Riveting History

In the bitter winter of January 1692, Arctic air hovered over the coastal community, trapping the snow-capped village in a perpetual state of bone-chilling temperatures. But within the bleakness, a new kind of fear also settled over Salem.

Beyond the front iron gates and down a path, impeccably lined with trees, stands an impressive fortress with magnificent masonry, precise rows of oversized windows, and a dignified clock tower visible for miles.

Swimming pools were empty. The parks were deserted, and as the hot summer days simmered on, so too did a lingering dread. This fear descended into fall like a shadow remnant after summer had long disappeared. A mysterious illness was sweeping across the globe....

From a poor young girl living in Ireland in the aftermath of the Great Famine, Mary Mallon is in search of a better life. At age fifteen, she escapes to the United States and seeks to begin a new life in a different world.

At 10:30 p.m. Johnny Bull reached the top of the vertical shaft and cut through the last few inches of soil. He breathed in heavenly fresh air.

On a small farm in Iowa, from the age of seven Norman would rise before dawn and work the fields. He and his two younger sisters would raise cattle, pigs, and chickens; he would fish and hunt and tend to the corn and oat fields. It was grueling labor, and he hated it.

In this book, we’ll explore the disappearances, strange happenings, and theories surrounding the Bennington Triangle and try to unravel this mysterious place on a deserted mountain.

In the mid-1800s a dreaded illness swept through the tropical regions of the globe. Malaria was a prevalent and often deadly parasite. It caused fever, chills, headaches, even confusion, seizures, and sometimes death. A cure needed to be found but this quest would lead to an unexpected discovery.

In London, in the summer of 1928, as usual, a misty haze fell over the city. It was early September, and warm, damp humidity lingered over the lush countryside.

Warm, humid, salty air hovered over the city like a blanket. The unsuspecting small coastal community was bustling with energy and possibility; the town was alive with the sound of creaking ship masts, and vendors, and on Market Street, new shops and businesses were settling in.

In the early 1800s, long before it officially became a town, Centralia, Pennsylvania was rich with anthracite coal—the hardest and most energy-dense form of coal. This resource was a catalyst for industrial growth during America’s expansion.