New Releases – 10/15





Bestselling author Elizabeth George delivers another masterpiece of suspense in her Inspector Lynley series: a gripping child-in-danger story that tests Detective Sergeant Barbara Havers like never before. As both Barbara and her partner, Inspector Thomas Lynley, soon discover, the case is far more complex than a typical kidnapping, revealing secrets that could have far-reaching effects outside of the investigation. With both her job and the life of a little girl on the line, Barbara must decide what matters most, and how far she’s willing to go to protect it.


Londonite Bridget Jones faces the challenges of maintaining sex appeal as the years roll by, the nightmares of drunken texting, the skinny jean, the disastrous e-mail cc, total lack of Twitter followers, and TVs that need ninety buttons and three remotes to…

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25 Little-Known Facts About The Freemasons

Thought Catalog

1. The Freemasons are not a secret society. A Mason can freely tell people they are a Mason. They just can’t reveal the secrets of the order.

2. Our founding father and first president, George Washington, was a Freemason.

3. It’s estimated that there are six million Masons in the world today.

4. In the type of Freemasonry practiced in the U.S., members are required to believe in God, though the interpretation of this is left up to the individual member.

5. In the type of Freemasonry practiced in the U.S. (Anglo-American) female members are not allowed, whereas in the type practiced in Europe (Continental), women are generally allowed to be initiated.

6. Another difference between American and European lodges is that in the U.S. political discussion is banned, but allowed in other sects.

7. A Masonic “lodge” refers to the congregation of people who meet there, it’s not…

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This dream lied.


In my dreams, you
surprised me
with a kiss on my cheek.

It was after homework, pages
upon pages, of useless drivel
that you kiss me
in my sleep,
in this dream.

I was huddled in a blanket;
had there been a fire
at a fireplace; I
would have nearby,
a cocoon against the wall.

But you kissed my cheek
and woke me, and none of
my words could express
what little I understood
how much I wanted that
cool, soft, sweet kiss
on my bare cheek.

In my dreams, you
bade me welcome and
led me by the hand to
your night of blue haze,
soft lights, cool air,
gray shadows, and satin sheets.

There we slept, or tried to sleep,
in my dreams. Here, with your head
upon my chest, I am awake;
while you pretend, with the softness
of your breath, to dream.

But when I wake up,
I pretend
that you did not just waste my time
cos dreams, shmeams, babe:
a flake’s a flake
and you

fucked up.