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Let's narrow it down to the sort of people who, if you were inclined to use such language, you might, between clenched teeth, refer to as 'bums'. Take Smelly Shelley, a middle-aged bag woman, stinking of urine and bad attitude - what's her story? How did she get here? And Bernard, a shambolic mess of learning difficulties and obsessive behaviour - and Greg, a middle-class and useless young drug dealer. Or Karl, the dodgy nightclub owner and his brutish brother Byron.These are just some of the characters that Detective Inspector Frank Lee encounters as he investigates the bizarre killing of the headmaster of the largest school in the county.DI Frank Lee is an ex-punk-new-age-traveller motivated to catch the real bad guys and not at all bothered about anyone else's definition of what constitutes crime. He goes about his work in a calm zen-like manner, believing that the solutions will unveil themselves in their own way and in their own time. Despite this apparently laid back attitude, he gets results, and he gets them quick.Bums is the first in a trilogy of novels featuring DI Frank Lee and set in the large post-industrial town of Elchurch on the South Wales coast. Beats and Bones, The next two novels in the series will be released in 2016.

What does the richest man in the world want more than anything else?How do you cope when your loved ones are blown up by a bomb?Is it such a bad thing to break the rules?These questions and more are dealt with in this collection - a special mix of stories selected to blend and bounce off each other and portray the amazing complexity of life as a human being on this crazy, cruel planet.

This is a volume of work featuring some of the work produced during the Made in Roath festivalAbout the festivalMade in Roath is an artist-led, free event which aims to take art out of the gallery and into the wider community, allowing a larger and broader audience to access the wealth of creative talent in our neighbourhood whilst maintaining a standard of excellence, reflecting the contemporary art scene in Cardiff and South Wales.It showcases the work of emerging and established artists, makers, musicians, writers and performers, who use the whole of Roath as the venue, including domestic, commercial, public and overlooked or disused spaces. Made in Roath offers residents and visitors an opportunity to engage in the arts through a dynamic programme of exhibitions, residencies, collaborations with community groups, workshops and performances.For more information please visit the Made in Roath website http: //madeinroath.com/. You can also like them on Facebook, follow them on Twitter or just come along to their next exciting endeavour in Cardiff.

Fragments is a sequel to Infinitybut can be read as its own story'She is a true ice princess. Beautiful and delicate, but her heart doesn't seem to be warm. I have visions that it is not even beating, that I have imagined she is real and she is just a figment of my distressed imagination. It is the first unravelling I have experienced. Sure, I fell apart after Kiára's death and I existed in a mist until I met Lilla but this is a splintering feeling. As though I am cracking like a mirror and shards of my personality are starting to fall to the ground.'Two years after the death of the love of his life, István cannot move on. He is ill with bipolar disorder and is convinced the answer is to find the image of his dead love in someone else. He meets Lilla on a Budapest street; young, fragile and impressionable and he is desperate to possess her. However, Lilla has her own darkness and over time, István's jealousy, his anger, and his violent obsession turn her into someone who carelessly smashes his heart into fragments.

"You will end up killing each other. It will be disastrous. Stop this relationship now with this volatile man and find someone who is normal and nice, Kiára. Find a stable rock of a man who is not a volcano. Listen to my advice, for God's sake."I should follow this advice as the shrink knows what he is talking about. But damn the rock. I rip up the guidebook and the map and plunge into the forest of thorns for pleasure and pain. Obsessive love and hate know no limits and the spikes of their extremes propel me into eternity.I want to flat-line but I can't. Not now I have met István, the first king of Hungary.I want to stop the bright colours and sharp edges that make us Kiára and István. I want to trade in the swirling dizzy vortex of Italian Futurist art for the softness of a Monet. Just for one day I want to live without this bipolar illness which has dragged me into the Heaven and Hell which is my Hungary.Maybe you waited a thousand years for me as you said, István. Maybe it is all a myth. I only know there is no end for us, no rest and no escape.There is only infinity.

An extraordinary collection of words from an extraordinary writer. Elinor Kapp's literary work is as varied and as fascinating as her professional life as a psychiatrist and psychotherapist. This book brings together poems, stories and snippets from a life lived at the raw edges of physical, emotional and spiritual existence. And after all that it is filled with humanity and a bright divinity that will resonate at a level far beyond the words.

An exploration of one human being's identity and reality woven together with a 'real' story that moves through the physical and spiritual and life of the narrator against a background of a recurring dream. Where does the truth lie?

Megan Roberts is a widow living in a sheltered housing complex. On the surface, this doesn't suggest an interesting life but Megan is deeply spiritual, sometimes perplexing the hierarchy of religious institutions. Megan follows her intuition, gifts of the Spirit, which lead her into unexpected places and situations. She is often misunderstood.

The poems in this collection have been selected from work that spans more than half a century. They are in no particular order but have been chosen to represent as many styles and to present as much variety of content as possible.A few of the poems have been published before.About BlodynThis book has no direct connection to flowers except in its title and in the design of the book cover which features a photograph of a painting called Blodyn.If you know that Blodyn is the Welsh word for flower, and you do now, you'll understand why the painting is called Blodyn.But why is this book called Blodyn?I think it's because Blodyn, the painting, is very special to me and the words in this book are special too. They say all there is to say about me and about the way I see the universe I am presented with.Blodyn is neither plant nor animal, neither he nor she, yet she is both plant and animal. She is pure and raw and beautiful and animalistic and wild - she is part of who I am and I come here to honour her.