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The Revenant

Author : Michael Punke
ISBN : 9781250066633
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NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A thrilling tale of betrayal and revenge set against the nineteenth-century American frontier, the astonishing story of real-life trapper and frontiersman Hugh Glass The year is 1823, and the trappers of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company live a brutal frontier life. Hugh Glass is among the company’s finest men, an experienced frontiersman and an expert tracker. But when a scouting mission puts him face-to-face with a grizzly bear, he is viciously mauled and not expected to survive. Two company men are dispatched to stay behind and tend to Glass before he dies. When the men abandon him instead, Glass is driven to survive by one desire: revenge. With shocking grit and determination, Glass sets out, crawling at first, across hundreds of miles of uncharted American frontier. Based on a true story, The Revenant is a remarkable tale of obsession, the human will stretched to its limits, and the lengths that one man will go to for retribution.

The Revenant

Author : Michael Punke
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A story of survival on the American frontier chronicles the exploits of fur trapper Hugh Glass, who is attacked by a grizzly bear and left for dead by his fellow trappers, but survives and treks through the wilderness to seek justice.

Revenant

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View our feature on Phaedra Weldon’s Revenant. The smart, sassy, single, and "highly original" (#1 New York Times bestselling author Patricia Briggs) Zoë Martinique is back- and she's seeking clues on the other side... Zoë Martinique's life hasn't been ordinary for quite awhile. First she developed the ability to travel outside her body at will-where she encountered some seriously weird things. Things that left her with powers that she didn't really want or need. Still, a person can get used to almost anything- even being a Wraith. Though more often than not, it plays serious havoc with her love life. But for once, Zoë is glad of her abilities. Bodies are showing up all over Atlanta, drained of blood. They're beings from another astral plane, called Revenants-and they're being stalked by her old enemy, the Phantasm. The Revenants are hardly the nicest of creatures-but to preserve the cosmic balance, Zoë will need to put everything on the line to save them... About the Author Phaedra Weldon was born in Florida and attended Georgia Southern University from where she launched a career in the graphics arts field. She began writing at the age of 10, reworking the endings of her favorite television shows, especially such classic favorites as Scooby Doo. She has had short fiction published in a number of anthologies and online sites. She lives with her husband and daughter in Atlanta, Georgia. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Superman makes this shit look easy. Flying, I mean. Just points his beefy hand out with a mighty fist and away he goes. Up, up, up. I do the same and crash into— through—and past a building. I guess this is a good thing since I don’t actually break anything in the process. No bones or concrete. Though that last condo I blasted through had some seriously questionable stuff happening in that middle unit—was that a cato’- nine-tails I saw? I tumbled out and put the brakes on, backpedaling in midair as I concentrated on the darkened world, looking for the telltale signs of the Fetch I’d been chasing. What’s a Fetch? Hell if I knew. The only intel I’d been given was that if I could catch them easily, I would graduate from grasshopper to padawan. Yes. I know. Mixing media here. It’s good practice, going after the small baddies. Gets me in shape for the big baddies, right? What I did know about Fetches was what I’d read in the Dioscuri notes the Society of Ishmael had let me read. Was still reading. Nasty little suckers. Really nothing more than a stray bit of Abysmal essence discarded by its creator. They were a lot like Daemons, brought into existence to spy or do icky things. Some were used as assassins. They weren’t given forms like me or you—but left naked in a way so they could blend into their environment. This one’d been made out of office supplies—like an Office Depot transformer. And every time it’d gone through a wall, its accouterments had been ripped off, and then it’d pulled whatever else was nearby to itself, giving it form again. Last time I checked—this one was made of toilet paper—two-ply. Oh—let me explain. My name’s Zoë—and you’d think I’d get tired of reintroducing myself. But see—I never know where people join the adventure. Or tragedy. Depends on how you look at it. Martinique. Last name. I’m a twentysomething former retail salesgirl turned Wraith. Wraith. That’s what I am. All because—and let me make sure I got this straight in my own head—I was born an Irin, the child of an angel, and was touched by the Abysmal plane. Got that? Good, ’cause I ain’t repeating it. “Hey—lover—” came a deep voice to my left. A voice that rightfully belonged to a detective I knew but was being used by my companion at the moment. I was hovering as I got my bearings, my arms crossed over my chest, and turned my head to take a look at my enemy, my nemesis, and the reason all this shit had happened to me. Let me introduce you to that part of the Abysmal plane I was touched by. The Archer. TC to me and my buddies. Trench Coat. That would be the bald guy with sunglasses hovering to my left. Not that he knew what would happen back then—or I. But apparently we’re irrevocably linked together in all sorts of oogy ways. Before he touched me, I could go out of body, or OOB as I called it. Astral projection. But then things changed—I changed when he marked me. I glanced at the light red hennalike tattoo of his handprint on my left wrist, could only imagine the streak of white in my otherwise-dark Latina hair. My being was now a miasma of both planes—existing as one. Mutt. This bastard next to me had kidnapped my mother’s soul. And then I lost my ability to OOB because of a spell my mom did when I was a child. Because of this, my dual soul split down the middle. And the evil half of me possessed the man I loved. Detective Daniel Frasier. Love. My . . . darker half drove him to do things against his nature. To kill. And enjoy it. The consequence of that was madness—and an undying passion to kill me. He tried, but killed his captain instead. Kenneth Cooper. That’s when I started seeing the skulls. Death masks. I’d seen them before—on people—when they were about to die. Now I saw them on everyone. I didn’t go out much anymore. Not in the daylight. I didn’t want to see them. Not anymore. A week later, I learned I no longer needed to go OOB to go Wraith. And Archer was there. Waiting on me. Daniel was insane and committed to an asylum. Out of state. Away from me. That’s my life experience. Getting one’s heart ripped out and stomped on a few times. Oh yeah—and condemning one’s soul. Oh—but we haven’t confirmed that one yet. That whole condemnation thing. Seems to be one of those vague provisos in small print. In a language nobody speaks anymore. Except for Rhonda. And a guy named Dags. Dags. No, no, no . . . not going there. That boy is gone. Out of the city. Out of my life. No thoughts to him. Nope. No, sireeee. I moved a good one hundred feet or so above the reconstruction of the Bank of America Building. I sort of blew it up a month or so ago when I rejoined with my darker half. The Abysmal part of me. The media said it was a tornado. Man . . . my life’s so screwed up. Most women when they have a bad day throw clothes all over the floor. Me? I screw with construction. Can’t say it wasn’t my fault. Because it was. TC moved closer to me, dressed in a long black trench coat, drivers’ gloves, and dark glasses, hovering eye level with me. Vin Diesel—with a smirk. “I lost it.” His smirk deepened. “Because you’re not looking.” He pointed past me to my right. “There.” I turned my entire body, my wings working independently to keep me afloat in the air. I saw it, an iridescent paper-covered blob moving below us, back into the building. I dove down after it, managed to go incorporeal long enough to move through * the building’s walls, then through * the offices, right on its tail. Stay with it, TC said in my head. That was getting annoying. One of these little new things that kept cropping up since rejoining with my Horror self. Oh . . . might need to explain that too, huh? Maniacal laughter echoed through the halls. Uh, hold that thought. Wasn’t sure if the laughter belonged to the Fetch—or something else. The little fucker blasted past me and through a door at the end of a long hall. I willed myself forward, imagining myself as a bullet, and sieved easily through the door. Wood. Easier. Though . . . I always felt like I needed to pick splinters out of my teeth afterward. I stopped abruptly. The thing wasn’t moving—just hovering in the center of some schmuck’s office. A piece of toilet paper fell from its body and drifted to the floor. In the darkness, the Fetch glowed a soft aqua green through the paper. Usually, whatever it attaches to itself forms into some sort of face—and this one was no exception. The paper looked as if it’d been moistened and molded into some old bald guy with a look of surprise. Made me think of a sand sculpture on the beach. A beat later, I realized the face wasn’t looking at me, but up at a point above my head. It looked as if it wanted to scream, to bolt out of there—but it was frozen in place. Every Wraithy hair on my back and arms shot up as I was overcome with the freaky factor— There was something behind me. Above me. Something this Fetch was so scared of it couldn’t move. TC— *Get out of there! * came his reply in my head—his response so loud I felt it reverberate against my skull. I turned just as something struck the side of my head, the force sending me to the right of the Fetch and into the wall—oops—I’d forgotten to go incorporeal. But then—I was a little preoccupied with whatever it was that’d just knocked the shit out of me. I landed on top of the office-desk bureau, doing some serious damage to the wood, then bounced forward onto the wheeled chair, which popped out from under me. I settled on the floor with a cracking thud. Ow. Laughter filled the awkward silence after my ten-scoring nosedive, closely followed by the scream of the Fetch. How did I know it was the Fetch screaming? I’d popped off a few of them. There is nothing more disarming than their cry of pain. Imagine taking a million nails and pulling them down a chalkboard. Your hair standing on end now? That’s what I heard as I moaned and righted myself, feeling my wings pull in and vanish. I could tell from the dark charcoal color of my taloned hands I was still Wraith—sans flight apparatus. Twisting my neck to the left and right, I started to push myself up from behind the desk. “Stay down!” TC yelled, and the mental force of his warning yanked me back into a crouch. I sensed that the Archer was in the same room—and peered up over the side of the desk as I heard the sound of scuffling. For me, seeing at night was the same as seeing in the day—only with the added shadows and wispiness. I could see TC wrestling in midair with— My eyes bugged out. *What the hell is * that? From what I could see, he was doing an alligator death roll in midair with—red hair? Standing up to my full height—which is nothing to sneeze at—I moved closer, waiting for the opportunity to wail on the big red hair ball. Seriously—it looked like the comic character Dawn’s red hair had walked off her head and was attacking Vin Diesel, wrapping itself around his neck, his body, his arms and hands. But he wasn’t exactly losing though. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, yanking the hair out by its roots. Of course when he let go of it as if to throw...

Lord Grizzly

Author : Frederick Manfred
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American frontiersman Hugh Glass, left to die in the hostile mountain wilderness, journeys two hundred miles in search of revenge

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The Revenant: A Novel by Michael Punke | Conversation Starters Limited Time Offer: $3.99 ($4.99) Hugh Glass was a frontiersman, fur trapper, scout, explorer, and hunter. But he was known best for his encounter with a grizzly bear, and surviving. In The Revenant, the story of Glass' ill-fated expedition with General Ashley's men is described. He was mauled by a grizzly bear and left for dead by his comrades. General Ashley left two men behind to bury him when he died, but they robbed him, not just of his possessions but of any chance to survive in the wilderness. Glass overcame all odds and survived until he was able to return to the white areas, thoughts of revenge fuelling on his desire to survive. This book is as much a story of survival as it is of revenge. A Brief Look Inside: EVERY GOOD BOOK CONTAINS A WORLD FAR DEEPERthan the surface of its pages. The characters and its world come alive, and even after the last page of the book is closed,the story still lives on, inciting questions and curiosity.Conversation Starters is peppered with questions designed tobring us beneath the surface of the pageand invite us into this world that continues to lives on. These questions can be used to... Create Hours of Conversation: * Foster a deeper understanding of the book* Promote an atmosphere of discussion for groups* Assist in the study of the book, either individually or corporately* Explore unseen realms of the book as never seen beforeDisclaimer: This book you are about to enjoy is an independent resource to supplement the original book, enhancing your experience of The Revenant. If you have not yet purchased a copy of the original book, please do before purchasing this unofficial Conversation Starters.Download your copy today for a Limited Time Discount: $3.99 ($4.99) Read it on your PC, Mac, iOS or Android smartphone, tablet and Kindle devices.

Last Stand

Author : Michael Punke
ISBN : 0061914525
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THE EPIC TRUE STORY OF THE AMERICAN BUFFALO—BY MICHAEL PUNKE, THE AUTHOR OF THE REVENANT, NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE STARRING LEONARDO DICAPRIO In the last three decades of the nineteenth century, an American buffalo herd once numbering 30 million animals was reduced to twelve. It was the era of Manifest Destiny, a Gilded Age that treated the West as nothing more than a treasure chest of resources to be dug up or shot down. The buffalo in this world was a commodity, hounded by legions of swashbucklers and unemployed veterans seeking to make their fortunes. Supporting these hide hunters, even buying their ammunition, was the U.S. Army, which considered the eradication of the buffalo essential to victory in its ongoing war on Native Americans. Into that maelstrom rode young George Bird Grinnell. A scientist and a journalist, a hunter and a conservationist, Grinnell would lead the battle to save the buffalo from extinction. Fighting in the pages of magazines, in Washington's halls of power, and in the frozen valleys of Yellowstone, Grinnell and his allies sought to preserve an icon from the grinding appetite of Robber Baron America. Grinnell shared his adventures with some of the greatest and most infamous characters of the American West—from John James Audubon and Buffalo Bill to George Armstrong Custer and Theodore Roosevelt (Grinnell's friend and ally). A strikingly contemporary story, the saga of Grinnell and the buffalo was the first national battle over the environment. In Grinnell's legacy is the birth of the conservation movement as a potent political force.

The Revenant The Bestselling Book That Inspired The Award Winning Movie

Author : Michael Punke
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Winner of 3 OSCARS including BEST DIRECTOR and BEST ACTOR Winner of 5 BAFTAS including Best Actor, Best Director and Best Film Winner of the 2016 Golden Globes for Best Motion Picture – Drama, Best Actor – Drama, and Best Director

Revenant A Novel Of Revenge 9781250066633

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The Saga Of Hugh Glass

Author : John Myers Myers
ISBN : 0803258348
Genre : Biography & Autobiography
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Before his most fabulous adventure (celebrated by John G. Neihardt in The Song of Hugh Glass and by Frederick Manfred in Lord Grizzly), Hugh Glass was captured by the buccaneer Jean Lafitte and turned pirate himself until his first chance to escape. Soon he fell prisoner to the Pawnees and lived for four years as one of them before he managed to make his way to St. Louis. Next he joined a group of trappers to open up the fur-rich, Indian-held territory of the Upper Missouri River. Then unfolds the legend of a man who survived under impossible conditions: robbed and left to die by his comrades, he struggled alone, unarmed, and almost mortally wounded through two thousand miles of wilderness.

Jim Bridger Mountain Man

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Chronicles the life of the American fur trader and pioneer whose discovery of the Great Salt Lake led to Western expansion and settlement

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