle-footed vagrant all the like next night the same and i for one was growing somewhat cold but farmer johnson bull-like in his obstinacy swore he wouldn't shave his chin till he had caught summit so off we started on the third night to our rendezvous the third time brings luck thought i as i squatted down in the fork of the same old twisted elm and tis something stormy this evening which might suit our eva's taste it would then be about eight of the clock as i may suppose the wind from the seawood the clouds flowering fringed with a moonlit border like broidery on a cloak and that raw cold touch in the air that chills worse than the hardest winter's frost the night grew stormier vapor lifted upward and assumed strange and threatening shape the cloud forms might be the giants rising up out of jottenheim and advancing to attack odin and the aesir the evil wolf fener in the van his bristles silvered by the moon an hour passed and i began to wish i had never undertaken the quest or mentioned the matter to farmer johnson when i heard as if some way off not exactly a nay but a sort of defiant snorting such as a stallion breeze forth when he wishes to be free then the sound as a very stone falling succeeded mingled with a scraping and a trampling noise crane in my neck forward i saw under a broadened fringe of moonlight their own horse with the ruddy bearded river beside him they had evidently crept through some secret passage that issued into the bottom below me i was just upon the point of raising the human cry on him when an action of his took me by surprise holding up his battle axe for such was his weapon he raised it aloft then thrust its handle deep into the soft moss of the hollow next he threw the horse's reins over the head of it and sinking down upon his knees appeared to be pouring forth a prayer to heaven expressed in all danish which i have set down in english as nearly as i can therefore the swiftness of slept near breathed out into my room let him fly like thy ravens blackmoon and hoogie may my axe be as those when he wheeled this millionaire wing thor's mighty weapon the pride of valhalla this grant may o odin grim jig and all father he then drew forth from his breast to small file and having set up a square stone beside him poured forth into the cup or hollow at the top liquid of a dark colour which i imagined must be either blood or wine this done he seemed to fall prayer afresh but in so lower tone that i could not catch the words of his utterance with any distinctness then he leapt to his feet lifted the axe tossed it into the air caught it as it fell and had vaulted upon the stallions back before i had even recovered from my first astonishment tallyho shouts i yondri goes forward mr johnson followed tom and jack and scrambling down my tree i made for my horse the next thing i heard was a pang evidently the discharge of farmer johnson's musket and there at a weird smothered savage note of pain and rage broke out upon the night seizing my horse i mounted now to the cover to cross a gap in the wall dimly i could see a centaur-like figure plunging and snorting upon the short turf by the cliff's edge then three figures running from the north south and east towards it their own horse plunged and reared like one demented the rider sitting the while firm and supple as an indian then seizing on a sudden the bit twixed his teeth offset the stallion at a tearing gallop southwood away i followed hotly the others giving chase and halloween in the background dike after dyke we flew...