title: Moonlight Through The Pines: Tales From Georgia Evenings
author:  Jimmy Jacobs 
description: This loosely organized gathering of amusing reminiscences, family stories, and tall tales with a mild regional flavor from a storytelling festival regular will give both novice and experienced storytellers fresh material to share. Most of the misadventures involve fishing, hunting, or animals: an ill-fated attempt to please a new boss' British wife by organizing a truffle hunt; Jacob's invention of the "Bushy Eyebrow," a trout lure so surefire that state authorities try to ban it; and a crowd-pleasing dustup with nest-defending vultures, whose method of attack involves projectile vomiting. In a more traditional vein are Cherokee tales about the possum's naked tail and the stripes on chipmunk's back, a "Cultural History of Grits," and a hired hand's supposed encounter with a "hoop snake." More raconteur than folklorist, Jacobs seldom includes source notes, but his homespun, understated brand of humor will have readers and listeners in stitches, and tellers struggling to keep a straight face. <i>John Peters</i><br><i>Copyright &#169; American Library Association. All rights reserved</i>
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  BETWEEN TWO THORNS
  
   **BOOK 1 OF**
  
   **THE SPLIT WORLDS**
  
  _For the one who listened to a crazy idea on a summer afternoon and said yes_
  
  1
  
  That night in Bath was the third time Sam’s beer bladder had got him into
  trouble. The first involved a bus, an empty bottle and a terrible
  underestimation of its volume. The second was at his wedding, when he’d taken
  an emergency piss behind the marquee, only to discover that with the stately
  home’s floodlights behind him, the silhouette of his relief was in plain view
  from the top table. Five years later he still hadn’t lived that one down.
  
  Clothed in the warm blanket of inebriation, all Sam cared about was finding a
  secluded spot off the path to ease his discomfort so he could enjoy the walk
  home without an aching bladder.
  
  The good and sensible residents of Bath were asleep in their beds and the
  street was far enough away from the centre to be free of drunken locals and
  lost tourists. The grand Georgian buildings