Title: Thus Spake Zarathustra Author: Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche File Type: Mobi Subject:Philosophy Description:When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at last his heart changed,--and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he went before the sun, and spake thus unto it: Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou shinest! For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave: thou wouldst have wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for me, mine eagle, and my serpent. But we awaited thee every morning, took from thee thine overflow and blessed thee for it. Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it. I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches. Therefore must I descend into the deep: as thou doest in the evening, when thou goest behind the sea, and givest light also to the nether-world, thou exuberant star! Like thee must I GO DOWN, as men say, to whom I shall descend. Bless me, then, thou tranquil eye, that canst behold even the greatest happiness without envy! Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow golden out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of thy bliss! Lo! This cup is again going to empty itself, and Zarathustra is again going to be a man. Thus began Zarathustra's down-going.

Title: The Lake Author: Richard Laymon File Type: Mobi Subject:Horror Description:From Publishers WeeklyWhen Laymon (_Island_, etc.) died in 2001, he left behind numerous unpublished novels that Leisure has been issuing. This one is good but not great, combining the savagery of his earlier work (_Beast House_, etc.) with the spooky wonder of his later books (_The Traveling Vampire Show_, etc.). As the story begins, we see Candyman, a serial killer, at work, then observe teen Deana West watch in horror as her boyfriend is mowed down by a car—driven by Candyman? The narrative then flashes back 20 years to a summer Deanas mother, Leigh, spent in rural Wisconsin; this, the strongest section, details eerie, erotic nighttime forays by Leigh and her lover, a weird local boy, that result in the boys accidental death. Back in the present, Leigh gets involved with a cop whos a wolf in sheeps clothing, and she and Deana, whos taken to nighttime jogging and who herself gets involved with a mysterious neighbor and his odd, psychic sister, are menaced by the driver of the car that killed Deanas boyfriend. The plot is too complicated, although Laymon does tie all the strands up in a messy knot; but what counts here, as usual for Laymon, is the white-hot pacing, the rivers of blood (which will dismay mainstream readers) and, above all, the memorable evocation of the fathomless mystery of the moonlit hours. br Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. Review“White-hot pacing (with) rivers of blood… memorable evocation of the fathomless mystery of the moonlit hours.” —_Publishers Weekly on The Lake_“If you’ve missed Laymon, you’ve missed a treat!”  —Stephen King“No one writes like Laymon.” —Dean Koontz“The master of stomach-churning violence.” —_Kirkus_“Laymon is, was, and always will be king of the hill.” —_Horror World_