Bøker av Ida Beyer

Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. One must grow up. But when The Princess of Kaupa, is married off to the King of the Theas. What seems to be a match made by the avaricious King of Kaupa, turns out to be a match made by the gods. Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. Or must they? * * *I tilt my head to look at him. I have tears in my eyes; one is running down my cold cheek. I see his eyes widen and him falling to his knees beside the tub. He grasps my left arm forcefully, his eyes wide with fear. "You will never have me..." My voice breaks, but I manage to force out the words that are edged in my mind, and in my heart."I curse you, everything you ever love shall die, everything you ever try shall fail, everything you ever wish for shall be denied you, my curse will ruin you, but the gods... the gods will end you..." I draw in a shaky breath, and gather the last of my strength."The gods are as sardonic as they are vengeful... You shall die by the hand of The Spirit Warrior..." In the few moments after I say those words, there is utter silence and the only thing I hear is the sound of my blood hitting the water in the tub, which is already painted red. I see him opening his mouth and yell at me, yelling my name, but I hear nothing. I close my eyes and I feel only the blood steadily dropping from my wrist."Put me in the same coffin..."

"Angel, I can't promise you I won't hurt you, I'm not a good man, and I'll truly hurt you some day, but until that day comes, I'll stay with you, and I won't let you go, no matter what. I'll keep you, protect you, I'll provide anything you should ever need, but there are things I can't promise, staying is one of them," * * *Pain is Jason's constant and only companion. It's the only thing he has ever known. He welcomes it, and trusts it like an old friend. If you feel pain, then at least you are alive. Most of the time, pain is the only thing Jason really feels.But, one happy accident hurls him off his destructive course. He is drawn to a woman, who truly needs his help. Can he bring her back to life? And in the process come to terms with the boy that he was? Will she show him the man that he could be? Or will he remain the monster that he is?

"Angel, I can't promise you I won't hurt you, I'm not a good man, and I'll truly hurt you some day, but until that day comes, I'll stay with you, and I won't let you go, no matter what. I'll keep you, protect you, I'll provide anything you should ever need, but there are things I can't promise, staying is one of them," * * *Pain is Jason's constant and only companion. It's the only thing he has ever known. He welcomes it, and trusts it like an old friend. If you feel pain, then at least you are alive. Most of the time, pain is the only thing Jason really feels.But, one happy accident hurls him off his destructive course. He is drawn to a woman, who truly needs his help. Can he bring her back to life? And in the process come to terms with the boy that he was? Will she show him the man that he could be? Or will he remain the monster that he is?

1951 - LiverpoolThere is more to the Liverpool based nurse Daisy than meets the eye. When a badly injured gangster that goes by the name of David Hall all but drops into her lap, it poses an opportunity she cannot turn away from. David Hall is used to being the sort of man people like to know, but hate to be friends with. Everyone keeps him at an arm's length because of what he is and what he does, but Daisy is different. David Hall is not the sort of man to do anything by halves and Daisy is not the sort of woman to do anything at all. In a world haunted by the memory of war, and where morality comes at a price most cannot pay - Can two people with two completely different lives, problems, and goals find their way together or will it drive them apart?

Sometimes, life just sort of hits you like one of those side-ways-flying-Bruce-Lee-kicks... But, in reality, life always hits you that way - just when you think you are safe, the trap door opens, and you find yourself dangling from the end of a rope, like a lame version of Pinocchio.Life happened to me that exact same way - I'm Ella, by the way. In the grand scheme of things, my problems aren't that big, but they are mine, and I hate them just the same.Join me as I tackle one of the worst forms of torture imaginable... Okay, maybe a little overdramatic, but I am trying to get you invested. Anyway, join me as I try to survive the dating market of the 21st century.It is going to be a wild ride - buckle the fuck up! You are coming with me.

Cora had turned her back on a life in Chicago to return to the comfort and quiet of the mountains she had once called home and an old flame she did not intend to reignite. Burdened by the life she had left behind in Chicago, Wilkesboro might just be what she needed to move on.But, when her past in Chicago catches up to her, she has to choose between running away and leaving her newfound life behind or staying and fighting for what she wants. You are a real Bearcat, aren't you?

Have you ever wondered; what happens when you die? What if you got a second chance? A chance you never expected to receive. What if you weren't done living? In Odessa Jones' case, she didn't expect her car's sudden collision with a stone fence to send her flying through the windshield of her car. She didn't expect the accident to send her flying all the way back to 1514 and into the arms of Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk. "I fell in love with the man, not the title," I say the words, dreading how they sound and dreading the response. "I... I can't lose all that I have built... I can't lose the King's friendship... So, if he asks it of me, I will marry his sister... I'm sorry," His words are hollow. He is avoiding the words I've just spoken. They hang in the air, waiting for a response that won't come. He ignored it. I told him, I'm in love with him, and he says... nothing. That is all I need to know. It is a stab in the heart. "No, I am; I have a track record of loving people who don't love me back....""Odessa, I..." I interrupt him. "You never once lied to me; I've always known here you loyalties lie... I still fell in love with you anyway, knowing in my heart you would never choose me, but I deserve to be loved, and if it means risking my own heart to find that, then I don't mind. Eventually, I will find it... Eventually, I will find love, and I don't care how many times it takes... I will open myself to heartbreak and pain, if only to feel what it is like to be loved, just once..." I pause for a second before I gather the bravery I need to finish my rant. "I will continue to try, once, twice, thrice... or however many times it takes,"

To all seamen and passengers, Greetings!Know ye, that this is a book is filled with tall tales, true stories, and accounts about a man who: -Were a child of war and post-war times, growing up in the outskirts of Denmark.-Sailed the seven seas, and explored the world.-Was a marine in precarious peacetimes and worked at Thule airbase in want of new adventures.Let it be known that he appeared within our royal domain, and has been duly inspected by ourselves and our royal staff. Therefore, he has been found worthy to be numbered as one of our trusty shellbacks and has been duly initiated into the solemn mysteries of the ancient order of the deep by: Davy Jones, his majesty's scribe And Neptunus Rex, Ruler of the raging main.

Cay dreams about becoming a warrior in the armies of Pathria. With his status as an orphan and a slave that dream can never become reality. Or can it?Suddenly Cay's lost identity recovered by chance, but accepting his rightful place in this world is not without sacrifice. Things and beings he once thought was no more than the stuff of legends are now a part of his past, and if he takes his rightful place in life, the place long decided by the gods, they will become a part of his future. The question is, will he be who he is destined to be? Will he walk in his father's footsteps? Or will he turn his back on who he truly is - A Spirit Warrior? * * *Rebecca just wants to be free. Free of expectations, free of prejudice, free of injustice and free of traditions. She wants to travel where her heart desires, but she is bound. She is bound to her mother and father who will decide for her, until she marries and then her husband can make decisions on her behalf. Such was the life of a woman, and such is the life of a woman. Such is her life, until she meets a Spirit Warrior who allows her to make her own decisions, her own choices. When Rebecca finds herself with the power to make choices that can change the course of her whole life, she falters. Will she be able to free herself of the fear that keeps her confined? And will she be able to choose the life that she really wants, instead of the life that everyone else wishes for her?

The Kingdom of Theas is thrown into turmoil when the throne is weakened by a terrible accident that sees Princess Gaia as next in line to the throne, which will be hers sooner rather than later. But, only if she can convince the nobles of Theas. Destiny now dictates where her place will be, but as it turns out, fate has a different opinion on the matter. Gaia will soon have to choose; what is truly important to her? Can she be the one to bring peace to Theas, not for a time, but permanently? Or will she have to give up her own ambitions to bring peace to Theas past, so someone else might bring peace to its feature? * * *"Men have had their time to shine; you are what the world needs now... Men have built Theas and torn it apart... Maybe a woman can make it prosper; a strong woman," I smile at my father, and he smiles back at me.He always did believe in me. I wish I could have the same faith in myself that he has in me."How do I become that?""That I cannot tell you, I'm only a man after all," he laughs heartily at his own joke, as he rises from his seated position. He fills up the room in a way that just isn't quite human. He has a way about him that reveals him to be more than what meets the eye."Then who do I ask?" I wish he would just give me something; anything I can use. Sadly, it looks as if he is going to be as mysterious as ever. I think he might have spent too much time with idealists."The ones who always listen... The gods..."