Midnight is a novel by the best-selling author Dean Koontz. It was published in 1989. The book is a cross-genre novel. It includes aspects of suspense, science fiction, love story, and horror.
As with many Koontz books, Midnight is divided into parts. Part One: Along the Night Coast, contains chapters one through fifty-seven. Part Two: Daybreak in Hades, contains thirty-seven chapters, but is similar to Part One in that it begins with its own 'Chapter One'. Part Three: The Night Belongs To Them, follows suit, begins with its own Chapter One, and has forty-one chapters.
It is interesting to note that Midnight contains a total of one-hundred and thirty-five chapters, far exceeding the chapter count of most contemporary novels.
Midnight is Dean Koontz's first No. 1 hardcover on the New York Times bestseller list.
Midnight has a mixture of two classic plots- the great 50's film Invasion of the Body Snatchers and the classic H.G. Wells tale, The Island of Dr. Moreau. And, indeed, Koontz cleverly mentions both of these later in the novel.
Midnight is a 2003 album by Diane Schuur, of songs written by Barry Manilow.
All songs written by Barry Manilow, co-writers indicated.
Midnight is a fantasy novel, the first book in Erin Hunter's Warriors: The New Prophecy series. Following The Darkest Hour and Firestar's Quest, and preceding Moonrise, it was released May 10, 2005. The novel centers on a group of feral cats living in four Clans: ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan.
More than a year has passed since the previous book, [The Darkest Hour (Warriors)]. Bramblepaw, Tigerstar's son, has received his warrior name, Brambleclaw. Firestar has had two kits with Sandstorm, named Squirrelpaw and Leafpaw. Squirrelpaw is apprenticed to Dustpelt, and Leafpaw is apprenticed to Cinderpelt, to train to become the next medicine cat of ThunderClan. While Leafpaw and Cinderpelt search for herbs, StarClan, the cats' ancestors, sends Cinderpelt an ominous warning in some burning bracken, a picture of a tiger running through fire, which she interprets to mean that fire and tiger will destroy the forest. Cinderpelt concludes that the warning must be about Squirrelpaw and Brambleclaw, the daughter of Firestar and the son of Tigerstar, respectively. They share the warning with Firestar, who later decides to keep Brambleclaw and Squirrelpaw separated.
Malo is an Italian brand of cashmere, started in Florence in 1972 by brothers Alfredo and Giacomo Canessa.
Much of Malo's output is produced in Italy. Its collections are seasonal and are distributed through a direct sales network that includes Malo shops, multi-brand stores and selected department stores in different parts of the world.
Malo Tricot Srl was started by brothers Giacomo and Alfredo Canessa in 1972 in Florence. The company relocated in 1973 to Campi Bisenzio in the province of Florence in Tuscany, where cashmere production commenced. During the 70s and 80s the company became nationally known.
In 1980, Malo Tricot became Malo Spa and the company expanded beyond its initial regional boundaries to open a showroom in Milan. In 1984 Malo USA Inc. was opened in New York to distribute knitwear products in the United States. In 1988, Malo Spa acquired the knitting mill Velley Spa of Alessandria and Abor Srl of Piacenza as part of a campaign of further expansion.
In 1989 Malo Spa changed its name to Mac (Manufacturing Associate Cashmere). From the 90s onwards, the company's strategy focused on increasing exports, through the opening of sales offices in strategic markets (New York, Düsseldorf, Paris, Tokyo) and the growth of flagship stores to promote the brand.
Saint Malo (also known as Maclou or Mac'h Low, in Latin, as Maclovius or Machutus, born c. 27 March 520 died 15 November 621) was the mid-6th century founder of Saint-Malo in Brittany, France. He is one of the seven founder saints of Brittany.
Details of Malo's career are preserved in three medieval 'Lives' which seem to include incidents associated with several different people of similar names. Despite this confusion, it appears that Malo was born about the year 520, probably in Wales.
His name may derive from the Old Breton machlou, a compound of mach "warrant, hostage" and lou (or loh) "brilliant, bright, beautiful".
Malo is said to have been baptized by Saint Brendan and to have become his favourite disciple. However, serious doubt has been cast on the authenticity of this section of his life. He is said to have been one of those specially selected by that holy man for his oft-described voyage.
It was traditionally from Llancarfan Abbey that Saint Brendan and his disciple, Malo, with numerous companions set forth for the discovery of the "Island of the Blest". He then put to sea on a second voyage and visited the Island of Cézembre, in the seaward front of St Malo, where he tarried for some time. Supposedly, Maclovius was a dead giant, who Brendan revived with his holiness. Brendan then baptized him, before allowing him to return to being dead. It was supposedly on the occasion of his second voyage that he evangelized the Orkney Islands and the northern isles of Scotland. It is remarkable that Saint Brendan also laboured at Cézembre where he is said to have had a hermit's cell on a precipitous rock in the sea, whither he often retired. This may be the derivation of the association between the two men, although Baring-Gould suggested that, in this case, Brendan is a mistake for Branwaladr.
SHOW ME WHAT MY DREAMS ARE MADE OF!
Believe me, we're coming home,
We keep marching cause we're heading north,
With the sun, guiding into every song,
I swear we won't fail, we be taking too long,
We shape our world with hands of stone,
No matter how far we've come,
Sleepless nights are our closest friends,
With no clouds above my head,
Keep singing,
In your own head, you feel the light dim fast,
Find it and look no further,
Deep inside, hiding from yourself,
I won't hold you back no longer,
What we said we want, we said we could,
What you said we were, we ended up being,
What we said we want, we said we could,
What you said we were, we ended up being,
When you burn for something,
You're left with nothing,
When you burn for something,
You're left with nothing,
When I swallow the fire, it doesn't burn no more,
When I swallow the fire, it doesn't burn no more,
It only sets alight the sparkle, in order to end this
war,
When I swallow the fire, it doesn't burn no more,
It only sets alight the sparkle, in order to end this
war,
Show me what my dreams are made of,
Believe me, we're coming home,
We keep marching cause we're heading north,
With the sun, guiding into every song,
I swear we won't fail, we be taking too long,
We shape our world with hands of stone,
No matter how far things seem to become,
Sleepless nights are our closest friends,
With no clouds above my head,
Keep singing,
When you burn for something,