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The joys and the harsh realities of farm life, from a writer whose family has farmed the same piece of land for five generations. Farmer Tim Saunders manages to incorporate some writing into his days, and here he describes his life through the seasons: summer, shearing, slaughter, crop harvest, conservation; autumn, floods, trading stock, drenching, dagging; winter, maize harvest, lambing; and spring, docking, pet sheep, weaning. It's a tough life, and through his powerful, poignant writing Tim tells of his connection to the land.

Well-known current affairs investigator David Chase, nick-named 'the axe' from popular segment 'Cut to the Chase,' has been on the tail of a murderer who was released from jail after killing a man but who claims he was a wolf man at the time. A good old-fashioned right-wing 'moral outrage sensationalist' field-operative, Chase doesn't like what he sees happening to the news world around him—especially at his long-standing conservative TV Network, CNT (we missed 'u'), which, under the spinning eye of Veronica Fox, is reverting to myth making, 'false facts' and disinformation.

In Larrikins in Khaki, Tim Bowden has collected compelling and vivid stories of individual soldiers whose memoirs were mostly self-published and who told of their experiences with scant regard for literary pretensions and military niceties. NCOs and officers who were hopeless at their jobs were made aware of it - they laughed their way through the worst of it by taking the mickey out of one another and their superiors.

The Yorkists have been temporarily victorious and the Duke of York has assumed the throne, but the Lancastrians, led by Queen Margaret, counter-attack. As the fortunes of war shift, both the innocent and the guilty are swept up in the maelstrom. And increasingly dominant amid the chaos is the sinister figure of the crook-backed Richard, Duke of Gloucester.

Torren King is rock-and-roll’s broodiest bachelor. Mysterious, moody, and coveted by nearly everyone. But to me, he’s just the sad boy who set fire to my heart, then reduced me to ashes in the desert. For four sweltering nights, I burned for him, and he conquered my heart one whispered lyric at a time. But on the fifth night, he shattered me in the way only a flawless rock god can: irreparably, and with devastating finesse.