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Sleeth did not go down without a fight, breaking back. Then, not only did Tian consolidate the break, but she added her second break of the set for 5-1. The first break of the second set again came off Tian's racket, this time for 3-1. A pivotal deuce point went the way of Tian for 6-4, preventing Sleeth from extending the set with the ball in her court. Sleeth immediately broke back to put the match back on serve, however, where it would stay until the set's final game. Tian set the tone early Saturday, breaking the serve of Sleeth for a 2-0 first-set lead. The NCAA singles championship represents the first in the career of head coach Stella Sampras Webster, who was on staff as an assistant coach under Bill Zaima when Phebus collected hers. She completed her debut college season with a singles record of 30-7, including a 17-6 mark against nationally-ranked opponents. En route to the title, Tian won six matches without dropping a single set. 9-16-seeded Tian joined UCLA Athletic Hall of Famer Keri Phebus as the only Bruins to lift the trophy at the season-ending event. – Freshman Fangran Tian of the UCLA women's tennis team completed a sparkling run through the 2023 NCAA Championships singles tournament Saturday at the USTA National Campus, defeating Layne Sleeth of Oklahoma 6-4, 6-2 for the second NCAA singles title in program history. I let it pool in my mouth until it dribbles out, since everything hurts too damn much to spit. The blood spills over my bottom lip and onto the floor like a long strip of red paint. I nodded, taking her hand in mine and feeling a rush of heat spread up my arm again. The corners of my mouth turned up, but I held back my laugh. She narrowed her eyes and looked back to the street. “I don’t think they let girls race,” I said, trying not to laugh in her face. We can go there when we’re in high school, but we have to have a car. “It’s a race track where the big kids go. Her eyes perked up, and she turned to me. “I’m going to race at the Loop someday,” I told her. Our bare feet swung back and forth in the air. “I like cars.” I kicked off my DC shoes, letting them fall to the ground, and she did the same with her red Chucks. She didn’t look at me, but she rolled her eyes. I just felt like I should tell her anything to make her feel good.Įven hug her, which is what I really wanted to do right now. I didn’t want to make it seem like she had it better than me. Upon becoming Honeywell’s CEO in 2002, he encountered an organization on the verge of failure, thanks to years of untrammeled short-termism. With competition intense and investors demanding strong quarterly gains now, leaders all too often feel obliged to sacrifice the investments so necessary for long-term growth.ĭave Cote is intimately familiar with this problem. Short-termism is rampant among executives and managers today, causing many companies to underperform and even go out of business. David Cote, the much-respected former leader of Honeywell International and one of the most successful CEOs of his generation, shares a simple, paradigm-shifting method of achieving both short- and long-term goals. Business leaders often take actions that prop up earnings in the short term, but compromise their companies’ long-term health. When it's time for her to head back to school, will Ezra be able to let her go? Or will he keep his kidnapped girl forever? *Warning! This book alpha is over-the-top, head over heels in love with his girl. He takes her to his house and she knows that she should be scared but there's something about the kind giant that draws her in and has her falling head over heels. She heads out over spring break with her camera and supplies, but instead of finding Bigfoot, she wakes up to Ezra, the rugged man who lives in the woods there. I should be scared of my kidnapper, but there's something about him that draws me in. When I wake up over some guys shoulder, being carried through the woods, I wonder if coming out here all alone maybe wasn't my best idea. She’ll just go out into the woods and get some shots of the scenery and maybe some animal tracks, edit it together and hopefully get a passing grade. I was only in the woods for my film class. She doesn't really believe the legend but she figures it will be an interesting subject and easy enough to film. She's at a loss for a subject when she remembers the local lore that Bigfoot lives in the woods bordering campus. All that stands between her and her bright future is a film class. Then she can start her own business and finally help out her parents. Brexly Vos just has to finish one more semester and she’ll have her degree. Agent: Stephanie Cabot, Susanna Lea Assoc. Nebula and Lambda Award-winning author Nicola Griffith returns with Spear, a glorious queer retelling of Arthurian legend, full of dazzling magic and intoxicating adventure. With a gender-swapped protagonist and purposeful representation of people of color and people with disabilities, this is an ideal pick for fans of retold legends, as well as those looking for diverse fantasy. She is the author of over half a dozen novels, including Spear, Hild, and So Lucky, and her books have won the Nebula. Steeped in period texture that brings remote history fully into the present, and lushly illustrated by Rovina Cai ( The Seventh Raven), this tale of destiny, belonging, and home is a genuine pleasure. Nicola Griffith (she/her) is a dual UK/US citizen living in Seattle. Before long, her untrained magic makes her a target, and she must return home to face her greatest challenge yet. There, in classic Arthurian style, Peretur faces a battery of tests and challenges-embarking on quests, stealing the hearts of maidens, and butting heads with various members of the court. As her strength and magical ability grow, so too does her ambition, and she soon makes her way to the court of King Artos disguised as a young man. Peretur, raised in a cave by her mother, grows up desperate to see the outside world. This fresh, emotionally immediate queer spin on the Medieval tale of Percival and the Holy Grail reaffirms Griffith ( So Lucky) as a consummate storyteller. The Homeric heroes all returned to a home quite different from the place they left. In other words, the heroes left a stable world, but their absence for a decade of war so weakened society on the home front that their world completely collapsed. The archaeological record, as well as what passed for the historical record of the late Bronze Age, shows that following a great conflict at Troy, the great palace complexes and urban centers of Greece soon collapsed, plunging Greece into a Dark Age. Homer’s Odyssey is the only surviving poem from a cycle of poems called the Nostoi (“the Returns”), which told of the returns home of the various Greek heroes at Troy. Homer’s narrative of Odysseus’ return home to Ithaca was so famous in the ancient world that the work’s title, Odyssey, has become a noun meaning “journey,” especially a long journey. Of course, when the hero returns home, he or she is different because of the adventure, and he/she returns home anew. Joseph Campbell, the great myth scholar, described the hero’s story as departure – adventure – return. But to start such a voyage of discovery, what better starting place than Homer’s Odyssey? These will range from Baum’s The Wizard of Oz to Charles Darwin’s The Voyage of the Beagle. For 2012, I thought that I’d spend the year devoting myself to books that involve, or, in some way, invoke the idea of traveling. She starts to apply logic to their situation. Her stunted, but slowly maturing body, has caused her awareness and her brain to question and search for answers. There is no way to punish the child into her usual obedience. And the child has reasoned there is no need for her to explain anything - she says so, and watches the astonishment on the woman's face. One woman approaches her, Annabel, who demands to know why she is alone, sulking different. The child is angry and rebels against the women with whom she feels she can share nothing - they withhold the secret of men from her. They live in an iron-barred cage in a bunker, patrolled around the clock by three guards on changing shifts. There is nothing flashy, extraneous or dramatical - although there are disturbing and emotional events.įrom the beginning our narrator is different, because she is the only child held as a prisoner with 39 women. I always respond well to intellect driven narratives. I particularly liked the beginning which follows the developing mind of our narrator, the child, and later the unnamed woman. For me the straightforward sentences reflect accurately the ability of our narrator, who writes this story at the end of her life. He adjusts Jo's aim so she had a better shot at killing him.Stands outside near sunrise to burn, but is stopped by Xcor and the Band of Bastards.After the investigation, it is found out that Syn wasn't the one who killed them and he is spared. He was hoping that by admitting to it, the brotherhood would kill him. He admits this because he is tired of killing, tired of his talhman. After the killings at club Pyre, he admits to killing the females.He does what he can to attempt suicide, or death by brotherhood, several times: When The Band of Bastards come to the New World, Syn takes hits, or assassination jobs, to take care of his talhman. He killed murderers, cheats and thieves, but Balthazar was exempt because he was family. He began to kill many people, females too. After killing his father, it began his killing career. Syn ended up killing his father to protect a young female and male vampire that were playing nearby. Syn slept next to his deceased mother's body for 10 years. His father had beat Syn's skull so hard one night that Syn suffered from brain injury which caused blackouts, seizures and rage, where his talhman comes from. Syn was born to an abusive, alcoholic father. These trees will be standing tall long after we’re gone. They were here before anyone alive now was born, even the Queen, even before the Alchemist and the Sorceress bound time to blood and metal-if there ever was such a time. Papa says some of the trees in the forest are a thousand years old. The lie freezes in the winter air, falls to the ground like snow. I would never leave my father alone, especially not if he’s- “He’s not,” I tell myself. I could stay out here all day, or just keep walking through trees glittering with webs of fine ice, through the sunlight sifted into daggers. I’ve always loved it here, the way the tangled branches overhead shutter out the sun and block the bitter wind. Besides, I know these woods better than anyone else. Luckily, in the winter, there’s no undergrowth to hide the thieves from sight, no birdsong to muffle their footsteps. They’re why Papa doesn’t like me hunting, but we have no choice. The forest holds real danger-thieves who lie in wait, crude knives and alchemic powder on their belts, to steal time from anyone venturing outside the safety of the village. I know better than to be afraid of stories. Even the spirit of the Alchemist himself is said to wander these woods, trapping whole eternities in a breath. Most people find the forest frightening, believing the old tales of fairies who will freeze the time in your blood, or witches who can spill your years out over the snow with only a whisper. |