Verlag: KidKiddos Books
Jsou letní prázdniny a Marek se těší, že ho čeká velké dobrodružství! Ale když jeho máma a táta prohlásí, že rodina jede stanovat, začne se bát. Podaří se Markovi překonat strach ze tmy a užít si výlet?
Clara tells Tom the story of Cleopatra the dinosaur, Louis the crocodile, and Harvey the sloth who lived millions of years ago. How does Harvey solve the problem between Louis and Cleopatra? What is the secret behind their names? Does Tom get to meet them again?Zum Buch
Grasshopper wanted to go on a journey. “I will find a road,” he said. “I will follow that road wherever it goes.” Here are four of your favorite Arnold Lobel stories together in one audio collection! From Owl's surprising house-guest to the small pig's quest for the perfect mud puddle, Arnold Lobel's stories are filled with one-of-a-kind characters, and more than a little silliness too. Arnold Lobel's beloved Level Two I Can Read classics are perfect for kids who read on their own but still need a little help. This audio collection includes:Grasshopper on the RoadOwl at HomeSmall PigUncle Elephant The classic Frog and Toad stories by Arnold Lobel have won numerous awards and honors, including a Newbery Honor, a Caldecott Honor, ALA Notable Children’s Book, Fanfare Honor List (Horn Book), School Library Journal Best Children’s Book, and Library of Congress Children’s Book.Zum Buch
When a new kid moves in next door for the summer, Shermy’s plans for a quiet, relaxing break are completely upended. That’s because Shake is nothing like Shermy. And Shermy is nothing like Shake. SHERMY likes to read quietly in the shade of a tree. He knows the proper way to do a puzzle. He collects treasures in the pouch he wears around his neck, and the books on his shelves are alphabetized by author. SHAKE likes to play street hockey or space explorers. He gobbles up chocolate graham crackers, rocket ice pops, and Toaster Tarts. He shows up unannounced and plays board games by his own rules. As the two boys are forced to spend more and more time together, will they learn how to get along despite their differences? Or will it be one long countdown until Shake goes home?Zum Buch
Bhartrihari is one of the important poets of Sanskrit Literature. It is said that he belonged to the first century B.C and that he was the elder brother of King Vikramaditya, the great ruler of Ujjain. Bhartr̥ihari was not only a great King. He was a great scholar, a great poet, a great Yogi, a versatile genius and above all a great Vedantin. He has written many works in Sanskrit. Three of them are popular poems consisting of one hundred verses each. They are-the Shringara Satakam, the Niti Satakam and the Vairagya Satakam. Satakam means a work consisting of 100 verses. Vairagya Satakam is a philosophical work dealing with the subject of liberation. Vairagyam means detachment. So, this work deals with the subject of Vairagyam as a pre requisite for liberation. This audio book gives a brief overview of this poem in English along with the recitation of all the 100 verses.Zum Buch
Lost Sci-Fi Books 426 thru 430 - Four Lost Sci-Fi Short Stories from the 1930s, 40s, 50s and 60s and one from 1833The Madness of Lancelot Biggs by Nelson S. BondThe Hairy Ones by Basil WellsThe Artificial Man by Clare Winger HarrisThe Invisible Girl by Mary ShelleyCon-Fen by James R. AdamsZum Buch
Saknarth by Donald A. Wollheim - The Master Astrologer was willing to give his life—if only the torch of what little learning existed in the land could be passed on. "The lights upon the Morning Star." How well he remembered that phrase. Twenty years it must have been since Kwarit had whispered it to him, at the great trial where they had accused Kwarit of heeding the signals of the Evil One. As he had been led away, he had managed to whisper to young Saknarth, then a mere neophyte, the strange phrase that had lingered, echoing and reechoing through the young student's mind all these years. From neophyte to the Master Astrologer of the Imperial Observatory. It would be more than forty years by the third planet's hurried pace. Did the lights still glow upon the Morning Star? Saknarth glanced over at the chronometer. It would be a half hour before the Morning Star rose. There was work to be done; he must prepare the day's horoscope. He laughed to himself. What fools priests and rulers must be to believe that the stars foretold the future. What an upset if they learned how it all originated in the minds of astrologers—no more the guesswork based upon a knowledge of the past. Well, so far, thought Saknarth, my forecasts have been more or less true. Seating himself at a little desk in the shaded glow of an oil lamp, he proceeded to write his prophecies, taking care to befog them with astrological formulae and mystic bosh. A half hour passed. Already a dim light glowed deep in the eastern horizon. Now from low in the sky a blue star gleamed, a steady glowing mote of light heralding the dawn. The Morning Star.Zum Buch
