Hyzer (217 résultats)

Etat : good. A copy that has been read, remains in good condition. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. The spine and cover show signs of wear. Pages can include notes and highlighting and show signs of wear, and the copy can include "From the library of" labels or previous owner inscriptions. 100% GUARANTEE! Shipped with delivery confirmation, if you're not satisfied with purchase please return item! Ships via media mail.…

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Etat : Very Good. Very Good condition. A copy that may have a few cosmetic defects. May also contain light spine creasing or a few markings such as an owner's name, short gifter's inscription or light stamp.

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Etat : As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Etat : As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Etat : As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Soft cover. Etat : New. Etat de la jaquette : New. This books is brand new and available for immediate delivery.

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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. Matt Hyzer makes his Shawnee debut with this charming collection of reflections for sanctuary pianists. These short, yet musically complete, arrangements can be used in a variety of worship settings and the assortment of styles employed makes them a fresh approach to service playing needs. Matt Hyzer makes his Shawnee debut with this charming collection of reflections for sanctuary pianists. These short, yet musically complete, arrangements can be used in a variety of worship settings and the assortment of styles employed makes them a fresh approach to service playing needs. From more classic traditional approaches to a gentle jazz vernacular, you will find something for every taste in these short, yet exceedingly-effective moments for worship. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Etat : New. Brand New.

Etat : As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

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Etat : New.

Etat : As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

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Paperback. Etat : New.

Etat : As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Etat : good. The book is in good condition with all pages and cover intact, including the dust jacket if originally issued. The spine may show light wear. Pages may contain some notes or highlighting, and there might be a "From the library of" label. Boxed set packaging, shrink wrap, or included media like CDs may be missing.…

Paperback. Etat : Good. No Jacket. Pages can have notes/highlighting. Spine may show signs of wear. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. No one knew his real name. Giving him one felt too intimate, like naming a hurricane or trying to baptize lightning. Names implied beginnings and endings, parents and report cards, bedtimes and curfews, dental appointments and Little League tryouts. This legend had none of those. He existed outside the calendar, outside the census, outside the very idea that children were supposed to grow up or grow old or grow anything at all except chaos.So the town settled on the only honest description they could muster, whispered first by a kindergartener who saw him vanish into a bush after turning the school fountain into a geyser of root beer, and repeated until it became scripture, carved into desks and spray-painted on water towers and sung in jump-rope rhymes: Dumb Kid.He never knocked. He never called ahead. He never filled out a visitor's form or asked permission or waited for an invitation. He simply materialized: one moment a street corner was empty except for a stray cat blinking lazily in the sun, the next there was a lanky silhouette in clothes that looked borrowed from three different giants (a yellow raincoat that dragged on the ground, a cape made from a bedsheet with suspicious spaghetti stains, swim flippers on the wrong feet), moving with the serene confidence of someone who had never once in his life considered the possibility that gravity might win, or that fire might burn, or that a grown man with a badge and a very large flashlight might actually catch him.Then something exploded, or caught fire, or turned itself inside out in ways physics textbooks had never anticipated. Paint cans became rainbows that painted the sky for three days. Fountains became volcanoes that erupted goldfish and lemonade. Libraries became confetti cannons that buried story hour in shredded encyclopedias. Town squares became impromptu circuses where the ringmaster was a plunger-wielding pirate king who crowned himself with deviled eggs.And by the time the smoke cleared and the foam settled and the feathers stopped falling and the rubber chickens stopped squeaking, he was gone: no footprints leading away, no witnesses who could agree on what color his eyes had been (some said blue, some said green, some said they glowed like fireflies), only the lingering smell of popcorn, paint, and pure unfiltered chaos, and the faint, fading echo of a nasal giggle carried away on the wind like the last note of a song you can't quite remember but can't forget either.Old men at the diner argued for hours over black coffee and burnt toast, their voices rising and falling like the river in spring flood. "Prankster," claimed Mayor Buford P. Grumbles between sips of decaf and dabs at his perpetually glitter-flecked toupee, which had never quite recovered from the Great Glitter Gremlin Caper. "Poltergeist," countered Sheriff Hank Wilkins, flipping through a file labeled DK INCIDENTS that now required its own drawer, its own reinforced lock, and its own fire extinguisher after the Mummy Inferno. "Living warning against boredom," muttered Mrs. Finch the librarian, who had taken to locking the fog machines in a vault after last Halloween and still found rubber chickens in the card catalog every Tuesday morning, as regular as clockwork.Children drew him in crayon: stick figure, triangle hat, sneakers like boats, grin stretching ear to ear, sometimes with a rubber chicken under one arm and a plunger under the other. Teenagers dared each other to spend the night in Widow's Woods, hoping to catch a glimpse of the floppy hat drifting between the trees like a ghost ship, or to hear the squeak-squeak-squeak of those impossible shoes on the crunching leaves. Mothers warned their kids to come straight home after dark, then found themselves listening at open windows for that same squeak-squeak-squeak crossing the porch roof at 2 Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Etat : New.

PAP. Etat : New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

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Etat : New.

Etat : New.

Paperback. Etat : Fair. No Jacket. Missing dust jacket; Readable copy. Pages may have considerable notes/highlighting. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.