Annihilation!. E-book. Formato EPUB John Russell Fearn   -  Librorium Editions, 2023  - 

Thayleen West lowered her slender white hands from the piano keyboard and smiled to herself. She was satisfied with her music, herself, and her home. She had world fame as a concert pianist, and she had Kenyon, her husband—She turned as he entered the room. It was late afternoon. The room was full of golden hues and soft, blurry shadows. Outside, through the french windows, the well kept garden drooped in saturating August heat.‘That was wonderful, Thay!’ Kenyon came hurrying forward and caught the girl’s hands in his own. He was a lanky, genial soul, an engineer and a materialist, yet it did not make him an intolerable husband. Materialism and artistry could—and did—go hand-in-hand.‘A change for us to be together,’ Ken continued, putting an arm round the girl’s shoulders. ‘If only all Sundays were like this!’‘They will be, after this year,’ Thayleen said.Ken smiled to himself and strolled to the open windows. He gazed out on the sunlight. His keen grey eyes followed the flight of a bird as it cavorted gaily in sombre blue heaven.‘You said that last year, Thay,’ he reminded her. ‘And the year before that. By all means go on playing to the world, but—sometimes—’

Tornado Trail. E-book. Formato EPUB John Russell Fearn   -  Librorium Editions, 2023  - 

Rod Cameron was feeling pretty pleased with himself. In two short hours, instead of the normal week he had expected it would take—and which anticipation he had passed on to his friends—he had completed one of the biggest cattle deals in some time. Five thousand head to be sold for the Little Pinnacle Trading Company, for which he was the representative. That would bring a grin of satisfaction to Bill Hawkins, his boss—and, come to think of it, the girlfriend would be pretty proud of him too.‘Yeah—nice going,’ he complimented himself, as he jogged his horse along the trail in the evening sunlight. ‘When Bill Hawkins engaged you, feller, he did himself a good turn, and you set yourself in line for sizeable commissions, too . . .’Out of sheer good spirits he started singing, his heavy and rather unmusical baritone losing itself on the desert wastes. Here, on the fifty-mile trail between Little Pinnacle and the city of Bartonville, where he had just completed his business, he was alone. But it was an aloneness which he appreciated. A sense of loneliness was never with him when he had the mesa, the distant mountains, the smell of the fresh, warm wind, and his faithful sorrel for company.