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The Adventures of the Pancake KnightBort, a tiny curious walrus with a heart of gold plagued by amnesia. Found wandering in the mountain village of Lemnar by Garlic and Xoey, two locals turned dear friends.Celebrating his one-year anniversary of being a pancake chef in Lemnear, unrest creeps into Bort's heart. Life's routine and quiet comforts have become too much to bear. Not willing to go on any longer with the same standards, Bort decides to change his fate.With a foolhardy step to change his fortune, Bort must reach deep into his heart of hearts and find the courage, strength, and determination to stay his new course. These are his first steps into becoming, the Pancake Knight.

Lo que algunos críticos tienen que decir sobre el escritor Van Holt: "Hazte a un lado Louis L'Amour, otro gran escritor occidental está aquí ..." --Heather "Tenía la sensación de que Van Holt ... en realidad podría ser el sucesor de Zane Gray, un maestro de escritores de historias del oeste, cuyas novelas marcaron el estilo de una generación". "Van Holt es el rey de los oestes infernales ..." --Rarebird1EL HOMBRE LLAMADO BOWDRY No se sabe mucho sobre el hombre llamado Bowdry. Los hechos desnudos son los siguientes.En algún momento alrededor de 1880 cabalgó en Gray Buttes, Nevada, una ciudad olvidada durante mucho tiempo, se quedó por un tiempo en la cabaña Pollard en las colinas y, después de que el anciano fuera asesinado, hizo una guerra implacable contra el equipo vecino de 3-Bar que se ejecutó por el clan Wadley, conocidos ladrones y asesinos. Luego desapareció, para no ser visto más, ni nunca más se supo de él.Era el único que sabía cómo tantos hombres se quedaron muertos en las colinas pobladas de rocas alrededor de la vieja choza de Pollard, y nunca se lo contó a nadie, a menos que fuera la hermosa y pelirroja mujer llamada Lucy Reardon.Hubo quienes dudaron si su verdadero nombre era Bowdry. Algunos incluso sospechaban que él era realmente el hijo perdido del anciano Pollard y que su nombre era Will Pollard, un misterioso pistolero que deambulaba por el oeste antiguo. Pero antes de que apareciera el extraño nunca se le había ocurrido a nadie que el viejo Pollard podría tener un hijo, y la mayoría se hubiera reído de la idea de que estuviera relacionado de alguna manera con el legendario pistolero que tenía el mismo apellido.Nadie sabía mucho sobre el viejo. Nadie siquiera sabía cuál era su nombre. La gente de Gray Buttes simplemente lo llamaba Pollard o Pollard, y sonreía con cierta condescendencia cuando lo mencionaban.Advertencia: leer una historia del oeste viejo de Van Holt se puede hacer que se quiere montarse a caballo y cazar a algunos tipos malos en el Viejo Oeste. Por supuesto, la forma más fácil y divertida de hacerlo es vicariamente, leyendo otro historia del oeste de Van Holt. Van Holt escribe las historias del oeste de la manera en que deben ser escritos.

What some reviewers have to say about Van Holt's writing: "Step aside Louis L'Amour, another great Western writer is here…" --Heather "I had a feeling that Van Holt…might actually be the successor to Zane Gray, a master Western storysmith, whose novels set the style of a generation." --Stern0 "Van Holt is King of the Spaghetti Western…" --Rarebird1 THE MAN CALLED BOWDRY Not much is known for certain about the man called Bowdry. The bare facts are as follows. Sometime around 1880 he rode into Gray Buttes, Nevada-a long forgotten town-stayed for a time at the Pollard shack out in the hills and, after the old man was killed, made relentless war on the neighboring 3-Bar outfit which was run by the Wadley clan, known thieves and rustlers. Then he disappeared, to be seen no more, nor was he ever heard of again.He was the only one who knew how so many men ended up dead in the boulder-strewn hills around the old Pollard shack, and he never told anyone, unless it was the wild and beautiful redheaded woman named Lucy Reardon.There were those who doubted if his real name was Bowdry. Some even suspected that he was really old man Pollard's long-lost son and that his name was Will Pollard, a mysterious gunfighter who roamed the early West. But before the stranger appeared it had never occurred to anyone that old man Pollard might have a son, and most would have laughed at the notion that he was related in any way to the legendary gunfighter who happened to have the same last name.No one knew very much about the old man. No one even knew what his first name was. The people of Gray Buttes just called him old man Pollard or old Pollard, and smiled in a certain condescending way when they mentioned him. Warning: Reading a Van Holt western may make you want to get on a horse and hunt some bad guys down in the Old West. Of course, the easiest and most enjoyable way to do it is vicariously-by reading another Van Holt western.Van Holt writes westerns the way they were meant to be written.

For fifteen years the New York Local has been the influential alternative newspaper its founder, John Scanlon, wanted it to be. The staff believed Manhattan was the center of the universe and it was their aim to keep it there. But when a decaying hotel on lower Broadway collapses on a warm Friday evening in August 1973 something is wrong. The Broadway Central, a last resort for some of the city's poorest residents, is a few minutes walk from the paper's press room but they miss the story. For Rush Fletcher, longtime reporter and columnist for the weekly Local, this neglect is personal. Journalism is all he's ever cared about and the Local is his home. He doesn't make much money but he can write what he wants. Now his instincts tell him they are not doing their job. When a young girl's body is found in the ruins of the hotel he wants more answers, about her and about the newspaper he loves.