The story told by Elizabeth Fleming in her first book is one of inspiration, allowing the reader to watch on as a doctor sent to declare her dead shortly after her birth noticed a tiny flicker of life. From that point we were able to follow an account of her developing and flourishing against all the odds. It tells of the overcoming of many of the obstacles placed in her way by her Cerebral Palsy and of the crucial role her family and friends played in her this tale. As a title for that first book, I toyed with the idea of using 'Walking With Lazarus'. It seemed apt. In this, her second book, you'll find that the trials and tribulations of Elizabeth's life were only hinted at in her debut. It tells of the struggle of a human being to cope with some of the natural disasters of life. As we watch Elizabeth cope with the tragedy of cancer in her family, we get a real sense of her emotional pain. She's removed from her life, first of all by medication and then because of the effects the medication had on her. Two-and-a-half years of her adulthood were spent inside the confines of a psychiatric hospital as she came to terms with waves of trauma we can only imagine. The story reminded me of Ken Casey's classic tale and I was tempted to use the title 'Another One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest'; when I read on about the role of therapists, medical staff and those close to her and watched her emerge from her cocoon once more, there was only one title I could use: With A Little More Help From My Friends. The sequel takes the first story and simply raises the stakes. If you were inspired by Elizabeth's faith and tenacity in that book, I can assure you that you ain't seen nothing yet

A gift for all animal lovers and for all those who either yearn for that country cottage of their dreams, or have already taken the plunge into the peace and kindliness of country life. And especially a book for all those who have had a beloved pet in their lives and would live again the unique joy of being owned by that very special dog or cat or donkey or horse... Barbara Fleming was born in Croydon in 1924. She graduated at University College, London in 1944 and has been a teacher, a writer, and the superintendent of a Sussex Sunday school for nearly twenty years. Lately, retired from teaching, raising a family, and boarding dogs for over 40 years, she is now a writer of fascinating and enlightening studies of the Bible.

A collection of poetry exploring the beauty and mystery of God. "Wind has no breath But that it is breathed Stars have no light But that they are lit Earth has no firmament But that it is set I have no love But that my God loves me..."

Sometimes even the heroes get lost and like a fitful dragon over an endless sea, they give up hope of finding ground again. The prince might lose his steed. The dwarf might shave his beard. The princess might marry the villain. The nymph might hide her beauty. The prophet might reject the prophecy. The traveler might long for home. And in this, the first volume of tales ever to cross over to our shores from the fallen world of Faerphilly, they do. For this story takes place in the Dead Ages, a time when a mysterious evil produces a plague of bitterness and indifference that infects the hearts of the faer people, robbing them of hope and souring them to heroes. It is up to Fiere of the Black Blade, the peasant daughter of a sea nymph, to hold together a small group of cursed, traitorous, and lost travelers long enough to slay the beast at the end of the world and win back the kingdom from the deadness. That is, if she can find her way in a world that was made to be lost.

When Elizabeth Fleming was born in difficult circumstance, it was decided that she was dead. She was taken to the mortuary. It was only when the doctor when to certify her death that he noticed a tiny movement. This is the inspiring story of a life that almost didn't happen, a life spent overcoming the difficulties caused by Cerebral Palsy and by people's reactions to disability. **************************************** 'I often thought of writing about my life and the difficulties my family and I have had to face. There was no one around to ask how my disability would affect things. I felt bitter against the world. Why me? Why not somebody else? You know, if I had the chance to go back now, I wouldn't change a thing. I'd like to take out my bad parts, but no one's perfect. I've always known that I'm very lucky to have had such a loving family and such very good friends and I'd like to thank them for all they've done to shape me into who I am today.'