Some of Aurora House authors decided to try their luck with the Readers Favourite Book Awards. We have received most of the reviews back and here are the ones who received an award for their book. Well Done! The books were varied in their genre, from autobiography, to historical fiction, to children’s books, and parenting.

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Flames of Rebellion BOOK LAUNCH!

Flames of Rebellion BOOK LAUNCH!

Flames of Rebellion by new Australian author Warwick O’Neill will be officially launched at REaD Cafe, Paradise Resort, Gold Coast, Qld on Saturday 9th April at 6.30pm ALL ARE WELCOME Meet and talk with the author. Find out how he researched his book.    On his release from gaol, all Patrick Flanagan wanted was a

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I have Wheels of Mizfortunate and thought I’d say a few words about it. I think the book was a unique inside up close look into what it would be like if the worst happened to us , an accident or mishap that would be crippling. I recently broke my ankle and was immobilized for

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With hectic schedules ruling the day, people often underestimate the importance of taking time to relax and recharge—even if for only a few minutes. To that point, why not do so with a good book? Whether you’re curled up on the couch after work or simply on your lunch break, eReading companies such as Kobo

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Our new releases are forging their way in the book world! Authors Amanda Starling (Mumma to Be) and Gigi Sedlmayer (Talon series) are making waves!           Aurora House now has the complete Talon series to date. The first four books are brilliant reading for children aged 8-12 years. The bonding between

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It was during the first snowstorm of the new year. The color green was something you saw in pictures tacked to the wall or in a memory from what felt like years ago. I was living alone in a studio apartment in a shitty section of west Cleveland. Everything was the same color in that neighborhood, even in the summer. It was the kind of dirty grey that gets swept up into the air of unfinished basements and cold storage warehouses. There were no stairs to get to my apartment. I was as far down as you can get without going under. I slept in the same room as the oven, but I liked the smallness of it. When I was young my sister and I used to zip each other into suitcases. We would drag the suitcases up and down the stairs, and all around the living room, laughing hysterically.

That first morning I wrapped a scarf around my neck and lit the stove. I tripped over my shoes on my way to the sink to fill the pot. I looked down at them accusingly, as if anyone but me could have put them there. I looked up after kicking them across the room and that was when I saw him for the first time. I wouldn’t find out until later that he had been there for weeks. Inches away from me as I slept. An arm’s reach as I showered and dressed each morning. He sat with me while I overcooked my eggs and searched the internet for a cat to adopt, each time deciding against it because I could imagine it snowballing into two or three until I became one of those women.

The outside world that day, and every day since I had been living there, was a white swirling mixture of ground and sky. Set against the bright seamless backdrop was the outline of a man. He was fading in and out with each gust of wind, like a Polaroid gone backwards. But I saw him. I saw the tip of one of his pink fingers poking out of a hole in his glove. His hands were up against his mouth which was covered in a thick dark beard and his breath came in a long slow billow of white smoke, like the mouth of a gutter under a frozen street. His hood was pulled up over his head which made his eyes ever brighter in the shadow. I couldn’t tell what color they were, but they seemed to have a reflection inside them like the round outline of a flashbulb in the eye of a magazine model. I didn’t scream. I felt nothing like adrenaline, or dread. Or that feeling when your heart beats so fast it makes you want to throw up. Nothing like that happened. If someone told me that they saw a strange man staring at them through their window I would have expected to hear them say, “And then I screamed and dropped my glass and it shattered and I ran to the phone and dialed 911 and then I ran to my front door and pulled the deadbolt across and then I hid in the bathroom with the door closed and I couldn’t stop shaking.” But I didn’t do any of that. I stood completely still as if someone was holding me there, and I watched as the man I saw so clearly disappeared into the endless white.

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