Editorial: Odyssey Books
Dance’s daughter, Traveller, is a feelsmith and her monster friends, the heest, need her help, but to do so she has to sail on the ship of a murderous pirate. The mission: find a mountain that is dead and has to be brought back to life. But standing in her way is her best friend’s grandmother who just happens to want to kill her.
Gappu can't dance to save his life. But he loves dancing! What do we do? This series includes funny stories that explore the lighter side of life - from the joys of dancing freely to the boy whose homwork was eaten by a dog. We also have a rabbit that loves to cook and a man who cannot laugh! But your kids will be laughing along with these stories.Ver libro
In this story, based on Norse mythology, we will learn how to control separation anxiety. Hello my friend, how are you today? I hope you are comfortable and relaxed, because I am going to tell you a story about the Norse god Freyja. Freyja was a very special god-child, because her father Njörd (pronounced Nj-ord), the sea-god, lived at sea. Freyja, however, was very much a land-dweller. Every night, when Freyja had gone to bed, Njörd would give her a good-night kiss and leave to live in the waves. This is the story of how Njörd made Freyja feel safe and calm in her bed while he was far away, ruling his ocean kingdom. Are you ready to hear this story?Ver libro
Climb into the family wagon for a delightful, heartwarming tale suitable for all ages. Follow the Miller family as they prepare for their small-town’s annual Harvest Festival. From the kindergarten pageant mishaps to the great pumpkin weigh-off, this story is a gentle, joyful celebration of community, simple pleasures, and the love that brings us all together at this special time of year. Perfect for family listening during holiday travels or cozy evenings by the fire, this story captures the magic of autumn and the true spirit of thankfulness.Ver libro
You can't change the world, but you can prepare her for it. Today's girls face a number of challenges we never dealt with at their age. From skyrocketing anxiety rates to bullying on social media, the Enemy's lies are everywhere. How do you help the girl you love walk in freedom? Equip her with Truth. Dannah Gresh, author of Secret Keeper Girl and Lies Young Women Believe (coauthored with Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth) brings you Lies Girls Believe. This fun, accessible book engages your daughter in the twenty most important truths she needs. Prepare your daughter for the difficult challenges she'll face in the world today, with sections addressing: lies about God, lies about friendship, lies about the future, lies about myself, lies about boys, and more! Lies Girls Believe is designed to help your daughter fully understand the Truth so she can live the way God meant for her to live—free! For the best results, use the accompanying A Mom's Guide to Lies Girls Believe, which invites you to critically examine the lies girls believe and discover how to set your daughter free. It also helps facilitate discussion between you and your daughter.Ver libro
Just before the United States enters the Vietnam War, eleven-year-old Bé and her three-footed kitten Mèo must rise above the injustices of war to find the comfort, safety, and love of a found family. Eleven-year-old Bé hasn't spoken a word since her mother left. She hangs on to the hope that one day they will be reunited, but after two years of waiting, it's becoming more difficult. Her father can do little to protect her from her stepmother, Big Mother. Thankfully, Bè has a secret friend, her little kitten Mèo, to comfort her in the worst of times. Unfortunately, Big Mother has other plans. She accuses her of stealing, and Bé is drugged and sold. When she wakes up, she finds herself in a locked underground bunker being held captive with a group of young women. Bé is too young to understand why they're prisoners, but at least she still has Mèo! As weeks pass, Bé makes a friend her own age, Ngân, even without speaking, and Mèo becomes a solace for the women. A violent uprising enables the imprisoned women and girls to escape. Can Bé and Mèo, and their newfound friend, Ngân, find their way to a safe place they can call home—even though the world is literally exploding all around them?Ver libro
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side. 'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. 'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. 'How STUPID you are! Why didn't you tell him——' 'Well, why didn't YOU say——' 'You might have reminded him——' and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case. It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting—everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering 'whitewash!' he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.Ver libro
