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PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Soft cover. Condición: New. Contents: Introduction. 1. Distribution. 2. Materials and methods. 3. Morphology of palms. 4. Systematic part: Key to the genera. Systematic treatment of genera and species. Glossary of botanical terms used. References. Index of scientific names. Index of common names. Palms of Karnataka, a work based on intensive field and laboratory studies, contains descriptions of 79 species of palms belonging to 42 genera. The book also has coloured photographs. This will facilitate an easy identification of wild and cultivated palms of Karnataka.

Condición: Good. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has soft covers. In good all round condition. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,450grams, ISBN:9789038638218.

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - The wind, a relentless sculptor, carved phantom shapes from the ice and rock of the Tibetan plateau. It howled through the prayer flags strung taut between ancient stones, carrying with it the scent of juniper and something older, a faint, metallic tang of ozone that always clung to the air around Mount Kailasa. Dr. Aryan Sharma, his breath misting in the frigid air, tightened the thick yak wool shawl around him. His fingers, despite the thermal gloves, felt numb as he adjusted the focus on his long-range camera.He wasn't here for the breathtaking panoramas, though Kailasa, its pyramid-like peak shrouded in an eternal mist, held a raw, untamed beauty that transcended mere aesthetics. Aryan, an archaeological linguist whose controversial theories often ruffled the feathers of academia, was here for the whispers. The legends. The ancient texts he'd painstakingly translated spoke of a place not just sacred, but alive. A place where time itself bent, and secrets older than humanity lay dormant.His gaze was fixed on a specific point on the mountain's northern face, a section notorious for its unpredictable avalanches and treacherous icefalls. Local guides refused to approach it, their eyes wide with a fear that wasn't merely physical. 'That is the door, Dr. Sharma,' his Sherpa guide, Tashi, had said yesterday, his voice hushed, 'The door to what lies within. Only the purest heart, or the most desperate, dares to knock.'Aryan snorted, a plume of white against the biting wind. Purity was a luxury he couldn't afford. Desperation, however, was his constant companion. He was chasing a ghost, a cryptic symbol he'd found etched into a millennia-old clay tablet unearthed from a dig site near Jericho - a symbol strikingly similar to one described in ancient Tibetan Bon scriptures, invariably linked to Kailasa. It was a coiled serpent entwining a seven-branched menorah, a bizarre juxtaposition of Hindu-Buddhist iconography and a distinctly Jewish emblem.His comms crackled. 'Dr. Sharma, status report. Anything ' The voice belonged to Professor Elena Rostova, his former mentor and now, his uneasy benefactor. Elena, a formidable historian with an iron will, had funded this expedition, but her motives, Aryan knew, were far from altruistic. She sought something within Kailasa too, something she believed held immense power, capable of reshaping geopolitical landscapes. And she wouldn't hesitate to use him to get it.

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. The wind, a relentless sculptor, carved phantom shapes from the ice and rock of the Tibetan plateau. It howled through the prayer flags strung taut between ancient stones, carrying with it the scent of juniper and something older, a faint, metallic tang of ozone that always clung to the air around Mount Kailasa. Dr. Aryan Sharma, his breath misting in the frigid air, tightened the thick yak wool shawl around him. His fingers, despite the thermal gloves, felt numb as he adjusted the focus on his long-range camera.He wasn't here for the breathtaking panoramas, though Kailasa, its pyramid-like peak shrouded in an eternal mist, held a raw, untamed beauty that transcended mere aesthetics. Aryan, an archaeological linguist whose controversial theories often ruffled the feathers of academia, was here for the whispers. The legends. The ancient texts he'd painstakingly translated spoke of a place not just sacred, but alive. A place where time itself bent, and secrets older than humanity lay dormant.His gaze was fixed on a specific point on the mountain's northern face, a section notorious for its unpredictable avalanches and treacherous icefalls. Local guides refused to approach it, their eyes wide with a fear that wasn't merely physical. "That is the door, Dr. Sharma," his Sherpa guide, Tashi, had said yesterday, his voice hushed, "The door to what lies within. Only the purest heart, or the most desperate, dares to knock."Aryan snorted, a plume of white against the biting wind. Purity was a luxury he couldn't afford. Desperation, however, was his constant companion. He was chasing a ghost, a cryptic symbol he'd found etched into a millennia-old clay tablet unearthed from a dig site near Jericho - a symbol strikingly similar to one described in ancient Tibetan Bon scriptures, invariably linked to Kailasa. It was a coiled serpent entwining a seven-branched menorah, a bizarre juxtaposition of Hindu-Buddhist iconography and a distinctly Jewish emblem.His comms crackled. "Dr. Sharma, status report. Anything?" The voice belonged to Professor Elena Rostova, his former mentor and now, his uneasy benefactor. Elena, a formidable historian with an iron will, had funded this expedition, but her motives, Aryan knew, were far from altruistic. She sought something within Kailasa too, something she believed held immense power, capable of reshaping geopolitical landscapes. And she wouldn't hesitate to use him to get it. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.