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Clay Morgan is a writer, professor, and speaker who writes about pop culture, history, and the meaning of life. He teaches college courses in history, political science, government, and research. A regular speaker to both teacher and student groups alike, he's passionate about chasing down truth and bridging generational gaps through creative communication.

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

I'm a medical professional and I work in pathology. The study of disease is literally my day job. I also happen to be a huge history nerd and my family hail from the British Isles, so this book was a happy confluence of interests for me. I learned quite a lot here and it's no stretch to imagine that the author is a gifted speaker/teacher. His style throughout the book is information rich but not pedantic and he has a rare gift of highlighting salient points without just drowning the reader in less useful information or getting bogged down in minutiae.

The introductory chapters give good background information on the often lacking scientific accuracy of medical care and diagnostics in centuries past. In these chapters the author provides good background info on the normal historical methods of recording information and where and how modern seekers can access the information (and what records are likely to be available and from whom).

The following chapters are arranged by cause of death, roughly alphabetically, and range from Accidents & Disasters to War & Wounds, with pretty much everything else one could imagine in between. The chapters are well supported with attributed quotes (for further reading) and photographs and facsimile documents scattered throughout. The author has also included a short bibliography and cross-referenced index.

This will be a valuable resource for family researchers, readers of history, public & home library acquisition, as well as writers of historical fiction/non-fiction. It's layman accessible and interesting. I read it through cover to cover like a novel.

Five stars.

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Orson Scott Card is an American novelist, critic, public speaker, essayist and columnist. He writes in several genres but is known best for science fiction. His novel Ender's Game (1985) and its sequel Speaker for the Dead (1986) both won Hugo and Nebula Awards, making Card the only author to win both science fiction's top U.S. prizes in consecutive years.

The reading of the card persuaded me that he was dead and I was disturbed tofind myself at check. Had he not been dead I would have gone into the littledark room behind the shop to find him sitting in his arm-chair by the fire,nearly smothered in his great-coat. Perhaps my aunt would have given me apacket of High Toast for him and this present would have roused him from hisstupefied doze. It was always I who emptied the packet into his black snuff-boxfor his hands trembled too much to allow him to do this without spilling halfthe snuff about the floor. Even as he raised his large trembling hand to hisnose little clouds of smoke dribbled through his fingers over the front of hiscoat. It may have been these constant showers of snuff which gave his ancientpriestly garments their green faded look for the red handkerchief, blackened,as it always was, with the snuff-stains of a week, with which he tried to brushaway the fallen grains, was quite inefficacious.

So Maria let him have his way and they sat by the fire talking over old timesand Maria thought she would put in a good word for Alphy. But Joe cried thatGod might strike him stone dead if ever he spoke a word to his brother againand Maria said she was sorry she had mentioned the matter. Mrs Donnelly toldher husband it was a great shame for him to speak that way of his own flesh andblood but Joe said that Alphy was no brother of his and there was nearly beinga row on the head of it. But Joe said he would not lose his temper on accountof the night it was and asked his wife to open some more stout. The twonext-door girls had arranged some Hallow Eve games and soon everything wasmerry again. Maria was delighted to see the children so merry and Joe and hiswife in such good spirits. The next-door girls put some saucers on the tableand then led the children up to the table, blindfold. One got the prayer-bookand the other three got the water; and when one of the next-door girls got thering Mrs Donnelly shook her finger at the blushing girl as much as to say:O, I know all about it! They insisted then on blindfolding Maria andleading her up to the table to see what she would get; and, while they wereputting on the bandage, Maria laughed and laughed again till the tip of hernose nearly met the tip of her chin.

When Mr Cunningham made that remark, people were silent. It was known that thespeaker had secret sources of information. In this case the monosyllable had amoral intention. Mr Harford sometimes formed one of a little detachment whichleft the city shortly after noon on Sunday with the purpose of arriving as soonas possible at some public-house on the outskirts of the city where its membersduly qualified themselves as bona fide travellers. But hisfellow-travellers had never consented to overlook his origin. He had begun lifeas an obscure financier by lending small sums of money to workmen at usuriousinterest. Later on he had become the partner of a very fat short gentleman, MrGoldberg, in the Liffey Loan Bank. Though he had never embraced more than theJewish ethical code his fellow-Catholics, whenever they had smarted in personor by proxy under his exactions, spoke of him bitterly as an Irish Jew and anilliterate and saw divine disapproval of usury made manifest through the personof his idiot son. At other times they remembered his good points.

Gabriel felt humiliated by the failure of his irony and by the evocation ofthis figure from the dead, a boy in the gasworks. While he had been full ofmemories of their secret life together, full of tenderness and joy and desire,she had been comparing him in her mind with another. A shameful consciousnessof his own person assailed him. He saw himself as a ludicrous figure, acting asa pennyboy for his aunts, a nervous, well-meaning sentimentalist, orating tovulgarians and idealising his own clownish lusts, the pitiable fatuous fellowhe had caught a glimpse of in the mirror. Instinctively he turned his back moreto the light lest she might see the shame that burned upon his forehead.

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun tosnow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquelyagainst the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journeywestward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. Itwas falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills,falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling intothe dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of thelonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thicklydrifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the littlegate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snowfalling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent oftheir last end, upon all the living and the dead.

He received his Ph.D. in Biomedical Research from the University of Massachusetts Medical School. His research focused on the immunology of RNA and DNA viruses as well as antiviral therapeutics against these viruses. At UMass, he worked on novel decoy liposomes that could be produced on-demand with different viral receptors, thereby acting as a molecular sink and infection dead-end. Gabriel has authored and presented scientific publications in the fields of viral immunology, antivirals, antimicrobials, antifungals, and neuroscience.

Cemetery Boys meets Legendborn in this thrillingly romantic, irresistibly fun YA contemporary fantasy debut following a teenage Chinese American ghost speaker who (reluctantly) makes a deal to raise her nemesis from the dead.

Jason C. McDonald is a software developer, speaker, and author of both fiction and non-fiction. By day, he works as a Consultant, specializing in Python software engineering. By night, he is the founder of MousePaw Media, an open source software organization where he trains software development interns. You can usually find him haunting his local coffee shops.

But the dead are very clever with their propaganda. In the beginning, they sometimes sent metallic gray drones over our towns, scattering leaflets filled with messages purporting to be from our loved ones. We burned the leaflets and shot at the drones, and eventually, they stopped coming.

Lately, their efforts have turned to the children. The dead may have finally given up on us, but they are grasping for the next generation, for our future. As her father, I have a duty to protect Lucy from that which she does not yet understand. be457b7860