Edward Ellis: 290 books

I Write All Day Long. My 42 Published Paperback Books. I Am Tired Of Editing My Writing For Jealous Losers. I Am Tired Of Being Censored. I Am A Writer Man. I Am Tired Of Illiterates Trying To Run My Shows.

I Write All Day Long. My 42 Published Paperback Books. I Am Tired Of Editing My Writing For Jealous Losers. I Am Tired Of Being Censored. I Am A Writer Man. I Am Tired Of Illiterates Trying To Run My Shows.

I Write All Day Long. My 42 Published Paperback Books. I Am Tired Of Editing My Writing For Jealous Losers. I Am Tired Of Being Censored. I Am A Writer Man. I Am Tired Of Illiterates Trying To Run My Shows.

I Write All Day Long. My 42 Published Paperback Books. I Am Tired Of Editing My Writing For Jealous Losers. I Am Tired Of Being Censored. I Am A Writer Man. I Am Tired Of Illiterates Trying To Run My Shows.

I Write All Day Long. My 42 Published Paperback Books. I Am Tired Of Editing My Writing For Jealous Losers. I Am Tired Of Being Censored. I Am A Writer Man. I Am Tired Of Illiterates Trying To Run My Shows.

The reader will recall that at the close of The River Fugitives the narrative left our friends in a situation, apparently, of safety; and the belief, on the part of Jo Minturn, his sister Rosa and Ned Clinton, was strong that, in their flight from the dreadful scenes of the Wyoming massacre of July,...

I don't suppose there is any use in trying to find out when the game of “Jack Stones” was first played. No one can tell. It certainly is a good many hundred years old. All boys and girls know how to play it. There is the little rubber ball, which you toss in the air, catch up one of the...

The works of Poe were dark and often disturbing. From dismembered corpses, rivals bricked behind cellar walls, murders in back alleys, laments for lost loves, obsessions that drive men - and women! - to madness, his stories have had a profound impact on both the horror and mystery genres to this day. In...

I Write All Day Long. My 42 Published Paperback Books. I Am Tired Of Editing My Writing For Jealous Losers. I Am Tired Of Being Censored. I Am A Writer Man. I Am Tired Of Illiterates Trying To Run My Shows.

There was snow in the air. Warren Starr had felt it ever since meridian, though not a flake had fallen, and the storm might be delayed for hours yet to come. There was no mistaking the dull leaden sky, the chill in the atmosphere, and that dark, increasing gloom which overspreads the heavens at such times.

A young man receives an urgent cryptic message, and goes on an unexpected adventure.