35 Results for : nostrils
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Black Blood: A Steampunk Tale of Horror , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 14min
What happens when a pursuer can’t be outdistanced, can’t be misled, and can’t be killed. Lark, a city scout, must confront those questions when the demonic creation of the dark scientist Baer Bore sets his sights on him. Can steam and powder overcome the flesh of a hound that cannot die? N. Jacob Wright’s brilliant pacing and steampunk sensibilities make this tale as intriguing as it is horrifying. Why the beast had chosen him and his horse the scout didn’t know. He knew only that like those before him the beast could not be killed by even the most well placed of shots. His only hope was that the metal wonder he rode could outdistance the flesh and bones of his pursuer and that he could make sure the trail stayed cold once it had been lost. “Easy does it girl. “ Smoke billowed from the nostrils of the creature as each hoof ricocheted with a loud ting off the rocks it galloped on. That was something he always loved about this model and that had drawn him to purchase it the moment it was available. The smoke from its nose was so impending, so final. It made him feel like every search across the crags was on a mission that had to be completed at any cost, that lives hung in the balance, that all would be lost if he didn’t report back at the base in time. He smiled ruefully and watched his hands swivel with the joystick to keep the horse in a steady line. “Just a bit more girl.” He had to make it through to the gate that blocked the wildlife here from the rest of the world. This time, at least one life really did hang in the balance. The horse snorted again, letting out more steam so that it could stabilize the pressure at its core. Lark knew the pressure skyrocketed from the running, and he grinned with pride. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Jennifer Saucedo. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/020711/bk_acx0_020711_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Randolph , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 563min
Suddenly I become aware that I am sitting down. I have absolutely no recollection of where I might be. I can't remember where I was and what I was doing last. My eyes are still closed as I try to bring my mind into gear. There is a pungent smell drifting into my nostrils. It is not one I find particularly pleasant. I only struggle for a couple of seconds to place it. The recognition comes to me swiftly. It is the smell of pee. At that I open my eyes. I am on a bench in a park. I look to my left; because that is the direction the smell is originating from. Sitting next to me is a woman and she smells of pee. She is sitting maybe a foot over from me. She is looking at me with crystal clear blue eyes. Those appear to be her best asset. Her face is grubby with a mixture of ingrained dirt and exposure to the sun. Her smile is a toothy one, but I wish she wouldn't as the teeth she does have left are stained and chipped. She is much smaller than my five foot, 10-inch height, but she probably matches my 200 pound weight, at a guess. "I see water and trees." Her words startle me as she shoots out a stubby hand, cupped for a donation. This isn't the first time John Ford has come to, not knowing where he is. The previous time was several years ago, after he had been knocked down by a car. He woke up in hospital not knowing who he is or why he had been to Charlottesville. He still doesn't know. He has had to start his life afresh. The woman sends John on a mission, apparently to try to save a homeless hostel destined to be redeveloped. The hostel was gifted by Abraham Randolph. She guides John to other people who will help him on his quest. His journey takes him from downtown Manhattan to the middle of nowhere in New England. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Milt Bighley. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/099702/bk_acx0_099702_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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The La Brea Tar Pits: The History and Legacy of One of the World’s Most Famous Fossil Sites , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 90min
Even at a distance, the acrid stench of asphalt and sulfur singes the hairs of people’s nostrils, and when the blustering winds subside, the potent miasma lingers in the air. To the untrained eye, the La Brea Tar Pits seem to be nothing more than simply pools of thick, viscous black sludge, its obsidian-like surface bestrewn with an assortment of autumn leaves and dirt. Gooey methane bubbles spurt up periodically, shattering the glassy veneer of the grease-black lakes, and the shiny bubbles swell to varying sizes and wiggle from side to side before popping, the sticky collapse almost reminiscent of cracking open a chocolate molten lava cake.This black sludge might seem rather unremarkable after a few moments, as it appears to just sit there in its idle state, but in fact, the seemingly innocuous bubbles are symptomatic of the treacly dark substance lurking on the bottom of the pit. The pit’s contents have spelled the doom for a countless number of creatures both large and small, from legions of insects to mighty mastodons, mammoths, and snarling saber-toothed cats from the Pleistocene Era. Of course, this is what makes the area a natural landmark in the first place, and today the La Brea Tar Pits are considered by many scientists to be among the greatest finds in modern history. Technically, these lustrous lakes of ink-black, while branded “tar,” are in actuality pools of asphalt seeps that have remained in place for several millennia, gushing forth from a natural subterranean petroleum spring underneath the city of Los Angeles known as the “Salt Lake Oil Field.” Needless to say, the tar pits are a far cry from the glittering, crystalline ponds cooled by the shade of surrounding palm trees found throughout the City of Angels. Indeed, the pungent reek of asphalt, pulsing methane bubbles, and their hauntingly black surfaces, making it impossible to gauge the true depth of the asphalt abysses, should have seemingly served as clear deterrents to ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Bill Hare. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/179828/bk_acx0_179828_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Mandobasso
MandoBasso is a duo featuring Gunnar Biggs on bass and Bill Bradbury on mandolin. Biggs and Bradbury first came together as colleagues working on projects at both Palomar College and Cal State San Marcos. Biggs comes from a strong background in jazz and classical performance, Bradbury from a composition and computer music background. Their mutual love of Irish and traditional American music brought them together in this unique pairing of mandolin and bass. Mandobasso performances include arrangements of traditional music, new compositions, classical music, jazz and ragtime. 1. B'veld Bounce (Bradbury) A bouncy piece composed during a visit Bill made to his childhood home near Barneveld, NY. 2. Autumn Meditation (Bradbury) A quiet meditation written as the days grew shorter and the nights colder... 3. The Solstice Jig (Bradbury) Written after a late night jam around the time of the Winter Solstice. 4. Love is a Killing Thing (Traditional) An improvisation on a traditional Irish song of the same name, telling a tale of unrequited love. 5. Hope Springs Eternal/The Favorite Grandson (Bradbury) The opening/ending slow piece is dedicated to Bill's mother, Hope, and the faster middle piece is dedicated to her "favorite grandson," Bill's son Chase. Played on octave mandolin. 6. Zanesville Breakdown (Biggs) Zanesville is Gunnar's birthtown in southern Ohio. 7. Captain O'Kane (O'Carolan) A lovely piece written by the 18th Century Irish harper, Turlough O'Carolan, here given the MandoBasso treatment ... 8. Big Salt Creek (Biggs) Big Salt Creek is one of two creeks bordering Gunnar's father's childhood farm in southern Ohio. 9. Hands Free G (Biggs) A little loop action in G minor. 10. Buttermilk Falls (Bradbury) Buttermilk Falls is the beautiful park in Ithaca, NY where Bill married his soul mate. Dedicated with love to Dana. 11. Refrigerator Magnets (Bradbury) A fun little piece dedicated to MandoBasso's canine buddies, A.J., Koshi, Steve and M.O. 12. Augmented Waltz (Bradbury) This odd waltz meandering through three distant keys (G, B, Eb, an augmented triad) is rumored to have been discovered on an old 78 found in the attic of a mid-Western farmhouse. :-) Gunnar Biggs: 'There's a hazard growing up with a dad who's a music Phd & gifted French Horn player. I'm grateful that I was never pushed onto the path toward music - but rather, given the support and unbridled freedom to find my own way. Thanks mom and dad. 'I've been blessed with that same level of support for the last twenty-eight years with my wife Bonnie, the love of my life. Her gentle and loving spirit lifts me and the music and guides me throughout my days. 'Thanks to brother Bill for rattling me out of my esoteric jazz cage to discover the simple beauty of this music. Your compositional and technological prowess made this a true learning and growing experience for me. 'Thanks to Koshi and AJ for gifting me daily with the ability to enjoy the world through a different set of nostrils.' Bill Bradbury: 'Several years ago I came back to the mandolin after nearly 25 years, a homecoming of sorts as I first learned to play on my grandfather's mandolin (discovered in my grandmother's attic when I was 15). It's good to be back! Much gratitude to Gunnar for your encouragement, you challenged me to go places on the mandolin I wouldn't have imagined a couple of years ago and your consummate musicianship has been a great inspiration. Also thanks to the wonderful instructors at the Mandolin Symposium at UC Santa Cruz. And many thanks to my family for your support over the years: my parents Hope and Bill, siblings Jane, Laura and Dean, my extended family, and, especially, my wife Dana and our son Chase. Without you two my life just isn't complete, I'm blessed that you've chosen to share the journey with me...'- Shop: odax
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