Best Selling Books by Richard Williams

Lost in the City is a romantic mystery in which DJ and Maggie find themselves separated from Bill and Paula. Not knowing what is ahead of them, they are led into the abandoned part of a large city. With only the impression that somewhere in the city there is a soul that needs their help, what they discover will change not only their lives, but those they come into contact with. In this adventure DJ and Maggie will meet new friends and face perilous trials. Will they ever get back home again? Read this next book in the popular series to find out.

In the spring of 1916, an unknown photographer captured the heart of Prescott, Arizona. For decades the fruits of that labor, a collection of glass plate negatives, lay largely forgotten in the local opera house and theater. Now, an historic western town comes to life as it once was, through images of the town’s business district as found on those photographic plates. Step into a soda fountain, a pool hall, a mercantile, a haberdashery, a saddlery and more, and experience life as it existed in the newly minted state of Arizona in the early twentieth century. This photographic history of Prescott, Arizona, is based upon more than 100 images from the 1916 glass-plate negatives. Complementary images of business advertisements, trade tokens, and streetscapes supplement the main photographs. Richly detailed captions highlight many aspects of the pictures, and the text further explores and describes the town’s historic downtown district, much of which still exists. Maps, a bibliography and an index complete the work.

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“I started reading the story as a favor to a friend, but finished it because it was a great story. Couldn’t put it down--read it straight through in one sitting!” — Fr. David Jaspers A young nineteenth-century priest, cousin of the Czar, accidentally discovers the mother lode while exploring Mt. Hood, a dormant volcano in the Oregon Cascades. Bishop Alexi Romanov builds his church, Saint Bartholomew, on top of his discovery of the vein of gold. This secret resource funds 120 years of humanitarian works, scholarships, and research as it becomes a haven for Eastern Orthodox refugees fleeing eastern Europe. Romanov’s elected heir is a Crimean peasant trained in the monasteries of Macedonia. Father Nicholas is vigilant in protecting Bartholomew’s treasure. He and his small flock live quietly and inconspicuously raising sheep on their secluded property. But when the public starts to encroach on their land, ninety-eight-year-old Fr. Nicholas attempts to stop the state of Oregon as it builds a new highway. Father Nicholas’ tactical error raises the curiosity of freelance reporter, Stephen Murphy, who wonders where and how this quiet retreat amassed its assets. Nicholas hopes he can preserve the sanctity of the land.

Herbie and his best friend Raymond become more expert at getting out of hot water, as they struggle through the comic ups and downs of third grade.

Whether the subject is Duke Ellington or Chet Baker from the world of jazz, soul singer Gladys Knight, or sixties rock iconoclasts the Velvet Underground, here is the music that has lasted, whose makers were always in it for the long run.

It was the green shirt. Charlie Parker had the headlong genius, Thelonius Monk had the beatnik weirdness, and Charles Mingus had the rebel soul. But only Miles Davis had the green shirt. There it was on the cover of "Milestones", one of a handful of late-fifties albums that turned him from a gifted bebop musician into a figure of godlike potency. That shirt, the green shirt with the perfect button-down collar, symbolised the taste of the eternally elegant outsider and was as good an emblem as any of Miles Davis''s intextinguishable need to be the coolest man on the planet.;That he succeeded became clear when he died in September 1991, aged 65. For many people around the world, great musicians as well as anonymous fans, this really did seem like the day music died. Having survived the deaths of Armstrong, Ellington, Parker and Coltrane, the creative momentum of the century''s most vital musical language suddenly seemed to be stalled by the departure of one man. Jazz people had followed him from Ivy League suits to silks and velvets, from the suave sophistication of "My Funny Valentine" to the wild funk of his electronic bands.;This tells the story of a musician who transcended his idi