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Harmony
- Auteur
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Kaz Daum
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Reviews
- 5,0 / 5 (1 reviews )
- Prijs
- € 23 ,50
- Verzending
- Gratis verzending in Nederland en België
- Levertijd
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Twee tot vijf werkdagen
(Nederland en België) (Past door brievenbus)
Samenvatting
Years after the threesome: Ann, Jon and Jason accidently found a spaceship buried under approximately one kilometre of ice in Antarctica the saga continues. During their adventures, Jon and Ann fall in love and from this loving union a daughter is born. Rachel, their daughter, has all the enhanced abilities and even more than her parents have. Because of these enhancements, Rachel quickly grows to a mature age and she, herself, falls in love and starts an loving relationship with Reginald. It is from this point that we continue with their adventures to try and save our world.
Over de auteur
"I, Lambertus Paul (Kaz) Daum was born on the seventeenth of June 1959 in Zimbabwe as the youngest son of my Dutch parents Ben and Ge Daum. I enjoyed my education in South Africa where as a Dutch boy, soon got the nick name ‘Kaaskop’ (‘Cheese Head’ in Afrikaans). From this evolved the name ‘Kaz’ which everybody calls me now. I am married to Anneke and reside in a town called Alkmaar in the Netherlands."
Productinformatie
- ISBN
- 9789402205336 / 978-94-022-0533-6
- Uitgeverij
- Boekscout
- Verschijning
- 31-01-2014
- Taal
- Nederlands
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Pagina's
- 278
- Formaat
- 12,5 x 20 cm
- Illustraties
- Nee
Inkijk
The air was filled with smoke, which carried a strong stench of burning flesh. It was at this point that Rachel became fully aware, for the first time, that her abilities far exceeded those of her parents.
Here she was now, confronted with a new phenomenon that even she had not undergone before. She had experienced many historical events, but this was different – it had the air of extreme reality.
Living through the violent nature of the event unfolding before her, she could not help but think back to the time when they had been such a close unit, before Reginald had joined the group.
Back then her innocence had been complete. Now she had encountered all that the world had to offer. It saddened her that although the group of five had been busy on all levels to render help to the slowly dying world, they hadn’t yet fully succeeded in their mission.
That morning, Rachel had quietly left their bedroom, not disturbing Reginald. She first went to the kitchen where she made some tea, which she took with her to the study. This was a spacious room filled with rows of bookcases; in the centre of the room stood several comfortable armchairs. She had walked to the far left corner and sat in the chair between the rows of bookcases in front of the French doors.
This had always been her favourite room, her favourite chair. Somehow she felt serene and relaxed there, a refuge after she had once again witnessed disturbing past experiences.
Feeling the first rays of the sun on her neck coming through the big French doors behind her, she closed her eyes and let the events unfold.
The date was 1893, the country Nigeria. The normal peace of the jungle was shattered that day.
Here she was now, confronted with a new phenomenon that even she had not undergone before. She had experienced many historical events, but this was different – it had the air of extreme reality.
Living through the violent nature of the event unfolding before her, she could not help but think back to the time when they had been such a close unit, before Reginald had joined the group.
Back then her innocence had been complete. Now she had encountered all that the world had to offer. It saddened her that although the group of five had been busy on all levels to render help to the slowly dying world, they hadn’t yet fully succeeded in their mission.
That morning, Rachel had quietly left their bedroom, not disturbing Reginald. She first went to the kitchen where she made some tea, which she took with her to the study. This was a spacious room filled with rows of bookcases; in the centre of the room stood several comfortable armchairs. She had walked to the far left corner and sat in the chair between the rows of bookcases in front of the French doors.
This had always been her favourite room, her favourite chair. Somehow she felt serene and relaxed there, a refuge after she had once again witnessed disturbing past experiences.
Feeling the first rays of the sun on her neck coming through the big French doors behind her, she closed her eyes and let the events unfold.
The date was 1893, the country Nigeria. The normal peace of the jungle was shattered that day.