Name This Book Or The Author…?
I read a book in the summer of 1992 that was incredible! And I can’t for the life of me remember the name. It’s fiction, a thriller to be specific. It starts off with someone, I believe sitting in a car, waiting for someone else, or more appropriately, trying to track down a murderer…I believe they were all prostitutes he was murdering. The two were friends from Catholic School. And as kids they broke into a priest’s closet and stole a book on black magic then went out to Coney Island to cast a spell. Something happened off in the distance, which turned out to be one of the kids in the future making a deal with the Devil. Well the one committing the murders became a high power lawyer, thanks to his pact with the Devil. But as part of his payment he had to murder people and give them to the Devil. Fantastic book. I had totally forgotten about it till recently when my wife reminded me of it, and we cannot come up with the name. Any help is appreciated. Thanks!
What Is The Name Of This Book?
there was this book that I read in middle school and i don’t remember the name of it. i remember some info from the book. the stuff that I do remember is that it was about this girl who lives with her parents. Her parents sold potions or some type of magic. In one scene of the book the girl goes over this other person’s house and she gets scared of the microwave. the girl says that she knew what microwaves looked like from a book , but she didn’t know they would be that noisy. well thats all i could remember. if anyone know what book this is can you please tell me. thanks
1970/80′s Children’s Book – Magic, Something About A Metal Washer?
Hi!
does anybody know/remember a series of children’s stories from the 1980′s (i read them late 80′s, early 90′s) that involved a young boy, a silver metal washer that was magical and allowed him to visit ‘other realms’ i think… it was very escapist; i think he lived in a horrible city and this washer allowed him to visit other, magical, green places (i remember one story that involved a lake in a wood)… from the drawings i remember they were 70′s influenced….they wernt very long and paper back from my versions i read at school.
i just really enjoyed them and i’d like to figure out what they were!!!
thanks!! hope i can get to the end of this cuz it’s really going to bug me!!! 
x
1970/80′s Children’s Book – Magic, Something About A Metal Washer?
Hi!
does anybody know/remember a series of children’s stories from the 1980′s (i read them late 80′s, early 90′s) that involved a young boy, a silver metal washer that was magical and allowed him to visit ‘other realms’ i think… it was very escapist; i think he lived in a horrible city and this washer allowed him to visit other, magical, green places (i remember one story that involved a lake in a wood)… from the drawings i remember they were 70′s influenced….they wernt very long and paper back from my versions i read at school.
i just really enjoyed them and i’d like to figure out what they were!!!
thanks!! hope i can get to the end of this cuz it’s really going to bug me!!! x
Can You Suggest A Book That Is Similar To…?
Is there any books that is similar to Harry Potter or anything to do with a student at a boarding school it doesn’t have to be about magic though it would be better if it did. Or anything to do with supernatural stuff. ANY books will do!
This Is Part Of A Book I’m Writing, What Do You Think?
I’m only fifteen, and I’m still learning.
Any constructive criticism is appreciated 
**Please, DONT steal my work. Use your own brain.
Also there may be spots that say ” I ”
Those are originally in italics.
This is about the second chapter, so it may be a little confusing. But bear with me
The car screeched around the corner, and Ayla froze at the crosswalk. Maybe they were drunk or high on something. Or maybe they were just running late, but whatever there excuse they didn’t see her. Her mind screamed at her to run, or just to do something, but here body couldn’t.
They weren’t stopping. They’re going to hit me, she realized. Ayla’s heart thudded in her chest, as the car sped closer, an incoming death.
Her whole body tingled, lightening shot through her. The Avalon raced toward her like an arrow. She squeezed her eyes shut, and braced herself. But the impact never came.
The scent of exhaust burned her nose, and caused Ayla to open her eyes. Startled to see the underside of a car, she jolted and sat up. Luckily the car drove forward as she did, saving her from a nasty bump on the head. That car… it was going to hit me… I should be dead. She thought over and over, seeing the image of the car racing towards her.
“Oh my gosh!” And a thudding of feet on the asphalt brought a person into her view. “Are you ok? Did you get hit? What happened? The young man was frantic.
Black fuzzed around her vision, and Ayla swayed.
“Somebody help! I think she was hit!” His voice sounded distant, then more rushing of feet.
She couldn’t concentrate. Everything lacked clarity, it felt like a dream. More bodies appeared in front of her. Concerned brown eyes stared into her silver ones. Their lips formed a question.
Ayla wanted to tell them that she was fine, just tired, But her head was heavy. And the world, it kept spinning. She was so dizzy.
She finally managed in a mumble “Just tired…,” before she let the blackness roll over her. A welcome sleep.
She was being cradled in someone’s arms. Panic and fear filled the atmosphere. Ayla felt small, and was wrapped in warm blankets. Voices cried out, but Ayla could not understand them. Crying rang in her ears. It took a moment before she realized it was her. Why am I crying? She was utterly confused, what’s going on? It was a dream, she realized. It had the feel, but still felt more vivid then her normal dreams. That could have been due to her extreme exhaustion, or perhaps it was a fever dream. .Usually her dreams didn’t make sense at all – things like riding the magic school bus to a desert house at the bottom of the ocean, and finding her fifth grade teacher as a zombie. This dream, though… it felt familiar in a way. Maybe it was based on a movie she’d seen.
Things around her were pure chaos. Things were exploding, and she was disturbed by the noises. The woman, who carried Ayla looked down at her burden, shushing her with friendly hazel eyes.
Kristy had to get Ayla out of the hospital before she broke something important. Plus, antiseptic smell was making her head hurt. Ayla laid restlessly twitching, and obviously not having a peaceful sleep. This was causing her to fly out of out of control. Due to Ayla’s dominant blood line, Kristy-also of strong blood- was struggling to keep her from braking hospital equipment-or people.
Then finally the nurse came bustling in, and Kristy stood up.
“I would like to take my daughter home now” She said, putting emphasize on the now.
The red headed nurse frowned, “I don’t think that would be wise. We’d like to wait until she wakes up to question her.”
“There is no concussion, no broken bones or bruises, not even a scratch to suggest she may have been hit by a car or anything else for that matter. Am I correct?”
“Well yes but-“
“Then I’d like to take her home,” Kristy interrupted, impatiently. Which was uncharacteristic for her, but the smell and effort of controlling Ayla along with her stress had drained any patience. She needed to get them both out of there before she herself fainted from Power Overexertion.
Sighing the nurse said she’d go fetch the doctor. As Kristy waited she drummed her fingers on the table, listened to the ticking of the clock and the sounds of Ayla moving on the bed.
She had small beads of sweat on her forehead when at long last the Doctor walked in. He tried as the nurse had-unsuccessfully- to convince Kristy to leave Ayla at the hospital. She promised she’d bring her back in at the smallest sign of a problem. The nurse wheeled a groggy Ayla out to the car, and together the two women hauled her in.
Ayla was still disoriented, so Kristy let her be. The drive home was long with the continuing battle over Ayla’s powers. She decided as soon as Ayla was well, she’d tell her what she was. Or at least what she needed to know
This Is Part Of A Book I’m Writing, What Do You Think?
I’m only fifteen, and I’m still learning.
Any constructive criticism is appreciated
**Please, DONT steal my work. Use your own brain.
Also there may be spots that say ” I ”
Those are originally in italics.
This is about the second chapter, so it may be a little confusing. But bear with me
The car screeched around the corner, and Ayla froze at the crosswalk. Maybe they were drunk or high on something. Or maybe they were just running late, but whatever there excuse they didn’t see her. Her mind screamed at her to run, or just to do something, but here body couldn’t.
They weren’t stopping. They’re going to hit me, she realized. Ayla’s heart thudded in her chest, as the car sped closer, an incoming death.
Her whole body tingled, lightening shot through her. The Avalon raced toward her like an arrow. She squeezed her eyes shut, and braced herself. But the impact never came.
The scent of exhaust burned her nose, and caused Ayla to open her eyes. Startled to see the underside of a car, she jolted and sat up. Luckily the car drove forward as she did, saving her from a nasty bump on the head. That car… it was going to hit me… I should be dead. She thought over and over, seeing the image of the car racing towards her.
“Oh my gosh!” And a thudding of feet on the asphalt brought a person into her view. “Are you ok? Did you get hit? What happened? The young man was frantic.
Black fuzzed around her vision, and Ayla swayed.
“Somebody help! I think she was hit!” His voice sounded distant, then more rushing of feet.
She couldn’t concentrate. Everything lacked clarity, it felt like a dream. More bodies appeared in front of her. Concerned brown eyes stared into her silver ones. Their lips formed a question.
Ayla wanted to tell them that she was fine, just tired, But her head was heavy. And the world, it kept spinning. She was so dizzy.
She finally managed in a mumble “Just tired…,” before she let the blackness roll over her. A welcome sleep.
She was being cradled in someone’s arms. Panic and fear filled the atmosphere. Ayla felt small, and was wrapped in warm blankets. Voices cried out, but Ayla could not understand them. Crying rang in her ears. It took a moment before she realized it was her. Why am I crying? She was utterly confused, what’s going on? It was a dream, she realized. It had the feel, but still felt more vivid then her normal dreams. That could have been due to her extreme exhaustion, or perhaps it was a fever dream. .Usually her dreams didn’t make sense at all – things like riding the magic school bus to a desert house at the bottom of the ocean, and finding her fifth grade teacher as a zombie. This dream, though… it felt familiar in a way. Maybe it was based on a movie she’d seen.
Things around her were pure chaos. Things were exploding, and she was disturbed by the noises. The woman, who carried Ayla looked down at her burden, shushing her with friendly hazel eyes.
Kristy had to get Ayla out of the hospital before she broke something important. Plus, antiseptic smell was making her head hurt. Ayla laid restlessly twitching, and obviously not having a peaceful sleep. This was causing her to fly out of out of control. Due to Ayla’s dominant blood line, Kristy-also of strong blood- was struggling to keep her from braking hospital equipment-or people.
Then finally the nurse came bustling in, and Kristy stood up.
“I would like to take my daughter home now” She said, putting emphasize on the now.
The red headed nurse frowned, “I don’t think that would be wise. We’d like to wait until she wakes up to question her.”
“There is no concussion, no broken bones or bruises, not even a scratch to suggest she may have been hit by a car or anything else for that matter. Am I correct?”
“Well yes but-“
“Then I’d like to take her home,” Kristy interrupted, impatiently. Which was uncharacteristic for her, but the smell and effort of controlling Ayla along with her stress had drained any patience. She needed to get them both out of there before she herself fainted from Power Overexertion.
Sighing the nurse said she’d go fetch the doctor. As Kristy waited she drummed her fingers on the table, listened to the ticking of the clock and the sounds of Ayla moving on the bed.
She had small beads of sweat on her forehead when at long last the Doctor walked in. He tried as the nurse had-unsuccessfully- to convince Kristy to leave Ayla at the hospital. She promised she’d bring her back in at the smallest sign of a problem. The nurse wheeled a groggy Ayla out to the car, and together the two women hauled her in.
Ayla was still disoriented, so Kristy let her be. The drive home was long with the continuing battle over Ayla’s powers. She decided as soon as Ayla was well, she’d tell her what she was. Or at least what she needed to know
