John Edward Jenkins (2 July 1838 - 4 June 1910), known as Edward Jenkins or J. Edward Jenkins, was a barrister, author and Liberal Party politician in the United Kingdom. He was best known as an author of satirical novels, and also served as the Agent-General of Canada, encouraging emigration to the new Dominion. He contested several parliamentary elections, but won only one, and sat in the House of Commons from 1874 to 1880.
John Henry Warden was a carpenter by trade; he was a well-to-do workman, employed constantly in a profitable and moneymaking business. God had also endowed him with excellent mental and physical powers. Sickness was unknown to this man, and as to the many heart-aches which come into the daily measure of most other lives, they were strangers to his nature. He did not understand moping; he had no sympathy with gloom. He considered himself a successful man, he was also ambitious; he meant, if he lived, to leave this world in a much higher position than when he had entered it. He was very much respected by his neighbours, for he was a strictly honourable, upright, and honest man. But though respected he was not loved. It was his misfortune that never yet in all his life had he either awakened or given love. And yet he was not without those closest ties which knit hearts to hearts. He had been a husband; he was now a widower and a father. He had married a young and beautiful girl, a sensitive creature who needed love as the plants need sunshine. She lived with him for a little over ten years, all the time, year after year, fading slowly but surely.
If the prince wants to play, he can fondle his own jewels. That cocky, tyrannical "bastard." He threw me in the palace dungeon! That's right-the Crown Prince caught me sneaking into his kingdom, so he slapped me in handcuffs. He's pompous, he's presumptuous, and he's a royal pain in my ass. But the madder I get, the less I can resist that chiseled body, those ripped abs, that arrogant smile, that raging hard... scepter. I hate his f*ckin' guts, but I just can't keep my hands off the royal goods. "ONE" night together was all it took. One hard, fast, and unprotected mistake. "And now... " I'm pregnant with the prince's baby. But if the King discovers our dirty little secret...."..OH. MY. GOD."
In 1956 A 12 year old boy has encounter that sets him on a path. By 1960, he and two friends are singing Doo Wop music and garnering considerable attention. He has a great run and then, The British Invasion comes. He has a life with many twists and turns. there is joy and tragedy, crooked managers, good contracts and bad lawyers, and the women. He finds love, has a family and his life goes on. At middle age he starts thinking of the good and the bad, the great deeds done and the opportunities missed. He bonds with a friend of his, a drummer from decades before who is starting out on a new adventure. Maybe the Old Magic can come again.
Just when you thought the fairies couldn't get any cuter. . . here come the baby animals!
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