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From the New York Times best-selling author of Christmas Jars comes a powerful story of friendship and faith. Marva Ferguson has a very personal Christmas tradition that happens the day after Christmas. As a widow, the tradition means more to her now than it ever did. Her newest neighbor, nine-year-old Charlee, loves Christmas, too. But her family has fallen on hard times, and things get worse when Charlee becomes critically ill.

Sam and Holly Foster seem to enjoy near-perfect lives. Each claim a successful career and a legacy of goals set and achieved. Held above their possessions and accomplishments is their only child James. He is the son they promised to raise together and the reason they come home each night.

The Maxwells hire a nephew to take over the family furniture restoration business. Someone that Hope can’t stop thinking about. Then an out-of-town stranger shows up at the diner asking to help in the ministry - a stranger whose motives are yet unclear. Before the sun sets on Christmas Day, two men will try to change Hope’s life forever. In the process, Hope will be reminded of the immense power of a single jar, and the healing that sometimes comes only with forgiveness.

From New York Times best-selling author of The Wednesday Letters comes the completion of one family's journey to survive their past and forge their own future. With no more secrets . . . When Noah Cooper bumps into Rachel, it's love at first sight, at least for Noah. Rachel isn't so sure. But Noah's charm pays off, and he introduces his bride-to-be to a special Cooper family tradition: The wedding letters. Family and friends of the happy couple are invited to send letters of advice on love, life, and happiness.

A mysterious phone call compels Luke Millward to look for his estranged father in post-Katrina New Orleans. This riveting story of hope and healing, of finding love and, above all, faith is for every family who's had its share of tough times; for anyone who regrets things never said; for everyone who needs to know that life has a second verse.

The factory's tragic end in the 1920s forever haunted the streets of Los Angeles. On a fateful night, flames engulfed the building, claiming the lives of 30 innocent souls who had been trapped inside. The echoes of their despair and fear seem to linger in the very walls, creating an atmosphere thick with sorrow.

The descent into darkness during World War II reveals a chilling yet fascinating facet of human behavior under extreme duress. In the unforgiving landscapes of Singapore and New Guinea, Japanese soldiers engaged in acts of cannibalism that transcended mere survival instincts. This horrific practice was not solely driven by starvation but became a macabre ritual, a twisted means of reinforcing camaraderie among soldiers. The act of consuming the flesh of captured POWs served as a grim assertion of power, a stark statement that they had dominion over life and death.

The Yuki-onna, often depicted as a beautiful woman cloaked in a white kimono, emerges from the depths of Japanese folklore as a fascinating figure entwined with the themes of love and death. Her origins can be traced back to ancient Japan, where the harshness of winter and the mystique of the snow-covered landscape gave rise to tales that reflect the duality of nature. As a snow spirit yokai, she embodies both the beauty and peril of winter, captivating the hearts of those who dare to wander into her icy realm.

Welcome to Maizeville, a quaint little town nestled in the heart of corn country, where the sun always shines, the corn is always tall, and the zombies are just a tad bit corny. As you step into this charming community, you might notice the slightly off-kilter scarecrows that seem to be watching you with an unsettling enthusiasm. Don’t worry; they’re just keeping an eye on the crops and your snack choices. In Maizeville, the locals take their corn seriously, and the only thing they love more than sweet corn is a good chuckle—unless, of course, they’re gnawing on your leg.

The night was thick with an unsettling fog as the last train of the evening prepared to depart, a lone beacon against the encroaching darkness. Passengers, weary from the day's toils, hurried towards the train, their breaths visible in the chill air. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked among them, ready to unleash a wave of terror that would alter the course of their lives forever. The station's dim lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with malevolence, amplifying the palpable tension that hung in the air.

Oiwa's beauty was the stuff of legends, captivating all who laid eyes upon her in the bustling streets of Edo. With her long, flowing hair and delicate features, she embodied the ideal of feminine allure in 17th-century Japan. However, her stunning appearance served as both a blessing and a curse. While many admired her, it was the shallow affection of her husband, Iemon, that ultimately sealed her fate. He was entranced by her beauty but devoid of any genuine love or respect, viewing her merely as a trophy rather than a partner.

The Call of the West resonates through the annals of American history, embodying the spirit of adventure, resilience, and the struggle for survival in a land both beautiful and treacherous. In the mid-nineteenth century, as settlers ventured into the uncharted territories, they were met with the fierce determination of indigenous tribes, particularly the Apache. The complexities of this era reveal a landscape fraught with conflict, but also with tales of extraordinary individuals, particularly women who took up arms and faced danger head-on.

The Canonical Five refers to the five women most commonly identified as the victims of Jack the Ripper: Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly. Each of these women shared a tragic fate, becoming emblematic of the violence and desperation that characterized the Whitechapel district of London in 1888. Their stories are not just about their horrific deaths but also about the lives they led prior to their violent encounters with an unidentified killer.

The air was thick with anticipation as the group of friends gathered around a weathered table in their rustic cabin. Their holiday, meant to be a thrilling adventure filled with laughter and exploration, took an unexpected turn when a mysterious package arrived on their doorstep. Wrapped in coarse brown paper and tied with frayed twine, it bore no return address, only the chilling words, "For those who dare enter the Cavern of Lost Souls." Their curiosity piqued, they exchanged glances, excitement mingling with trepidation.

In the heart of the city, where skyscrapers pierce the heavens and neon lights flicker against the darkness, the past lurks in the shadows. The urban landscape is a tapestry woven with stories of old, tales of witches who once roamed these streets, casting spells and summoning spirits long forgotten. Each alley holds the whispers of those who dared to tread where darkness reigns, and it is in these hidden corners that the shadows of the past come alive.

The air in the hospital was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something more primal, a lingering fear that clung to the walls like the shadows of the past. For years, I had been a caretaker, a healer devoted to the well-being of others, but the echoes of trauma and the weight of my own experiences began to manifest in unsettling ways. A new beginning was not just a transition; it was a reckoning with the darkness that lurked within the depths of my mind and the very fabric of the hospital itself.

In the dimly lit kitchen of El Muerto Taco Truck, chaos reigned supreme. The scent of sizzling carne asada mixed with the unmistakable odor of decay, setting the stage for a culinary disaster of epic proportions. Jorge, the taco truck’s owner, had recently started experimenting with a new burrito recipe that involved a questionable amount of ghost peppers and a dash of zombie brain extract. He thought it would be a hit—a spicy dish that would truly leave customers begging for more. Little did he know, the only thing they would be begging for was their lives.

Human trafficking, particularly in the context of sex trafficking, represents a grotesque violation of human rights that transcends borders and societal norms. It involves the recruitment, transportation, and exploitation of individuals through coercion, deception, or abuse of power. Victims are often lured with false promises of employment, education, or a better life, only to find themselves trapped in a cycle of abuse and degradation.

In the murky depths of the underground silos, a fragile semblance of society clung to life. The surfaces, once vibrant with the colors of nature, now lay beneath a thick blanket of ice, a chilling reminder of humanity's hubris. The cold had crept into every crevice, snuffing out the last embers of hope in the world above. Yet, down below, the remnants of civilization had adapted, crafting a new existence amidst the concrete and steel.

The ocean has always held a duality of allure and danger, captivating those who dare to enter its depths. For many, it represents freedom, adventure, and a connection to nature that is unparalleled. Yet, lurking beneath the waves is a primal threat that has fascinated and terrified humanity for centuries: the shark. This apex predator not only embodies the mystery of the sea but also serves as a reminder of our vulnerability in a vast, untamed environment.