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Dive into an engaging and comprehensible journey through the principles that govern the economy. Build a solid foundation in economics, from basic concepts to the latest trends.

Can you explain why you're the person they need to hire? Employers ask you 100 different interview questions...but what they really want to know is, "Why should we hire you?" If you get interviews but you don't get the job, you have not explained that to them.This is the audiobook that will show you how to use your answers to get the job.

In the eerie depths of the human psyche lie dormant fears, lurking in the shadows of our subconscious. "Little Nightmares: Fears & Phobias" invites you to delve into the chilling abyss of terror, where the darkness whispers secrets known only to those brave enough to confront their deepest nightmares.

Most careers unfold accidentally, haphazardly, and with too much serendipity. That means lost traction, lost years, and lost opportunities. But your career doesn't have to be that way! Career on Course unpacks the ten steps that will take your career from accidental to intentional.

Reginald T. Fox is the town's resident gravedigger. He's their only gravedigger. But when he gets into an altercation with the Sheriff, he decides to head for the grander location of San Francisco. Reginald is given a job on the cemetery maintenance team which is a big city phrase for gravedigger, by the person in charge of such things - Samuel Seacroft. He is even given his own room in a building designated for city workers.

Short Story Grab Bag is a collection of eleven diversified short stories set primarily in the coal fields of Southwestern Pennsylvania and the towns and mining communities located therein. The characters run the gambit from likeable and innocent to the extreme opposite. The time frame covers the 1950s to the present day. If you like variety in your literature, pull up a chair and enjoy the buffet.

Folkloric, Tales of Folklore & Horror is a collection of 16 terrifying tales, drenched in ritual, superstition, and myth. Featuring stories from authors all around the world, this anthology delves into the dark traditions of ages past, and the uncanny sources that inspired them.

The harrowing saga of Nicky Negron’s tortured soul continues as the inner and outer demons shadowing Newark, New Jersey’s undead vigilante have no intention of letting him rest in peace. Knowing his paranormal existence can only lead to complications, Nicky tries not to draw too much attention to himself. This becomes difficult as he learns that he has captured the interest of an unrelenting federal agent.

As five friends travel through the isolated California desert towards a popular music festival, their trip is interrupted thanks to our modern world's ever-evolving state of technology... Stranded and alone needing to recharge their electric vehicle. When the group of teenagers settle on a remote parking lot in the middle of nowhere, it isn't only a charging station they find. They also uncover pure, unrelenting evil. Hiding in the shadows is a maniac. Searching endlessly and without discrimination for victims to satisfy a hunger, viciously hunting down anyone that comes near.

After years of alcoholism, 40-year-old Jack Rollins is discovered passed out at Stony Mountain Park by the old friends Alonzo and Alonzo's Uncle Lewis. Alonzo and Lewis are Park Rangers. After helping Jack detox, Alonzo, and Lewis get him a job as well. Before Jack even puts on his Ranger uniform, Alonzo and Lewis take him deep into the woods to a log cabin, where Jack is introduced to a 600-lb talking black bear named Raymond.

A tragic anti-hero, Nicky is haunted by profound loss. When his life is cut short due to an unforeseen event at the Ritz-Carlton, it results in a public sex scandal for his surviving family. He then rises from the dead to become a night stalker with a genetic resistance that enables him to retain his humanity, still valuing his family whilst also struggling to somehow maintain a sense of normalcy.

Frane Lewis enjoyed another sadistic shiver as he moved up the narrow passageway to the captain's control room. To his flared nostrils, the warm, moist air of the small space freighter was still heavy with the smell of death. A psychiatrist could have told him that this was a neural confusion of olfactory sensation with the perverted emotional excitement of murder. But no physician ever attended Frane's murders, except at inquests.

You must understand that Palmer loved his wife as much as ever, or he would never have thought of his simple little scheme at all. It was entirely for her own good, as he had told himself a dozen times in the past day. And with that, he stilled whatever qualms of conscience he might otherwise have had. He didn't think of himself as being something of a murderer. Life here had been wonderful, incredibly satisfying. At least it had been that way for him. And now it would be the same way for his wife as well.

It was well after dark when Matt Matthews got back down to the headquarters camp, and saw the city stranger sitting there before the fire. He knew he was a city man after a single glance at the shiny, low-topped shoes and the reminiscence of a crease in the dusty trousers. Matt tossed the gophers and the two small coyotes off his broad shoulders to old Moe Arhelger, across the campfire, staring in suspicious silence from the stranger to Moe and back again. "Who's he?" he asked finally.

The Queen of Space written by Joseph Slotkin: Helen LaTour had the best hip wriggle in galactic Burleyque. In fact, it was so good she hipped herself smack into another dimension! I was relaxin' with my second Plutonian Stinger in the dignified atmosphere of Charley's Venusian Retreat when there was this strange noise outside the dive, like a flock of hot jets hittin' the atmosphere. Right after a character comes bustin' through the door.

Their dream and goal had always been to explore and discover land unknown by white men, the land that lay within the territory known as New Spain or Spanish Louisiana, land that had been known as French Louisiana and that had only known the presence of Spanish Conquistadors and a few French voyageurs or coureurs des bois. Now, with their new wives, Gabe and Ezra set out to discover and explore the mountains and wild country to the North, land that was full of mystery and tales of the natives that told of indescribable wonders.

By any measure, they would be considered old-timers in the mountains of the uncharted territory. The two old-timers were young men that had spent the last two years in that uncharted territory and had taken women from the Shoshone people as their brides. But when renegade coureurs des bois of the Hudson’s Bay Company and trappers of the Northwest company decide to abandon the fur companies and seek their fortune by raiding the native villages, the two young friends and their women stand in their way.

Writing stories was hard work - unless Fred had a typewriter like "Reggie" that could write by itself! Nonsense? Fred agreed until he met the plagiarist from Rigel IV. I bought the typewriter in a pawn shop on Third Avenue. The pawn shop proprietor was a balding old man with a walrus mustache. "How much?" I asked him. "Five dollars," he said casually.

If there had ever been a time when Ollie Keith hadn't been hungry, it was so far in the past that he couldn't remember it. He was hungry now as he walked through the alley, his eyes shifting lusterlessly from one heap of rubbish to the next. He was hungry through and through, all 140 pounds of him, the flesh distributed so gauntly over his tall frame that, in spots, it seemed about to wear through, as his clothes had. That it hadn't done so in 42 years sometimes struck Ollie as in the nature of a miracle.

He stared with fascination at a heap of newspapers spread out on the corner stand. He could guess the purpose of these layers of white sheets covered with black or red symbols, but he could not yet interpret them, and he had no idea whether anyone had seen or reported his ship. It was almost certain that someone had observed a shooting star, but the chances were very much against any observation having been made of the star’s slow, dark drift to Earth.