Bøger af Anne Hart

This trilogy of ancient and medieval teenage diary stories with a time-travel theme spotlights their adventures in ancient Rome during the Republic in 150 BCE, Medieval Kiev, the Caucasus, Khazaria, and the Levant in the 9th and 10th century through the eyes of a 13-year old boy, a 16-year old girl, and their royal family in the days of the Kagan of the Khazars.When the Kagan of the Khazars is captured and held in a Viking ship, his son must rescue him alone and help the family to walk from Khazaria to a new homeland. The boy and his father, masters of a thousand disguises must find a way to reach their destination and reunite the rest of the family.The stories take place in ancient and Medieval times when most people had no hope other than the grace of the Almighty, the coming of the Meshiach, or the arrival of the Khazars. They got not only the medieval Khazars, but also some ancient Romans interested also in the virtues of righteousness and responsibility.In the second story, Teenage Princess Tarbagatay rides with the young Queen of the Huns and acts as the Queen's confident and friend as she writes her Dear Diaries. In another diary story of this trilogy, Petronius sets sail for Carthage only to find he must be back in ancient Rome to stop a slave rebellion.

Here is a collection of happy, nourishing hero-cat and loving human family historical, adventure, and time-travel stories and novels for all holidays...in spite of the wars. It's Christmas. It's Hannukah. It's Ramadan. It's all holidays, and time for an adventure. For example, take the Silk Road stories:"For where there's worship, there's more trade," Baghatur added.The next morning was another hot day in July, and Bihar went along the road between the fields of wheat. Women were starting to work the fields again.The children carried sheaves on their heads. Everything had to be done by hand.In Nablus, life went with no work. The food was gone, and not enough healers yet. So Bihar was welcome to mix his herbs and alchemy because they made miracles.He passed an old farmer wearing a large Greek cross. "Keev Halik?" In Arabic Bihar asked the man how he was."Forget me," the farmer waved back."Your crops are still rotting?" Bihar asked as he walked toward Jerusalem."I had to sell my farm cheap." The farmer laughed tensely."So did my forefathers in Sarkel," Bihar answered, with a pointed finger."Are you a Cherkessk Mountaineer?""What difference would it make to you from where I come? Does the left side of the Sea mean more to you than the right side of it? There's enough fish at both ends to feed the world.""Where are you going?" The farmer shielded his eyes from the sun with his hands."I'm going to Jerusalem."