Carl W. Bosch

I’m looking for this damn waterfall. I know it’s been dry this autumn, but it’s supposed to be here. You’d think it would be easy to...

Three divorces; the first amicable, the next two contentious. Money-hungry bitches. And back then, he had a little. Money that is. Not...

“Miriam, may I call you Miriam, Miss Steiner?” Alfred Temple, the manager of the amusement park, asked, semi-politely. His voice was...

Nine is a curious number. Not neat like ten, not balanced like eight. Nine is restless. It hangs at the edge, waiting for the fall into...

Warning, spoiler alert. Read this book only if you dare.  I mean this in all sincerity.  If you are a fan of history, interpretive...