Showing results for "One Voice" in Literature & Fiction

Sparks fly when a piano genius and a Hollywood heartthrob are thrown together for a charity performance in this “swoony, joyful rom-com” (Entertainment Weekly). Quito Cruz is a genius piano player and composer with Broadway dreams, but he’s not quite there yet. The problem is that, ever...

Christoph Maria Herbst und Tanja Geke ermitteln gegen Hexen, Prinzessinnen, Zwerge und das Rumpelstilzchen... Die Ermittler bei "CSI - Crime Scene Investigation" sind die besten der Welt, aber jetzt bekommen sie Hörbuch-Konkurrenz von den Ermittlern von "CSI: Märchen". Denn die lösen die härtesten, brutalsten und undurchsichtigsten Fälle im Märchenland, an die sich bis jetzt noch kein Cop rangewagt hat - sie sind "CSI: Märchen".

Another classic funny Jeeves and Wooster story. Bertie once again travels to Totleigh Towers to try to repair the rift in Gussie Finknottle and Madeline Basset's engagement. Pop Basset and Roderick Spode (Lord Sidcup) think he is there to steal a black amber statuette for Bertie's Uncle Tom. How could things get complicated?

Reggie wakes up and hears a male voice shouting outside. It is that of this valet. When summoned, he mentions that he had been breaking up with his girlfriend. George is a friend of Reggie Pepper. George is sleeping in a deck and the others are discussing how an important prince was beaten up in the night by a unknown assailant, and how the police have an important clue. A guy comes to meet George and Reggie goes to his deck to wake George up. He finds that George is missing.

Mac's Restaurant - nobody calls it MacFarland's - is a mystery. It is off the beaten track. It is not smart. It does not advertise. It provides nothing nearer to an orchestra than a solitary piano, yet, with all these things against it, it is a success. In theatrical circles especially it holds a position which might turn the white lights of many a supper-palace green with envy.

Dear old Freddie, don't you know, has been a dear old pal of mine for years and years; so when I went into the club one morning and found him sitting alone in a dark corner, staring glassily at nothing, and generally looking like the last rose of summer, you can understand I was quite disturbed about it. As a rule, the old rotter is the life and soul of our set. Quite the little lump of fun, and all that sort of thing.