Gaston Leroux est un romancier fran?ais, né le 6 mai 1868 à Paris (10e arr.) et mort le 15 avril 1927 à Nice (Alpes-Maritimes). Il est surtout connu pour ses romans policiers empreints de fantastique.

Le terrible Chéri-Bibi réussit, avec ses compagnons d'infortune, à se rendre ma?tre du navire qui le conduit au bagne de Cayenne. Il raconte qu'il a été accusé à tort du meurtre du marquis du Touchais dont le fils a épousé Cécily, la fille de son patron, dont il était lui-même fort amoureux. Or, le jeune marquis, qui trompe sa femme, passe avec son yacht à proximité du navire...

„Romanele ?i povestirile lui Golding nu sunt numai parabole morale sobre ?i mituri întunecate despre for?ele distrug?toare ?i perfide ale r?ului, ci ?i istorii aventuroase, pline de farmec, ce pot fi citite ca atare, debordând de pl?cerea de a povesti, de inventivitate ?i suspans.“ – Comitetul Nobel „Compact ?i plin de vigoare… O poveste captivant?.“ – The New York Times Book Review „Golding a fost un scriitor […] cu o minunat? voca?ie epopeic?. [S-a priceput s? spun?] pove?ti originare, despre cum a înv??at omul s? vorbeasc?, despre izvoarele r?ului, despre straniile surse ale artei.“ – Malcom Bradbury Clasici moderni Litera pune laolalt? scriitori moderni ale c?ror opere au devenit deja repere clasice. Cele mai importante, mai provocatoare, mai emo?ionante, mai revolu?ionare opere din ultimii 125 de ani – c?r?i care vor continua s? fie citite de la o genera?ie la alta.

Edward et Lorraine Warren sont les célèbres enquêteurs du paranormal, les chasseurs de démons qui ont travaillé sur des affaires célèbres, dont celle de la maison d'Amityville ou encore celle de la famille Perron, histoire qui inspira le film "Conjuring : Les dossiers Warren" réalisé par James Wan. Dans ce livre, sont listées les meilleures affaires paranormales du couple, les plus terrifiantes, les plus terribles, les plus documentées, les plus médiatisées, les plus connues...

n vrst de 11 ani, Ivy Manx locuiete n inutul Caux, al crui conductor este teribilul Rege Mtrgun i unde legea trmului este otrvete sau fii otrvit“. Fr un degusttor de ncredere acreditat de Breasl care s-i stea mereu aproape, urmtoarea ta mas ar putea fi i ultima.Chiar mai ru, unchiul mult iubit al fetiei – ultimul farmacopat vindector din Caux – a disprut fr urm, lsnd-o pe Ivy cu trusa lui cu leacuri secrete, cu o cioar zgomotoas pe nume H i cu un degusttor nepriceput i mrav, cu nclinaie pentru picoteal.Nu mai e timp de pierdut! Ivy trebuie s-i pun n aplicare teribilul plan! mpreun cu un tnr degusttor pe nume Rowan – aflat pe fug dup otrvirea accidental a douzeci dintre grzile regelui –, fata pornete n cutarea unchiului ei. n aceste vremuri dominate de corupie i de uneltiri – n acest, pn nu demult, minunat loc strvechi –, cei doi copii, devenii acum dumanii ntregului regat, au un sprijin de ndejde.Dar ce vor oare urmritorii lor S fie nestemata de-o inegalabil frumusee ce pare – dei asta este practic imposibil – a fi scobit Sau o fi elixirul pe care ea nsi l-a creat i care are misterioase puteri vindectoare Sau oare poate fi vorba despre Ivy nsiSpus pe un ton uor ironic i de o prospeime irezistibil, primul volum al trilogiei Otrvurile din Caux“, Nestemata Scobit este o uimitoare poveste despre ierburi i magie, degusttori i otrvuri.

Alexandra, o adolescent? rebel?, este trimis? de p?rin?i s? ??i petreac? vacan?a de var? ?ntr-un sat din Transilvania, pentru a fi ?ndep?rtat? de o iubire considerat? imoral?. Odat? ajuns? ?n V., ea este atras? de pove?tile localnicilor legate de o crim? s?v?r?it? ?n urm? cu mai mult de un veac: contesa Aneke fusese acuzat? de incest ?i vr?jitorie ?i ucis? ?n p?dure. Alexandra porne?te pe urmele contesei, hot?r?t? s? afle ce s-a ?nt?mplat cu adev?rat. Castelul ascunde mistere la fiecare col?… Pe m?sur? ce fapte ?i personaje stranii ies la iveal?, Alexandra ??i d? seama c? are ?n comun cu frumoasa vr?jitoare mai mult dec?t ?i-ar fi imaginat, inclusiv iubirea ei secret? ?i interzis?. Va reu?i Alexandra s? salveze aceast? iubire ?i ?n final propria via??, sau va avea soarta tragic? a Anekei?Dou? lumi distincte se ?ntrep?trund: lumea adolescen?ilor de azi, cu Facebook, concerte rock, tatuaje ?i pierce-uri, ?i lumea contesei disp?rute, cu intrigi de curte ?i pove?ti uitate.Un mistery romance ?n tonuri ?ntunecate despre incest, supersti?ii, tr?d?ri, secrete, legende transmise peste veacuri.

Underground* *The author of the diary and the diary itself are, of course, imaginary. Nevertheless it is clear that such persons as the writer of these notes not only may, but positively must, exist in our society, when we consider the circumstances in the midst of which our society is formed. I have tried to expose to the view of the public more distinctly than is commonly done, one of the characters of the recent past. He is one of the representatives of a generation still living. In this fragment, entitled "Underground," this person introduces himself and his views, and, as it were, tries to explain the causes owing to which he has made his appearance and was bound to make his appearance in our midst. In the second fragment there are added the actual notes of this person concerning certain events in his life.--AUTHOR'S NOTE. II am a sick man.... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well--let it get worse! I have been going on like that for a long time--twenty years. Now I am forty. I used to be in the government service, but am no longer. I was a spiteful official. I was rude and took pleasure in being so. I did not take bribes, you see, so I was bound to find a recompense in that, at least. (A poor jest, but I will not scratch it out. I wrote it thinking it would sound very witty; but now that I have seen myself that I only wanted to show off in a despicable way, I will not scratch it out on purpose!) When petitioners used to come for information to the table at which I sat, I used to grind my teeth at them, and felt intense enjoyment when I succeeded in making anybody unhappy. I almost did succeed. For the most part they were all timid people--of course, they were petitioners. But of the uppish ones there was one officer in particular I could not endure. He simply would not be humble, and clanked his sword in a disgusting way. I carried on a feud with him for eighteen months over that sword. At last I got the better of him. He left off clanking it. That happened in my youth, though. But do you know, gentlemen, what was the chief point about my spite? Why, the whole point, the real sting of it lay in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the acutest spleen, I was inwardly conscious with shame that I was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered man, that I was simply scaring sparrows at random and amusing myself by it. I might foam at the mouth, but bring me a doll to play with, give me a cup of tea with sugar in it, and maybe I should be appeased. I might even be genuinely touched, though probably I should grind my teeth at myself afterwards and lie awake at night with shame for months after. That was my way.

In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in. The figures in this boat were those of a strong man with ragged grizzled hair and a sun-browned face, and a dark girl of nineteen or twenty, sufficiently like him to be recognizable as his daughter. The girl rowed, pulling a pair of sculls very easily; the man, with the rudder-lines slack in his hands, and his hands loose in his waistband, kept an eager look out. He had no net, hook, or line, and he could not be a fisherman; his boat had no cushion for a sitter, no paint, no inscription, no appliance beyond a rusty boathook and a coil of rope, and he could not be a waterman; his boat was too crazy and too small to take in cargo for delivery, and he could not be a lighterman or river-carrier; there was no clue to what he looked for, but he looked for something, with a most intent and searching gaze. The tide, which had turned an hour before, was running down, and his eyes watched every little race and eddy in its broad sweep, as the boat made slight head-way against it, or drove stern foremost before it, according as he directed his daughter by a movement of his head. She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror. Allied to the bottom of the river rather than the surface, by reason of the slime and ooze with which it was covered, and its sodden state, this boat and the two figures in it obviously were doing something that they often did, and were seeking what they often sought. Half savage as the man showed, with no covering on his matted head, with his brown arms bare to between the elbow and the shoulder, with the loose knot of a looser kerchief lying low on his bare breast in a wilderness of beard and whisker, with such dress as he wore seeming to be made out of the mud that begrimed his boat, still there was a business-like usage in his steady gaze. So with every lithe action of the girl, with every turn of her wrist, perhaps most of all with her look of dread or horror; they were things of usage. 'Keep her out, Lizzie. Tide runs strong here. Keep her well afore the sweep of it.' Trusting to the girl's skill and making no use of the rudder, he eyed the coming tide with an absorbed attention. So the girl eyed him. But, it happened now, that a slant of light from the setting sun glanced into the bottom of the boat, and, touching a rotten stain there which bore some resemblance to the outline of a muffled human form, coloured it as though with diluted blood. This caught the girl's eye, and she shivered. 'What ails you?' said the man, immediately aware of it, though so intent on the advancing waters; 'I see nothing afloat.' The red light was gone, the shudder was gone, and his gaze, which had come back to the boat for a moment, travelled away again. Wheresoever the strong tide met with an impediment, his gaze paused for an instant. At every mooring-chain and rope, at every stationery boat or barge that split the current into a broad-arrowhead, at the offsets from the piers of Southwark Bridge, at the paddles of the river steamboats as they beat the filthy water, at the floating logs of timber lashed together lying off certain wharves, his shining eyes darted a hungry look. After a darkening hour or so, suddenly the rudder-lines tightened in his hold, and he steered hard towards the Surrey shore. Always watching his face, the girl instantly answered to the action in her sculling; presently the boat swung round, quivered as from a sudden jerk, and the upper half of the man was stretched out over the stern.

Чортова дванадцятка — досить змстовна й влучна характеристика збрки жахв за редакцю неперевершеного Ствена Джонса! Пд одню обкладинкою збран 12 гостроцкавих оповдань менитих майстрв горору. Дж. Гаррс, К. Ньюман, М. рей, Р. Кемпбелл та нш гарантують вам безсонну нч в атмосфер тамничост й мстики… Подейкують, що в паризькому Театр Жаху влаштовують кривав вистави. Тридцятидвохрчна Кейт Рд пдбралася надто близько до розгадки… (Гньоль) Вдомий актор Даррен Ловр на пку популярност… був, аж доки не розгнвав вдьму! (Забуття)Chortova dvanadcjatka — dosit' zmstovna j vluchna harakteristika zbrki zhahv za redakcju neperevershenogo Stvena Dzhonsa! Pd odnju obkladinkoju zbran 12 gostrockavih opovdan' menitih majstrv gororu. Dzh. Garrs, K. N'juman, M. rej, R. Kempbell ta nsh garantujut' vam bezsonnu nch v atmosfer tamnichost j mstiki… Podejkujut', shho v pariz'komu Teatr Zhahu vlashtovujut' krivav vistavi. Tridcjatidvohrchna Kejt Rd pdbralasja nadto bliz'ko do rozgadki… (Gn'ol') Vdomij aktor Darren Lovr na pku populjarnost… buv, azh doki ne rozgnvav vd'mu! (Zabuttja)

Dup? confruntarea cu sinistrul Clan al Umbrelor, Inim? de Foc a devenit r?zboinic al Clanului Tunetului. Dar pericolul p?nde?te din ?ntunericul p?durii, iar du?manii s-ar putea afla chiar mai aproape dec?t ??i ?nchipuie el. Odat? cu venirea iernii, pisicile din Clanul R?ului ?ncep s? se ?ngrijoreze din pricina hranei, iar Clanul V?ntului e sl?bit ?i ?n exil. Boala, accidentele ?i intrigile amenin?? tab?ra Clanului Tunetului. Va reu?i Inim? de Foc s? ??i salveze prietenii??O carte plin? de suspans, pentru to?i cei care se ?ntreab? ce visuri de grandoare nutre?te mot?nelul de pe pre?ul de la u??.“ Publishers Weekly?Dup? ce cite?ti Pisicile r?zboinice, nu mai ai ?ncredere nici m?car ?n Motanul ?nc?l?at.“ Kirkus Reviews

Dac? n-a?i mai pus m?na de multi?or pe-o carte cu ?de toate“, rezerva?i un loc pe noptier? pentru romanul acesta! Cristian, Zina, Iulia, Radu, Ionu?, Ana. Femei frumoase, b?rba?i complica?i. Rela?ii care seam?n? cu marea, c?nd potolite, c?nd zbuciumate. Personajele centrale ??i joac? destinele la rulet?, a?tept?nd deznod?m?ntul propriilor pove?ti de via??: e?ec sau reu?it?. La fel ca oricare dintre noi. Fericirea e mereu la un pas distan??...

Pe drumurile foarte lungi ale acestui pustiu asurzitor ai s? vezi, daca e?ti norocos, ?ntrup?ri sfinte precum ?i ademenitoare c?deri ?n p?cat.Unde-i cel mai ?mpov?r?tor dintre ele, ca s?-l po?i recunoa?te? Cel f?cut ?n nemernicie cu trupul sau ?ns??i tr?darea? Poate fi Iuda iertat, dac? toate prin c?in?? se iart?. ?mi spui c? speran?a-i l?sat? chiar pentru to?i?

nainte de Hannah din Girls, Anastasia Steele din Cincizeci de umbre ale lui Grey i Carrie Bradshaw din Sex and the City, a fost Isadora Wing, protagonista direct i lipsit de inhibiii a romanului revoluionar semnat de Erica Jong.Publicat pentru prima dat n 1973, Teama de zbor a fcut vlv n Statele Unite, alimentnd fantezii, strnind dezbateri despre femei i sexualitate i adugnd limbii engleze o expresie memorabil: zipless fuck.Aceast carte va face istorie… datorit ei, femeile scriitoare i vor gsi propria voce i ne vor oferi saga uimitoare despre sex, via, aventur i bucuria de a tri.“ – Henry MillerTeama de zbor, primul i cel mai cunoscut roman al Erici Jong a rsturnat complet toate prejudecile despre femei, csnicie i sexualitate, nregistrnd vnzri de peste 27 de milioane de exemplare i fiind tradus n peste 40 de limbi.E mult mai mult dect o carte scris de o femeie: e un Ulise modern, cu un Bloom feminine care ezit i se poticnete, dar care supravieuiete.“ – Wall Street Journaln Isadora Wing, alter-ego-ul su ficional, Erica Jong a ntruchipat fiecare femeie – dar nu aa cum aprea ea n viaa public din anii ‘70, ci aa cum o definete imaginaia feminin. Nu problema sexualitii n sine a fcut-o pe Erica Jong una dintre vocile literare de referin din ntreaga lume, ci faptul c a ironizat cu subtilitate stereotipiile, ajungnd s vorbeasc fi i necosmetizat – dar fr s dea dovad nici de voyeurism, nici de puritanism – despre intimitatea cea mai profund. A devenit astfel una dintre promotoarele revoluiei sexuale i un icon pentru milioane de femei, ctignd totodat admiraia unor nume importante din literatur, cum ar fi John Updike, Henry Miller, Anthony Burgess sau Jennifer Weiner.

Destin Emprisonné présente l'histoire captivante d'un jeune homme d'affaires, qui danse un dangereux tango avec le destin. Le monde est séduit, pas à pas, par son succès et sa force et la vie semble lui offrir tout sur un plateau. Jusqu'à un certain jour. La réalité immédiate peut enchaner tout ce que nous avons, mais non ce qui nous sommes.

ntr-un orfelinat din Oslo, un biat n vrst de doisprezece ani, pe nume Olav, provoac haos. Agnes Vestavik, directoarea sever a instituiei, vede ceva nspimntator n ochii biatului: o ur neostoit.Cnd Vestavik este gsit moart n biroul su, njunghiat n spate cu un banal cuit de buctrie, iar Olav e de negsit, cazul ajunge n minile rebelei poliiste Hanne Wilhelmsen, recent promovat n funcia de inspector-sef n cadrul Poliiei din Oslo.Este Olav un criminal sau doar o victimi, pentru a rezolva acest caz, va putea Hanne s nvee s aib ncredere n ceilali, nu doar n propriile instincte"Hanne Wilhelmsen e un Sherlock Holmes modern." - Booklist"E o serie care cere s fie citit, i cu ct mai repede, cu att mai bine." – Bookreporter"Dac vrei s v familiarizai cu genul crime scandinav, romanul lui Anne Holt e ghidul perfect." - Kirkus ReviewsLa Editura Trei, de aceeai autoare, au aprut: n spatele norilor ntunecai, Fericii cei nsetai, Zeia oarb, Doamna preedint, Eroare judiciar, Aa ceva nu se ntmpl niciodat.

La momentul rememor?rii i se p?ru c?, de fapt, ziua aceea a avut ceva straniu; prea multe contraste, o prea bizar? combina?ie cromatic?, o var? ca ?n tablourile trompe l’?il, cu frig ?i soare, amestec inextricabil de agonie ?i plenitudine. O lumin? solar? parc? vomat? de viscerele unui canceros, un galben-delir metamorfoz?ndu-se ?n crepuscul s?nger?nd, de?i atunci nu avusese absolut deloc aceast? senza?ie. G?ndindu-se s? scrie ce i s-a ?nt?mplat (?n fapt, ce li s-a ?nt?mplat), dup? ce ie?ise pe poarta scr??nit? a penitenciarului, fusese convins c?, dac? ar fi nevoie, ar lua-o de la cap?t. El r?m?sese uluit de aceast? imprevizibil? metamorfoz?, chinuindu-se zile ?n ?ir ?i ne?tiind cum s? ?nceap?: s? descrie ce sim?ea atunci sau ce simte acum despre atunci: s? ?mprumute faptelor de atunci logica de acum sau s? lase ?n voia hazardului transcrierea acelui ?ir neverosimil de coinciden?e, accidente ?i violen?e, sper?nd ca semnifica?iile lor s? se dezv?luie de la sine. Se sim?ise ?ns? brusc dezarmat: cum s? explice, chiar ?i acum, c? doi oameni care ?n via?a lor nu sup?raser? pe nimeni, care aveau oroare p?n? ?i de actul – normal – de a se ap?ra ?n fa?a unei agresiuni, nicicum s? o mai ?i provoace, fuseser? ?n stare s? ucid? f?r? dureroase deliber?ri interioare sau, mai ales, f?r? nicio remu?care?

Cnd tatl tu e mai n vrst dect tine exact de dou ori“ este partea a II-a a rockmanului Tovari de camer“ de Mihail Vakulovski. Aciunea romanului are loc la Chiinu, cnd personajul homodiegetic triete acel moment unic n via, cnd e exact de dou ori mai tnr dect tatl su: Am 23 de ani, iar tata – 46. E unicul an din viaa noastr cnd tata e mai mare dect mine exact de dou ori“. Romanul poate fi citit i de sine stttor, dar i n continuarea primului roman din trilogie, Tovari de camer. Student la Chiinu“, pentru c Hai, personajul principal, i continu aventurile existeniale exact de unde ne-a lsat n prima parte, cnd absolvise facultatea, pe la mijlocul anilor ’90. Acum aciunea are loc n special la Universitatea la care lucreaz i la Academia de tiine, dar i n Chiinu i Braov, unde se duce dup prefaa crii i unde se ntlnete cu Mikealangelo, un personaj foarte pitoresc, pe care-l vom putea urmri i-n partea a treia a trilogiei, Tovari de camer. Doctorand la Bucureti“, volum bun de tipar care n mod normal va aprea n cel mai scurt timp. Aceast parte a povetii lui Hai este ca un pod peste Prut, e ca Prutul care leag cele dou ri surori, dar are viaa lui i personajele lui, care activeaz ntr-o lume mai puin cunoscut publicului larg – lumea academic, universitar, scriitoriceasc i jurnalistic. Dac vrei s aruncai un ochi cum sunt vzute aceste medii din interior, fi i necenzurat – Cnd tatl tu e mai n vrst dect tine exact de dou ori“ e romanul perfect pentru asta.

Vanitos, crud, nehot?r?t ?i incompetent, regele Ioan al II-lea cel Bun, din dinastia Valois, st?p?ne?te, comi??nd gre?eal? dup? gre?eal?, o ?ar? aflat? ?n grav? criz?. Sub domnia sa tumultuoas?, R?zboiul de 100 de Ani se ?nte?e?te, fac?iunile nobililor se lupt? ?ntre ele, foametea amenin?? poporul, impozitele sunt zdrobitoare, iar ciuma face ravagii. O epopee nefericit? ?i s?ngeroas?, la cap?tul c?reia are loc dezastrul de la Poitiers, b?t?lia ?n care regele Fran?ei este luat prizonier de c?tre englezi.

Cum poate un tanar timid, introvertit si cu complexe fizice, sociale si culturale sa devina asasin profesionist? Prin vocea protagonistului, intr-un stil alert, caracterizat de o extrema violenta verbala, dar si de sensibilitate, tandrete si umor. Romanul Ucigasul dezvaluie procesele interioare complexe si pline de conflicte, precum si pe cele exterioare care il arunca pe cai nu de el alese, dar inscrise deja, oarecum, intr-un fel de cod genetic social.

n Ziua Recunotinei doi adolesceni, Nate i Ashley, rmn n grija unchiului, un istoric linitit i retras, dup ce tatl ajunge la nchisoare pentru c ia ucis soia, pe care a prinso n flagrant delict tocmai cu fratele lui. Romanul ncepe n for – i apoi se dezlnuie cu adevrat. Numi amintesc cnd am citit ultima dat un roman cu o asemenea intensitate narativ; o relatare necrutoare a unui an catastrofal, violent, comic i sumbru totodat, aductor de profunde schimbri n viaa unei familii americane disfuncionale. Dea dreptul uimitor.“ Salman RuShdie

n Oslo-ul anilor ’90, ntro toamn prelungit n var indian, Will, un tnr scenarist plin de idei, dar neapreciat de productori, triete de patru ani mpreun cu iubita lui, Cathrin, art director ntro agenie de publicitate. Pentru a scpa de plictiseala care ncepe si bntuie, Cathrin iniiaz un joc erotic primejdios: cu pretextul c vor s-i cumpere o locuin, viziteaz case i apartamente, n care, ascunzndu-se de ochii agenilor imobiliari, renvie pasiunea primilor ani. Totul pare s se rezolve, Will semneaz un contract - e drept, pentru filme interzise minorilor, dar dispariia lui Cathrin d totul peste cap, calmul lund nfiarea unui thriller ce te ine cu sufletul la gur.