Angebote zu "Scalp" (7 Treffer)

idHair Black Active Scalp Balancing Shampoo (25...
9,95 € *
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(3,98 € / 100 ml)

Shampoo / Menge in ml: 250 ml / Verpackungsart: Flasche / Typ: Waschen & Pflegen / Anwendungsgebiet: empfindliche Kopfhaut / Für wen: Männer / Bitte beachten Sie: Die Inhalte der einzelnen Angebote können variieren!

Anbieter: idealo-Deutschlands
Stand: 16.04.2018
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idHair Black Active Scalp Balancing Shampoo (25...
9,95 € *
zzgl. 2,95 € Versand
(3,98 € / 100 ml)

Shampoo / Menge in ml: 250 ml / Verpackungsart: Flasche / Typ: Waschen & Pflegen / Anwendungsgebiet: empfindliche Kopfhaut / Für wen: Männer / Bitte beachten Sie: Die Inhalte der einzelnen Angebote können variieren!

Anbieter: idealo-Deutschlands
Stand: 05.04.2018
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id Hair Black for Men Active Scalp Balancing Sh...
21,99 € *
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(87,96 EUR/l) id Hair Black for Men Active Scalp Balancing Shampoo 250ml. Feuchtigkeitsspendendes beruhigendes Shampoo. Geeignet für sensible und gestresste Kopfhaut.

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Stand: 14.04.2018
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Scalper´s Trail: Golden Hawk, Book 6 , Hörbuch,...
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Golden Hawk hires out to lead a band of tenderfeet through a maze of mountains and dead-end gullies ruled by the proud Blackfoot nation. To complicate matters, the great Blackfoot warrior chief Black Feather has vowed to take Golden Hawk´s scalp. Further bloodying the waters is a raging tribal war in which Golden Hawk has to take sides and take lives, while a mountain man named Elias Hogwood proves a white man can be as savage as a redskin and twice as treacherous.... 1. Language: English. Narrator: Maynard Villers. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/bimo/001304de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.

Anbieter: Audible - Hörbücher
Stand: 22.11.2017
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The Black Hawk War
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Black Hawks name, as given in his autobiography, was Ma-ka-tai-she-kia-kiak, and, without reference to the many renditions of it by various writers, is the version that will be adopted in this work as nearest authentic. He was born in the year 1767 at the Sac or Sauk village, located on the north bank of Rock River in the State of Illinois, about three miles above its confluence with the Mississippi. His father, Py-e-sa, a grandson of Na-na-ma-kee or Thunder (a descendant of other Thunders), was born near Montreal, Canada, where the Great Spirit was reputed in Indian lore to have first placed the great Sac nation. Black Hawk was a full blood Sac, five feet eleven inches tall in his moccasins; of broad but meager build and capable of great endurance. His features were pinched and drawn, giving unusual prominence to the cheek bones and a Roman nose, itself pronounced. The chin was sharp. The mouth was full and inclined to remain open in repose. His eyes were bright, black and restless, glistening as they roamed during a conversation. Above these rested no eyebrows. The forehead was given the appearance of unusual fullness and height from the fact that all hair was plucked from the scalp, with the single exception of the scalp lock, to which, on occasions of state, was fastened a bunch of eagle feathers. In his later years it was his boast that he had worn the lock with such prominence to tempt an enemy to fight for it and to facilitate its removal should he be slain in the encounter. This statement, however, must be received as a boast and nothing more, because among the Sacs the custom of plucking from the scalp all hairs save the scalp lock was general and not confined to Black Hawks redoubtable person, as he would have us believe. J.C. Beltrami, the Italian traveler, who ascended the Mississippi in 1823, stopping at all the Indian villages, particularly Black Hawks upon Rock River, which he reached May 10th, has this to say, which is interesting: The faces of the Saukees, although exhibiting features characteristic of their savage state, are not disagreeable, and they are rather well made than otherwise. Their size and structure, which are of the middle kind, indicate neither peculiar strength nor weakness. Their heads are rather small; that part called by French anatomists voute orbitaire has in general no hair except a small tuft upon the pineal gland, like that of the Turks; this gives the forehead an appearance of great elevation. Their eyes are small and their eyebrows thin; the cornea approaches rather to yellow, the pupil to red; they are the link between those of the orang-outang and ours. Their ears are sufficiently large to bear all the jewels, etc., with which they are adorned; two foxes tails dangled from those of the Great Eagle. I have seen others to which were hung bells, heads of birds and dozens of buckles, which penetrated the whole cartilaginous part from top to bottom. Their noses are large and flat, like those of the nations of eastern Asia; their nostrils are pierced and ornamented like their ears. The maxillary bones, or pommettes, are very prominent. The under jaw extends outwards on both sides. Their mouths are rather large; their teeth close set, and of the finest enamel; their lips a little inverted. Their necks are regularly formed; they have large bellies and narrow chests, so that their bodies are generally larger below than above. Their feet and hands are well proportioned. Except the tuft on the head, which we have already remarked, they have no hair on any part of the body. Books which deal greatly in the marvelous convert this into an extraordinary phenomenon, but the fact is that, from a superstition common to all savages, they pluck it out, and, as they begin at an early age and use the most perservering means for its extirpation, nothing is left but a soft down.

Anbieter: ciando eBooks
Stand: 07.11.2017
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M. R. James: Five Ghost Stories , Hörbuch, Digi...
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‘He flew out of his chair with deadly, inconceivable terror clutching at his heart. The shape, whose left hand rested on the table, was rising to a standing posture behind his seat, its right hand crooked above his scalp. There was black and tattered drapery about it; the coarse hair covered it as in the drawing. The lower jaw was thin – what can I call it? – shallow like a beast’s; teeth showed behind the black lips; there was no nose; the eyes, of a fiery yellow, against which the pupils showed black and intense, and the exulting hate and thirst to destroy life which shone there, were the most horrifying features in the whole vision.’ M. R. James wrote, arguably, the finest supernatural tales in English literature, and this collection contains the best of them, including ‘Canon Alberic’s Scrapbook’, ‘Oh, Whistle, and I’ll Come To You, My Lad’, ‘Lost Hearts’, ‘Casting the Runes’, and ‘Count Magnus’. James was something of an actor and gifted storyteller and read his tales aloud to select gatherings on many a Christmas Eve. His intention, he said, was to implant in his listener the idea that, ‘if I am not careful, something of this kind might happen to me!’ James (1862-1936) was an English medieval scholar and provost of King’s College, Cambridge, and then Eton College. His ghost stories are beautifully crafted, ranging from the insidiously unsettling to the totally terrifying; his characters may catch the slightest movement out of the corner of their eye or hear, in the depths of the night, an indistinct rustling from a neighbouring bed. His professional interest in antiquarianism pervades many stories. He uses everyday contemporary settings like houses, omnibuses, hotels, golf courses, schools, and beaches, making the intrusion of the supernatural that much more unnerving. For Magpie Audio, narrator Greg Wagland relishes the opportunity to raise a goose bump or two. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Greg Wagland. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/magp/000001de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.

Anbieter: Audible - Hörbücher
Stand: 21.04.2018
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Keyboard in the Sky
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(Short read - 45 minutes - 32 pages) Julie Montcalm had a problem, or two of them. Horace Hackett Jr. was behind deadline for a story she needed. But the worst of that is he had written her into the story itself, as a character. Along with her friend and fellow classmate Micah DeWolf, she was living the story itself as Hackett wrote it. Worse, it was a hack-job version of his fathers pulp fiction story about Caribbean wars between the English and Spanish. And the two of them were right in the middle of it! Fictional characters arent supposed to die in real life, right? Luckily, they both have their smartphones and can edit the story. Maybe even save their lives in the bargain. These two find plenty of adventure and even romance as they work to fix the story before it fixes them... Excerpt: Horace Hackett Jr. was head down on his desk, the laptop filled with rows of bs and the machine bleeping. Horaces nose pressed neatly on that letter, regardless of the machines discomfort. Nearby were several empty bottles of a variety of alcoholic beverages. Looks like it was beer, then whiskey with a beer chaser, then straight whiskey as the beer was all gone. Julie Montcalm was looking over the disheveled mess of the dorm room though the open door. Behind her stood Micah De Wolf. Both students were in the same school as Horace. And both were similarly disgusted by the state of Horace and his dorm room. Laundry was everywhere but the hamper, with scattered pages of print outs. The printer was blinking and obviously out of ink. Several empty cartridges sat nearby, and more on the floor. They had completely missed the trash can. Some of his school texts hadnt. Shelves for those books were filled with food wrappers and RPG manuals. In and amongst them were grade reports and various bills from equipment dealers and pawn shop receipts. Micah crossed behind her to the keyboard on its stand against the wall. Moving some old shirts and unmentionables over to the bed, he clicked the device on and started a riff with the volume dialed low. Julie meanwhile had crossed to Horace and pushed his head to the side, stopping the insistent beep. She brushed his thick locks away from his face with a soft touch, more as an elder sister than an editor asking after her story. The alcohol on his breath rose to her nose and she stepped back, raising her hand to it as if to shield it from further offense At that, Horace moaned and slowly squinted his eyes to see who was bothering him. He saw someone standing there, sideways in his vision as it cleared. Slim, in tight jeans lit from the hallway light, it was obviously a her or a she. The curving hips on long legs was definitely not his room mate or any of the many female visitors that infrequently graced the male dormers. These were black jeans, cut for dual purpose of business while displaying her feminine charms. Not that hed ever bed this one. He recognized the ring on her hand as it left his forehead. His head jerked upright and collided with the unlit desk lamp. The effort made his vision swirl again. Rubbing the bump was more a habit than needful. His scalp was numb from the result of all those bottles that had emptied themselves into his mouth not far below. So its obvious that there is no story for me tonight. The tight jeans had a commanding voice. Horaces ears felt assaulted by the volume. He opened his eyes wide at this. Julie! Id say this was a pleasant surprise, but apparently youre here on business. Do you even know what day this is? Do you know the Atworthy College Quarterly is due to ship for publishing tomorrow? Do you?!? Horace held his ears with both hands, knowing her voice could pierce through concrete and so his hand would do little to protect his throbbing head. Oh, is it that time already? I was just finishing up when I must have dozed off.... Get Your Copy Now.

Anbieter: ciando eBooks
Stand: 13.03.2018
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