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A whistling through teeth. / He shuts his eyes but still sees / the red glow of exit signs.

The majestic high-wheel bicycle, with its spider wheels and rubber tires, emerged in the mid-1870s as the standard bicycle.

Between the twelfth and fifteenth centuries in Europe, not all women fit the stereotype of passive housewife and mother. Many led bold and dynamic lives.

To most Canadians, the Molson name is part of the very fabric of Canada.

Shiver. Swift whip of wind. / Fangs of the low front / stinging fierce as forest fires. / Frost thickening the stoop.

In 1936, long before the discovery of the Viking settlement at L'Anse aux Meadows, the Royal Ontario Museum made a sensational acquisition: the contents of a Viking grave that prospector Eddy

All songs have skin, / all skin has holes. On High, Neil Surkan's debut collection of poetry, searches for spirits in myriad places.

Twenty-nine-year-old Natasha Bell went for an evening jog, just like any other night - except now no one knows where she is.

When social attitudes researcher Bill Harcourt puts an advertisement in the newspaper for 'listeners' to work on an unconventional project, he anticipates that his team of eavesdroppers w

Gripping in its intensity, excruciating in its detail, John Mellor's account of the 1942 Canadian raid on the well-fortified beach town of Dieppe, France, is written with the fairness of a goo

With these 61 readable essays, Cape Breton's Tom Urbaniak brings a courageous, critical and constructive eye to problems of our time.

GODMOTHER OF CAPE BRETON FICTION, and an essential figure in contemporary storytelling, Tessie Gillis has inspired Nova Scotia writers including Lynn Coady, Ann-Marie MacDonald, Alistair MacLeod, a

It was supposed to be a simple recovery operation. All Harder Security had to do was liberate a ransomed plane and fly it from Angola to anywhere else.

A murder, a missing body, and a sensational trial that gripped Nova Scotia. Will Sandeson seemed like a model son.

Just below the Antigonish-Guysborough County line, there is an overgrown spot, nearly impossible to find without a guide, where the cursed MacDonald farm once stood.