6 Results for : retch
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Retch
Retch ab 13.99 € als Taschenbuch: . Aus dem Bereich: Bücher, Taschenbücher, Romane & Erzählungen,- Shop: hugendubel
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All Retch and No Vomit
All Retch and No Vomit ab 14.49 € als Taschenbuch: . Aus dem Bereich: Bücher, English, International, Englische Taschenbücher,- Shop: hugendubel
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Jurassic Galaxy
In einer nicht allzu fernen Zukunft stürzt das Raumschiff "Galileo" auf einem kargen, unwirtlichen Planeten ab, irgendwo in den Tiefen des Raums. Die einzige Chance für die Crew zu entkommen besteht darin, das weit entfernt niedergegangene Rettungs-Shuttle erreichen. Doch sie sind auf dem Planeten nicht allein: Blutrünstige Dinosaurier treiben hier ihr Unwesen! Auf ihrem gefährlichen Weg treffen sie zudem auf den mysteriösen Retch, der dort schon vor vielen Jahren gestrandet ist. Er scheint sich geistig zurückentwickelt zu haben und schon bald zeigt sich, dass der Planet selbst die Ursache dafür zu sein scheint...- Shop: buecher
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The Horse in My Garage and Other Stories , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 341min
The Horse in My Garage and Other Stories is a hilarious addition to Patrick F. McManus’s existing work in humor. The author weighs in on his childhood, everyday life, and outdoor tales with his typical exaggerated commentary that will elicit a belly laugh from all types of listeners. Read about the antics of Patrick’s friends Rancid Crabtree and Retch Sweeney in such stories as “Shaping Up for the Hunt” and “Bear Hunters”. McManus plays off the recent obsession with hoarders in his surprising story “The Lady Who Kept Things”. In the titular story, meet Patrick’s horse, Huckleberry, and enjoy the experience of all the problems that come along with owning your own horse - or keeping him in the garage. Other great stories include “Catch-And-Eaters”, about the importance of a forked stick when fishing; “$7000 TV Historical Extravaganza”, a look at one director’s loose interpretation of historical accuracy and political correctness; “A Lake Too Far”, concerning the woes of Patrick and his wife, Bun, on a fateful birding trip in Australia; and “Chicken Chronicles”, which involves Patrick’s memory of wandering around naked in the chicken yard when guests came to call. So pull up a chair, sit back, and enjoy laughing to the hilarious adventures of Patrick F. McManus in The Horse in My Garage and Other Stories. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Sean Pratt. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/adbl/008529/bk_adbl_008529_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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The Devil Drives a '66: And Other Stories , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 36min
It was all too much — the car that had been buried for 52 years yet started right up, the flashback to the 1960s and the ghostly girl, the bugs the size of dogs whose stench filled the cab and caused me to retch. I gripped the door handle instantly — even as the little chrome knob dropped, locking me in. Then we were accelerating — abruptly, powerfully — whipping around the cars in front of us and blasting through the intersection: the girl vanishing, just winking out of existence, the bugs making a sound like crickets but magnified a hundred fold — the V-8 (or whatever it was) roaring.Yes — yes, James. Want this, we do…. Want it! Want it!Right there, James. The infestation. Do it!But I wasn’t driving. No, I could see that wasn’t true: My foot was on the pedal just as sure as my hands were on the wheel. And that foot dipped suddenly even as the skateboarder came into view — his eyes widening, his free leg kicking — so that he disappeared into an alley even as we exploded past — fishtailing to a halt in the middle of the road, where the high-compression engine sputtered and the glass packs rumbled — before my foot once again hit the gas and we tore after him, burning rubber.And then we were bearing down upon the kid, as he kicked and kicked furiously and glanced at us over his shoulder. As I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the bug-things leaning forward (as though in anticipation). As I fought whatever impulse had taken oven my limbs and partially succeeded — too late.There was a thud-crunch! as he vanished beneath the hood — and the car bucked violently, as though I’d driven over a curb. I ground the brakes, glancing in the mirror — saw him tumble after us like a bag of litter. Only then, after I’d come to a complete stop, did it occur to me: I could see out the back window. The bugs were gone. The kid, meanwhile, was still alive — good God! — and thus it wasn’t too late; I could still help him, still save him.Yes, ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Jeremy Frazier. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/218468/bk_acx0_218468_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Sazerac Blues (eBook, ePUB)
First in an all-new suspense series! Here's an excerpt: Around the sides of the thick brown leather, Ash O'Malley made out a fleshy chin and thinning, brown hair threaded with gray covered in a thin layer of dirt and debris. She back-pedaled along the narrow strip of the path shed just traipsed down, losing her balance as she registered her boot print on the poor man's now-crushed his nose. She made a noise that sounded somewhere between a gag and a scream as she clutched her chest. This could not be happening. Not today. Then, his image clicked in her mind. She recognized the man, and her midsection rolled, pitched, and somersaulted over itself. She rose from her rump and crab-crawled, her hands plopping into her own footfalls, clearly visible next to several other tracks in the boggy soil. The man…the obviously dead man was Dr. Cockcroft, director of the Audubon Society. And now she'd stepped on her dead almost boss. "Nope, this cannot be happening," she whispered. She closed her eyes and pinched herself. A soft breeze brushed her overheated skin and the faint sounds of sluggish water siphoned through the tangled thoughts careening through Ash's head, bringing a much-needed stillness. She forced herself to look at the scene in front of her. Dr. Cockcroft lay half-buried in a slight ditch just off the pathway. Besides his trodden face-she winced and suppressed the urge to gag-he was bruised and bloody. Like he'd fallen from a great height. And his scalp, mangled…Ash stumbled even as her gaze searched out more potential cottonmouths. Seeing none, she gave in to her desire and fell forward to retch up the gumbo she'd eaten that morning-the gumbo she'd saved so she'd have a good meal to start her day.She kicked her feet into the dirt, struggling for purchase before she shot back the way she'd come, not unlike a sprinter. She fumbled for her phone, dirt and grit coating her hip as she struggled to pull it from her pants pocket.Her fingers shook but she managed to press 9-1-1. Her breath broke in a sob as the operator answered."A-a b-body. There's a dead body."She slid down the mangrove's trunk, heedless of its short, painful barbs digging through her blouse and into her skin. Her butt hit the boggy soil and harder roots and she winced, unable to take her eyes off the man. Ash forced herself to listen to the dispatcher's questions. She ignored the faint hum of gathering insects as they closed in around her sweat-drenched form. She closed her burning, too-dry eyes, unwilling to watch the bugs land on Dr. Cockcroft's exposed face. Ash understood the circle of life but that didn't mean she wanted to witness it this close up. She gave her location, head bent, forehead to her knees, phone mashed to her ear. Her fingertips tingled and her body felt heavy, biological responses to the scare. She stared at a leaf, a perfect specimen, and wondered idly if she was going into shock.- Shop: buecher
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