Christopher Moss

Religion has always asked one simple thing of its followers: faith. But in today’s world of endless choice, instant gratification, and personal convenience, faith is no longer practiced with the same depth, discipline, or devotion.

MAGA is not just about looking back at what once was, it’s about fighting for what can be again. It is about remembering the values that built this nation: courage, determination, faith, and an unwavering belief that America, despite its challenges, remains the shining city on a hill.

The Whimsy Carnival didn’t arrive like normal circuses did. It didn’t come by train or truck. It didn’t announce itself with flyers or marching bands. It simply... appeared.

Recovering from coronary artery bypass grafting (CABG) surgery is not just about healing from an operation—it’s about embracing a lifestyle that protects and strengthens your heart for years to come. This book was written to guide patients, families, and caregivers through that journey.

What’s on the end of your fork! … A better understanding of diabetes and how to reduce or eliminate it altogether!

One moment, the late spring sky was nothing but sleepy gray clouds; the next, rain sheets fell hard and fast, soaking the earth, the gazebo, and the two people standing at the edge of something they didn’t dare to name.

The town of Ashford was nestled in the rolling hills of the English countryside, where time seemed to slow down, and the air whispered of history. Its cobblestone streets wound around old stone cottages, each dressed in ivy and surrounded by blooming gardens.

The wind howled through the streets, its furious gusts rattling their apartment windows as though nature was trying to break in. The storm outside was relentless, each gust of wind sending the rain tumbling down in sheets, blurring the world beyond the window.

The summer air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, which lingered on the skin long after the sun dipped beneath the horizon. Music from the town fair floated in from across the lake soft, distant, like a lullaby that didn’t know it was breaking two hearts.

The town of Laurel Cove was a picture-perfect paradise, nestled between rolling hills and a stretch of pristine coastline. The golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky every evening, reflecting off the bay's tranquil waters.

The night was unforgiving. Rain poured down in relentless sheets, drumming against the windshield of David Carter’s battered sedan.

The salty sea breeze carried whispers of forgotten tales as the waves crashed against the jagged cliffs of Blackthorn Bay.

Lily had always been a dreamer. While other children in her quiet little town spent their afternoons playing by the river, climbing trees, or chasing fireflies, Lily could always be found lying in the soft grass of Cloverfield Meadow, gazing up at the sky.

The crisp autumn air buzzed with excitement as five friends—Ethan, Lisa, Jordan, Mia, and Ryan—packed into an SUV, eager for a weekend escape from the chaos of city life.

Detective Eleanor "Ellie" Graves had spent over a decade chasing shadows criminals who thought they could outsmart the law, killers who believed they were untouchable. But even in her years of experience, nothing had prepared her for this.

Theodore Bellamy was a name spoken only in the most exclusive circles. His reputation as a master tailor had been carefully stitched together over decades, a testament to his skill and discretion.

The house had always felt like a relic of another time. Elias Carter stood at the base of the grand staircase, staring up at the darkened hallway that led to the attic.

The town of Black Hollow was a place most people never heard of, tucked away between dense forests and forgotten roads. It had a single main street, a handful of local businesses, and a community where everyone knew each other’s names.

Dr. Evelyn Carter had spent years deciphering the silent stories left behind in bones. A seasoned forensic anthropologist, she had worked on countless cases, each a puzzle of fractures, scars, and secrets long buried beneath time and decay.

The Davis family was settling in for the night. It was a typical evening in their quiet suburban home Emma Davis hummed softly as she washed the last of the dinner plates while her husband, Mark, flipped through the channels on the television, searching for something worth watching.