Max Brand Alcatraz Online kf8

KF8 (Kindle Format 8), Amazon tarafından geliştirilen ve Mobipocket tabanlı bir formattır. Şirket bu formatta çok iyi çalıştı. Bu format bu şirket tarafından üretilen tüm elektronik cihazlar tarafından desteklendiğinden, bu şaşırtıcı değildir. Bu cihazlardan birine Alcatraz indirebilirsiniz. KF8 ile çizgi roman ve bilim kurgudan ansiklopedilere ve yazarın Max Brand anılarına kadar her türden renkli ve zengin kompozisyonlu dijital kitaplar oluşturabilirsiniz. Biçim, sabit düzen, kenar çubukları, CSS3 biçimlendirme, belirtme çizgileri, SVG grafikleri, iç içe geçmiş tablolar dahil olmak üzere 150'den fazla farklı biçimlendirme öğesine sahiptir. Bu, bu biçimi diğer mobil cihaz markalarının kullanımı için cazip hale getirir. KF8'in yeteneklerine harika bir örnek, Alcatraz Max Brand bir kitapta açılır metin kullanma yeteneğidir. Bu araç, kitap içeriğinin dinamik bileşenini sembolize eder. Kindle Panel Görünümü modu da sağlanmıştır, bu sayede Alcatraz kitabının resimlerini yüksek çözünürlüklü grafiklerle görüntüleyebilirsiniz. Bu çizgi roman severler ya da çocuk kurgu okurları için çok yararlı bir araçtır. Özellikle günümüzde, dijital teknolojinin gelişmede geniş çapta ilerlediği zaman. Enfes bir tasarıma sahip mutfak ve diğer kitaplar için yazı tiplerini gömmek, arka plan resimlerine metin yerleştirmek, dili harfleri, dipnotları ve kenar çubuklarını kullanmak mümkündür. Formatın yaratıcıları daha az renkli, ancak daha yararlı türleri unutmadı. Ansiklopediler ve teknik literatür için çok uygun araçlar vardır. SVG, CSS3, iç içe tablolar ve dolgulu metin çerçeveleri hakkında konuşuyoruz. Herhangi bir okuyucu, ister bilim adamı ister mühendis olsun, Kindle Format 8 formatının bu özelliklerini takdir edecektir. Kindle kitap formatının geçen yıldan beri HTML5 ses ve video etiketlerinin yanı sıra geçerli tüm HTML4 etiketlerini desteklediğini ekliyoruz. Diğer üreticilerin bazı e-kitapları, desteklenenler listesinde KF8'i içerir, ancak onlarla her zaman doğru çalışmazlar. Bu, bu biçimin önemli bir eksi. Ancak gelecekte böyle bir sorun olmayacağından ve Alcatraz KF8'in tüm elektronik kitap üreticilerine genişletileceğinden eminiz.

The west wind came over the Eagles, gathered purity from the evergreen slopes of the mountains, blew across the foothills and league wide fields, and came at length to the stallion with a touch of coolness and enchanting scents of far-off things. Just as his head went up, just as the breeze lifted mane and tail, Marianne Jordan halted her pony and drew in her breath with pleasure. For she had caught from the chestnut in the corral one flash of perfection and those far-seeing eyes called to mind the Arab belief. Says the Sheik: "I have raised my mare from a foal, and out of love for me she will lay down her life; but when I come out to her in the morning, when I feed her and give her water, she still looks beyond me and across the desert. She is waiting for the coming of a real man, she is waiting for the coming of a true master out of the horizon!" Marianne had known thoroughbreds since she was a child and after coming West she had become acquainted with mere "hoss-flesh," but today for the first time she felt that the horse is not meant by nature to be the servant of man but that its speed is meant to ensure it sacred freedom. A moment later she was wondering how the thought had come to her. That glimpse of equine perfection had been an illusion built of spirit and attitude; when the head of the stallion fell she saw the daylight truth: that this was either the wreck of a young horse or the sad ruin of a fine animal now grown old. He was a ragged creature with dull eyes and pendulous lip. No comb had been among the tangles of mane and tail for an unknown period; no brush had smoothed his coat. It was once a rich red-chestnut, no doubt, but now it was sun-faded to the color of sand. He was thin. The unfleshed backbone and withers stood up painfully and she counted the ribs one by one. Yet his body was not so broken as his spirit. His drooped head gave him the appearance of searching for a spot to lie down. He seemed to have been left here by the cruelty of his owner to starve and die in the white heat of this corral-a desertion which he accepted as justice because he was useless in the world. It affected Marianne like the resignation of a man; indeed there was more personality in the chestnut than in many human beings. Once he had been a beauty, and the perfection which first startled her had been a ghost out of his past. His head, where age or famine showed least, was still unquestionably fine. The ears were short and delicately made, the eyes well-placed, the distance to the angle of the jaw long-in brief, it was that short head of small volume and large brain space which speaks most eloquently of hot blood. As her expert eye ran over the rest of the body she sighed to think that such a creature had come to such an end. There was about him no sign of life save the twitch of his skin to shake off flies.