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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Synopsis: The night the hearths were extinguished, it snowed ash instead of ice.It drifted softly at first, settling on window ledges and prayer stones, on the shoulders of women who still believed walls could protect them. The air smelled wrong-metallic and sweet-like blood spilled too close to flame. Somewhere, bells rang once, twice, and then went silent.In the oldest quarter of the city, where the streets curved inward as if seeking warmth, the Hearthborn gathered. They did not gather to fight. They gathered to tend.Great fires burned in the communal halls-living fires, fed not by wood alone but by breath and memory and love freely given. These hearths had survived plagues and sieges, winters that broke kingdoms. They were older than the Crown, older than the oaths carved into palace stone. They were never meant to rule. They were meant to endure"Lower the flames," said Maerith, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. She pressed her palm to the hearthstone, feeling the fire answer her touch like a heartbeat. "Not out. Never out. Just.quiet.Children huddled beneath tables and cloaks, clutching bread still warm from ovens abandoned mid-rise. Elders whispered prayers to no god in particular. The Hearthborn had learned long ago that gods listened poorly, but fire remembered everything.Beyond the doors, steel rang. The Crown's men came in black, their armor etched with sigils that drank light. They carried torches that did not flicker, flames bound tight by blood magic-magic stolen, twisted, screaming beneath command. At their head walked the King's Enforcer, face hidden, oath-bound and silent. He did not look at the people as people. He looked at them as kindling."This is your last warning," a herald called, voice amplified by spell-work. "Extinguish the forbidden fires. Surrender the Hearthborn. The Crown will be merciful."Maerith laughed then-softly, sadly. "Mercy," she echoed, tasting the word. "They always misuse that one." She knelt before the central hearth and drew a blade across her palm. Blood fell, not into the fire, but onto the stone ring that held it. The hearth flared-not higher, but deeper, its glow sinking into walls and floors, into the bones of the city itself.Remember us, she thought-not as rulers. Not as martyrs. Remember us as shelter.The doors burst inward.Magic collided with magic. Blood magic howled as it met warmth it could not consumeAutobiography: Dr. James M. Copas, LLM., LLM., was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio, and graduated from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, with his AA and BA. He then graduated from the University of Detroit Mercy School of Law with his JD. Jim then graduated from Stetson University College of Law in St. Petersburg, Florida, with his LLM degree in International Law, Business, and Trade. Then to Chicago, where he graduated from the John Marshall Law School with an LLM in Intellectual Property Law. The University of Illinois later issued another LLM diploma to Mr. Copas in Intellectual Property Law after having merged with John Marshall Law School.James Michael Copas, author of The Politicization of the American Legal System, writes with a deep reverence for God and an unwavering love for the United States. His work is driven by a profound concern for the increasingly chaotic and polarized nature of American politics, where partisan warfare now often eclipses principles of justice, truth, and constitutional fidelity. In a time when the law seems to drift like a slow-blowing political wind-malleable, weaponized, and too often stripped of its moral anchor-Copas calls readers to recognize what is at stake. His voice is one of clarity and conviction, urging a return to higher values in both law and governance. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Hardcover. Condición: new. Hardcover. Synopsis: The night the hearths were extinguished, it snowed ash instead of ice.It drifted softly at first, settling on window ledges and prayer stones, on the shoulders of women who still believed walls could protect them. The air smelled wrong-metallic and sweet-like blood spilled too close to flame. Somewhere, bells rang once, twice, and then went silent.In the oldest quarter of the city, where the streets curved inward as if seeking warmth, the Hearthborn gathered. They did not gather to fight. They gathered to tend.Great fires burned in the communal halls-living fires, fed not by wood alone but by breath and memory and love freely given. These hearths had survived plagues and sieges, winters that broke kingdoms. They were older than the Crown, older than the oaths carved into palace stone. They were never meant to rule. They were meant to endure"Lower the flames," said Maerith, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. She pressed her palm to the hearthstone, feeling the fire answer her touch like a heartbeat. "Not out. Never out. Just.quiet.Children huddled beneath tables and cloaks, clutching bread still warm from ovens abandoned mid-rise. Elders whispered prayers to no god in particular. The Hearthborn had learned long ago that gods listened poorly, but fire remembered everything.Beyond the doors, steel rang. The Crown's men came in black, their armor etched with sigils that drank light. They carried torches that did not flicker, flames bound tight by blood magic-magic stolen, twisted, screaming beneath command. At their head walked the King's Enforcer, face hidden, oath-bound and silent. He did not look at the people as people. He looked at them as kindling."This is your last warning," a herald called, voice amplified by spell-work. "Extinguish the forbidden fires. Surrender the Hearthborn. The Crown will be merciful."Maerith laughed then-softly, sadly. "Mercy," she echoed, tasting the word. "They always misuse that one." She knelt before the central hearth and drew a blade across her palm. Blood fell, not into the fire, but onto the stone ring that held it. The hearth flared-not higher, but deeper, its glow sinking into walls and floors, into the bones of the city itself.Remember us, she thought-not as rulers. Not as martyrs. Remember us as shelter.The doors burst inward.Magic collided with magic. Blood magic howled as it met warmth it could not consume.Autobiography: Dr. James M. Copas, LLM., LLM., was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio, and graduated from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, with his AA and BA. He then graduated from the University of Detroit Mercy School of Law with his JD. Jim then graduated from Stetson University College of Law in St. Petersburg, Florida, with his LLM degree in International Law, Business, and Trade. Then to Chicago, where he graduated from the John Marshall Law School with an LLM in Intellectual Property Law. The University of Illinois later issued another LLM diploma to Mr. Copas in Intellectual Property Law after having merged with John Marshall Law School.James Michael Copas, author of The Politicization of the American Legal System, writes with a deep reverence for God and an unwavering love for the United States. His work is driven by a profound concern for the increasingly chaotic and polarized nature of American politics, where partisan warfare now often eclipses principles of justice, truth, and constitutional fidelity. In a time when the law seems to drift like a slow-blowing political wind-malleable, weaponized, and too often stripped of its moral anchor-Copas calls readers to recognize what is at stake. His voice is one of clarity and conviction, urging a return to higher values in both law and governance.</ Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Synopsis: North D Street never frightened me-that is what surprises people when I tell them the truth.They expect a story sharpened by sirens and blood, by the hard language of crime, by darkness that announces itself with force. But the darkness I knew was quieter than that. It arrived the way evening does-uninvited yet unquestioned-stretching shadows across cracked sidewalks and leaning porches until you no longer remembered when the light had begun to fade. The street itself was small, walkable in minutes, though no one ever hurried. Old maples buckled the pavement into honest imperfections, and in summer the air carried the scent of cut grass tangled with motor oil, while winter stripped everything down to a sterile stillness that felt less like peace and more like endurance. As a boy, I believed streets were loyal, that houses remembered you, that harm belonged somewhere far away. I was wrong-but not entirely. Because what came for us did not break in like a stranger; it grew beside us, patient and watchful, lingering through scraped knees, first loves, hymns, homework, and the quiet suffering of men who learned to carry pain without naming it.I did not understand then that a place could both raise you and wound you with the same steady hands, or that love could endure long after the people who gave it had changed or gone. I knew only fragments of light-my brother's laughter, my father's strength before it bent under too much weight, my mother's voice before it was reshaped by something we could not fight, and the simple order of porch lights flickering on each night as if the world still made sense.Autobiography: Dr. James M. Copas, LLM., LLM., is a lifelong student of the law, a passionate writer, and a storyteller at heart. Born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio, his journey has taken him through distinguished academic institutions, including Miami University, the University of Detroit Mercy School of Law, Stetson University College of Law, The John Marshall Law School, and the University of Illinois Law School at Chicago, where he pursued advanced legal studies in international law and intellectual property.Yet beyond his accomplishments in law, this book reveals another side of Dr. Copas-one rooted in imagination, faith, and the enduring power of family. Inspired by what he describes as a God-given spark, he brings to life a world where dragons soar, courage is tested, and love remains the greatest force of all.At the heart of his storytelling is a deep devotion to family, especially to his beloved wife, Lynnette, and the joy and wonder of her grandchildren, whose laughter and imagination helped shape the spirit of this tale. Through this work, Dr. Copas invites readers of all ages to rediscover the magic of storytelling, the strength of kindness, and the beauty of shared adventure.This book stands as both a journey into a fantastical world and a reflection of the very real love that inspired it.The author writes stories that explore the intersection of memory, humanity, and the unseen forces that shape both. Drawing inspiration from themes of resilience, faith, and the enduring nature of connection, their work seeks to illuminate the quiet strengths that often go unnoticed in a world driven by power and spectacle.With a deep appreciation for storytelling that blends emotional depth with immersive world-building, the author crafts narratives that linger-not because of their scale, but because of their heart.This work, like many others, is rooted in a belief that stories matter-not only as entertainment, but as vessels of meaning, reflection, and hope.Above all, the author writes with the understanding that even in the darkest of worlds, there is always a light worth protecting-and a fire worth remem Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Synopsis: The night the hearths were extinguished, it snowed ash instead of ice.It drifted softly at first, settling on window ledges and prayer stones, on the shoulders of women who still believed walls could protect them. The air smelled wrong-metallic and sweet-like blood spilled too close to flame. Somewhere, bells rang once, twice, and then went silent.In the oldest quarter of the city, where the streets curved inward as if seeking warmth, the Hearthborn gathered. They did not gather to fight. They gathered to tend.Great fires burned in the communal halls-living fires, fed not by wood alone but by breath and memory and love freely given. These hearths had survived plagues and sieges, winters that broke kingdoms. They were older than the Crown, older than the oaths carved into palace stone. They were never meant to rule. They were meant to endure"Lower the flames," said Maerith, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. She pressed her palm to the hearthstone, feeling the fire answer her touch like a heartbeat. "Not out. Never out. Just.quiet.Children huddled beneath tables and cloaks, clutching bread still warm from ovens abandoned mid-rise. Elders whispered prayers to no god in particular. The Hearthborn had learned long ago that gods listened poorly, but fire remembered everything.Beyond the doors, steel rang. The Crown's men came in black, their armor etched with sigils that drank light. They carried torches that did not flicker, flames bound tight by blood magic-magic stolen, twisted, screaming beneath command. At their head walked the King's Enforcer, face hidden, oath-bound and silent. He did not look at the people as people. He looked at them as kindling."This is your last warning," a herald called, voice amplified by spell-work. "Extinguish the forbidden fires. Surrender the Hearthborn. The Crown will be merciful."Maerith laughed then-softly, sadly. "Mercy," she echoed, tasting the word. "They always misuse that one." She knelt before the central hearth and drew a blade across her palm. Blood fell, not into the fire, but onto the stone ring that held it. The hearth flared-not higher, but deeper, its glow sinking into walls and floors, into the bones of the city itself.Remember us, she thought-not as rulers. Not as martyrs. Remember us as shelter.The doors burst inward.Magic collided with magic. Blood magic howled as it met warmth it could not consumeAutobiography: Dr. James M. Copas, LLM., LLM., was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio, and graduated from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, with his AA and BA. He then graduated from the University of Detroit Mercy School of Law with his JD. Jim then graduated from Stetson University College of Law in St. Petersburg, Florida, with his LLM degree in International Law, Business, and Trade. Then to Chicago, where he graduated from the John Marshall Law School with an LLM in Intellectual Property Law. The University of Illinois later issued another LLM diploma to Mr. Copas in Intellectual Property Law after having merged with John Marshall Law School.James Michael Copas, author of The Politicization of the American Legal System, writes with a deep reverence for God and an unwavering love for the United States. His work is driven by a profound concern for the increasingly chaotic and polarized nature of American politics, where partisan warfare now often eclipses principles of justice, truth, and constitutional fidelity. In a time when the law seems to drift like a slow-blowing political wind-malleable, weaponized, and too often stripped of its moral anchor-Copas calls readers to recognize what is at stake. His voice is one of clarity and conviction, urging a return to higher values in both law and governance Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

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Hardcover. Condición: new. Hardcover. Synopsis: The night the hearths were extinguished, it snowed ash instead of ice.It drifted softly at first, settling on window ledges and prayer stones, on the shoulders of women who still believed walls could protect them. The air smelled wrong-metallic and sweet-like blood spilled too close to flame. Somewhere, bells rang once, twice, and then went silent.In the oldest quarter of the city, where the streets curved inward as if seeking warmth, the Hearthborn gathered. They did not gather to fight. They gathered to tend.Great fires burned in the communal halls-living fires, fed not by wood alone but by breath and memory and love freely given. These hearths had survived plagues and sieges, winters that broke kingdoms. They were older than the Crown, older than the oaths carved into palace stone. They were never meant to rule. They were meant to endure"Lower the flames," said Maerith, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. She pressed her palm to the hearthstone, feeling the fire answer her touch like a heartbeat. "Not out. Never out. Just.quiet.Children huddled beneath tables and cloaks, clutching bread still warm from ovens abandoned mid-rise. Elders whispered prayers to no god in particular. The Hearthborn had learned long ago that gods listened poorly, but fire remembered everything.Beyond the doors, steel rang. The Crown's men came in black, their armor etched with sigils that drank light. They carried torches that did not flicker, flames bound tight by blood magic-magic stolen, twisted, screaming beneath command. At their head walked the King's Enforcer, face hidden, oath-bound and silent. He did not look at the people as people. He looked at them as kindling."This is your last warning," a herald called, voice amplified by spell-work. "Extinguish the forbidden fires. Surrender the Hearthborn. The Crown will be merciful."Maerith laughed then-softly, sadly. "Mercy," she echoed, tasting the word. "They always misuse that one." She knelt before the central hearth and drew a blade across her palm. Blood fell, not into the fire, but onto the stone ring that held it. The hearth flared-not higher, but deeper, its glow sinking into walls and floors, into the bones of the city itself.Remember us, she thought-not as rulers. Not as martyrs. Remember us as shelter.The doors burst inward.Magic collided with magic. Blood magic howled as it met warmth it could not consume.Autobiography: Dr. James M. Copas, LLM., LLM., was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio, and graduated from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, with his AA and BA. He then graduated from the University of Detroit Mercy School of Law with his JD. Jim then graduated from Stetson University College of Law in St. Petersburg, Florida, with his LLM degree in International Law, Business, and Trade. Then to Chicago, where he graduated from the John Marshall Law School with an LLM in Intellectual Property Law. The University of Illinois later issued another LLM diploma to Mr. Copas in Intellectual Property Law after having merged with John Marshall Law School.James Michael Copas, author of The Politicization of the American Legal System, writes with a deep reverence for God and an unwavering love for the United States. His work is driven by a profound concern for the increasingly chaotic and polarized nature of American politics, where partisan warfare now often eclipses principles of justice, truth, and constitutional fidelity. In a time when the law seems to drift like a slow-blowing political wind-malleable, weaponized, and too often stripped of its moral anchor-Copas calls readers to recognize what is at stake. His voice is one of clarity and conviction, urging a return to higher values in both law and Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Synopsis: The night the hearths were extinguished, it snowed ash instead of ice.It drifted softly at first, settling on window ledges and prayer stones, on the shoulders of women who still believed walls could protect them. The air smelled wrong-metallic and sweet-like blood spilled too close to flame. Somewhere, bells rang once, twice, and then went silent.In the oldest quarter of the city, where the streets curved inward as if seeking warmth, the Hearthborn gathered. They did not gather to fight. They gathered to tend.Great fires burned in the communal halls-living fires, fed not by wood alone but by breath and memory and love freely given. These hearths had survived plagues and sieges, winters that broke kingdoms. They were older than the Crown, older than the oaths carved into palace stone. They were never meant to rule. They were meant to endure"Lower the flames," said Maerith, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. She pressed her palm to the hearthstone, feeling the fire answer her touch like a heartbeat. "Not out. Never out. Just.quiet.Children huddled beneath tables and cloaks, clutching bread still warm from ovens abandoned mid-rise. Elders whispered prayers to no god in particular. The Hearthborn had learned long ago that gods listened poorly, but fire remembered everything.Beyond the doors, steel rang. The Crown's men came in black, their armor etched with sigils that drank light. They carried torches that did not flicker, flames bound tight by blood magic-magic stolen, twisted, screaming beneath command. At their head walked the King's Enforcer, face hidden, oath-bound and silent. He did not look at the people as people. He looked at them as kindling."This is your last warning," a herald called, voice amplified by spell-work. "Extinguish the forbidden fires. Surrender the Hearthborn. The Crown will be merciful."Maerith laughed then-softly, sadly. "Mercy," she echoed, tasting the word. "They always misuse that one." She knelt before the central hearth and drew a blade across her palm. Blood fell, not into the fire, but onto the stone ring that held it. The hearth flared-not higher, but deeper, its glow sinking into walls and floors, into the bones of the city itself.Remember us, she thought-not as rulers. Not as martyrs. Remember us as shelter.The doors burst inward.Magic collided with magic. Blood magic howled as it met warmth it could not consumeAutobiography: Dr. James M. Copas, LLM., LLM., was born and raised in Hamilton, Ohio, and graduated from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, with his AA and BA. He then graduated from the University of Detroit Mercy School of Law with his JD. Jim then graduated from Stetson University College of Law in St. Petersburg, Florida, with his LLM degree in International Law, Business, and Trade. Then to Chicago, where he graduated from the John Marshall Law School with an LLM in Intellectual Property Law. The University of Illinois later issued another LLM diploma to Mr. Copas in Intellectual Property Law after having merged with John Marshall Law School.James Michael Copas, author of The Politicization of the American Legal System, writes with a deep reverence for God and an unwavering love for the United States. His work is driven by a profound concern for the increasingly chaotic and polarized nature of American politics, where partisan warfare now often eclipses principles of justice, truth, and constitutional fidelity. In a time when the law seems to drift like a slow-blowing political wind-malleable, weaponized, and too often stripped of its moral anchor-Copas calls readers to recognize what is at stake. His voice is one of clarity and conviction, urging a return to higher values in both law and governance Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…