Griffo: 9 books

HOLD BACK THE NIGHT is a supernatural saga that is a cross between Dark Shadows and Revenge. Fifteen years ago, Amanda Love’s son was kidnapped by the enigmatic vampire, Vincent Savage. Now Vincent is returning to Nightfall, Maine to reunite mother with son. But he returns with more than...

PEN PALS is a novel that tells the story of two women – Bernie from Newark, New Jersey and Mags from Sheffield, England – through the letters they wrote to each other as pen pals from 1955 to the present. The women age from 14 to 65 and through their letters they take us on the journey of their...

of his amusement.   "So," I said, picking up my hat, "I am to start north to find a place called Black Harbor, where there is a man named Halyard who possesses, among other household utensils, two extinct great auks—"   We were both laughing by this time. I asked him why on earth he credited the assertion of a man he had never before heard of.  ...

     In order to do even this successfully, it is essential that every judgment passed should be exclusively ruled by the principles which govern art. "Fine art is not real art till it is free"; that is, till its value is recognized as lying wholly within itself.

The alluvial plain of Babylonia was the gift of the two great rivers. In the early days of Babylonian civilization they both flowed into the Persian Gulf. But salt marshes already existed at their mouths, and as time went on the marshes extended further and further to the south. What had once been...

     The year 1844 was also distinguished by the foundation of the Agricultural Chemistry Association of Scotland, an event of no small importance in the history of scientific agriculture.

     "But suppose she wasn't nice? she needn't be, you know. There are grandmothers and grandmothers," persisted Ralph.      "Of course I know that," said Molly. "You don't suppose I thought our grandmother was everybody's grandmother, you silly boy.

     He stood at the table for a moment before his mother looked up; he was vaguely wondering to himself if he too would have a big book with a green ribbon-marker when he should be as old as his father and mother; did everybody? he felt half-inclined to ask his mother, but before...

flowers. Tenderly they gathered them, with the night-dew fresh upon their leaves, and as they wove chanted sweet spells, and whispered fairy blessings on the bright messengers whom they sent forth to die in a dreary land, that their gentle kindred might bloom unharmed.  ...