Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Raven's Call follows Holmes into retirement, where shortly after he arrives in Sussex Downs he becomes aware that a reported accidental death may have been murder. Holmes uses his gifts for observation and deduction to discover the identity of the murderer and teams up with a new partner to get the guilty party's confession. A pastiche of the first order, Raven's Call will delight the Holmes enthusiast as it shows the consulting detective may retire, but is never retiring.

A collection of stories written by Thomas Hardy set in a fictional southwest England which he named 'Wessex'. A fascinating look at nineteenth century life.

– Itt Zachary Horner beszél! Miben segíthetek? – Jó estét kívánunk Zachary James Horner! A Brit Szerencsejáték Sz?vetség ?r?mmel értesíti ?nt, hogy megnyerte a British Bonus f?nyereményét, azaz nyolcvan?tmillió fontot. – A rohadt élet! – d?bbent meg a fiatalember a hír hallatán, majd felülve az ágyán, nagy ?r?mmel folytatta – Ez most azt jelenti, hogy eltalálták mind a négy számot, amit megjátszottam? – Igen, tisztelt uram! Ez a legmagasabb ?sszeg, amit ember eddig valaha nyert. Nyereményét bármikor átveheti a londoni k?zpontunkban is személyesen, de akár bankszámlára is elutalhatjuk ?nnek.

A háború el?szele már mindenütt érezhet?: az utakat másfajúak renegát csapatai tartják rettegésben, a városok utcáin rejtélyes halálesetek t?rténnek. A királyok nem bíznak t?bbé a varázslókban, akik azt képzelik, varázshatalmuk feljogosítja ?ket, hogy beleártsák magukat a politikába. Némelyikük a szabad országok javáért cselekszik, mások ?n?s érdekb?l, de a varázslók álságos mosolya és felszínes csevegése m?g?tt sorsd?nt? játszmák zajlanak. Ríviai Geralt mindig is büszke volt semlegességére. A vaják korábban úgy gondolta, elegend?, hogy a saját sorsáról d?nts?n… csakhogy akkor még nem kellett mások miatt aggódnia. Egyedül k?nny? semlegesnek maradni, de ha egy kislány élete a tét, már nem annyira. Geralt igyekszik mindent megtenni Ciri védelmében.  

Az Uralom Koronája egy ?si, egyedülálló varázser?vel rendelkez? elveszett ereklye. A civilizációtól távol, az elhagyatott Felejtés-sivataggal k?rülvett, misztikus Piramisf?ld?n nyugszik titkos rejtekhelyén. A legendák szerint megszerz?je Erabon világának urává válhat. A tolvajfiú Antor, tanítványa Morghan, a varázslón? Kyranda, a szerencsevadász Monteris és az íjászn? Elvana kapják azt az életveszélyes kényszerfeladatot, hogy megszerezzék ezt a fenséges varázstárgyat a rettegett Birodalom császárának. A k?z?s cél a viszontagságokkal teli utazás során elszánt és lelkes csapattá kovácsolja ?ket ?ssze. Egy ármányos és velejéig romlott rosszakaró, valamint a fondorlatos alvilág jelenléte miatt azonban a folytonos kihívások mellett ellenségekb?l sincs hiány. A konfliktusok során szerepet kap a hagyományos küzdelem, a kül?nféle harcm?vészetek, a mágia szinte minden iskolája és formája, továbbá a pusztán beavatottak által használt titokzatos kozmikus er?. A megpróbáltatások folyamán el?térbe kerülnek birodalmak, népek, kultúrák, vallások, világi és titkos rendek, szokások és kivételes világcsodák; mindek?zben változatos helyszíneken igaz barátságok és szenvedélyes szerelmek születnek. Az igazi meglepetéseket mégis az ismert világ peremvidékén túli, lakatlannak vélt vidék tartogatja. Vajon képes lesz-e a csapat megküzdeni minden nehézséggel? A k?nyvben ?tv?z?dik a páratlan részletességgel kidolgozott háttérvilág a rendkívül precíz ?sszefonódású, egymásra utaló eseményekkel, és mindezt életh?en színes leírások, filmszer? jelenetek, valamint hangulatos párbeszédek tarkítják. Nem mindennapi terjedelmét, színvonalas tartalmát és kimagasló mélységét tekintve e m? egyike a valaha megírt legnagyobb eredeti alkotásoknak. www.aholdsarlofenye.hu

Egyszer emlékezet, elbb el kell mesélnem neki, kitalálni a részleteket, hogy legyen mire visszaemlékeznie. Legkisebb dolgok is megzavarhatják, elhangolják az egészet, elborítják, lefedik szépen. Akad azért mindig, ami már jól megy, újra meg újra elbukkan, mint a télikabát bélése, ha egyszer flfeslett a varrás. Visszatmkdd, kibújik megint. A fldrengés például eléggé megy, az be van rendesen gyakorolva. Egyetlen, jókora lendülés. Ha nem mese, nem csak képzelem, hogy emlékszem rá, hanem igazából volt. Nem azért emlékszem, mert annyiszor elmondták ugyanúgy. A csillár kilendült, mint a harang nyelve, a karácsonyfa végigkorcsolyázott a parketten a gyerekszoba sarkáig, aztán megindult visszafelé” – olvasható Kukorelly Endre TündérVlgy c. új regényében, ami az író eddigi legnagyobb vállalkozása. Nemcsak abban az értelemben, hogy a szerz kilenc évig írta knyvét, hanem a regény szintézis jelleg alkotás. rvényesülnek benne Kukorelly írásmódjának legfbb erényei: a nyelvi pontosság és szigorúság, irónia és gyngéd humor, az emlékezet mkdésének állandó felülvizsgálata, az elbeszéli n oszcilláló mozgása a múlt és jelen kztt, a lírai hangoltság. Tematikusan a regény az apa alakja kré szervezdik, és ezáltal felleli az elmúlt fél évszázad trténéseit. Metaforikusan szólva: a regény beszélje mintegy az apa hallgatását próbálja megérteni, aki horthysta katonatisztként megjárta a Don-kanyart, megsebesült, majd a kommunista diktatúrában banktisztviselként másodosztályú élet”-re kényszerült. A család deklasszálódását és saját szenvedését néma beletrdéssel elvisel apa mindvégig hallgat a múltjáról: a regény melankolikus nyomozása ennek a lehetséges okait és trténéseit rekonstruálja. Minden egyes fejezete az emlékezet próbája: kísérlet arra, hogy mítoszok és ráfogások nélkül férjen hozzá az élet legszemélyesebb tapasztalataihoz. Túlzás nélkül állítható, hogy a TündérVlgy az író legautentikusabb knyve.

Belenéztél már a párod mobiljába? Tényleg ezt akarod? Felkészültél a k?vetkezményekre? Minden egy e-maillel kezd?d?tt. Rachel meg sem akarta nézni. Szereti Jacket, és k?z?s gyermeküket hordja a szíve alatt. Megbízik a férfiban. Most azonban, miután látta, már nem tudja meg nem t?rténtté tenni azt a percet. Sem az események láncolatát, amelyet elindított. Vajon miért hazudik Jack a múltjáról? Mi az, amit rejteget? ?s Rachelnek van joga hozzá, hogy mindenáron megtudja az igazat? Te mit tennél, ha úgy gondolnád, hogy a párod titkol valamit? A Bármit, csak ne az igazat Gillian McAllister leny?g?z?, átüt? thrillere csalásról, árulásról és egy asszony megszállottságáról, hogy kiderítse az igazságot. " Ahogy elkezdtem olvasni, t?bbé nem volt er?m abbahagyni. Bámulatos, okos és életszer?. Imádtam." Jill Mansell "Csodálatos írás, és egy brilliáns sztori.Bámulatos debütálás." B.A. Paris, a Zárt ajtók m?g?tt bestseller szerz?je

A kosaras srácok t?rténete folytatódik! Valaki felgyújtja Sédar klubját. Nyolcszornyolc, az edz? kizártnak tartja, hogy a Sharks csapatának k?ze legyen a dologhoz. A gyanúsítottak k?re azonban egyre b?vül, el?veszik a játékosokat is: Tunyát, aki mindig kül?nck?dik, Levet, aki visszahúzódó és félénk, Grimaszt, aki a legkisebb provokációból is balhét csinál. ?s ha mindez nem volna elég, Stifti, aki a szép szál Sédar iránti féltékenységét soha sem titkolta, ezúttal Szilviával is ?sszekap. Ráadásul Porto Vecchio hárompontosakat szóró királyn?je is eltitkol valamit. A Sharksnak a nagy izgalmak k?zepette is meg kell ?riznie higgadtságát, hogy legy?zhessék a Templomosokat.

Míg Tompa Andrea el?z? k?nyve, A hóhér háza egy magányos leány huszadik századvégi bildungsromanja, addig az új regény egy magányos férfi és egy magányos leány kül?n?s kett?sét rajzolja meg száz évvel kés?bb. Felváltva beszélnek hozzánk: a Brassó k?zeli aljegyz? fia és az enyedi zsidó keresked? lánya. Lehetne e k?nyv romantikus példázat, de nem az. H?seink els? találkozásának emlékét kiradírozza az ?sszeomlás, az új id?számításban mellékesen, véletlenszer?en sodródnak megint egymás mellé. Az igazi nagy, szenvedélyes találkozás a tudásra és hasznos m?k?désre szomjas lelkeké Kolozsvárral, a polgári Erdély kultúrájával, szellemi potenciáljával, a fejl?dés igézetével.

Végre egy férfi szemsz?géb?l is láthatjuk, milyen bonyolult (és csodálatos) párkapcsolatban élni! Norman humora Nick Hornby-éval vetekszik, elképeszt?en k?nnyed stílusban ír a harminc?t éves f?h?sér?l, aki felett ?sszecsapnak a hullámok: a szuper házassága meginogni látszik, de még a reklámsz?vegírói munkája is veszélybe kerül. Tom Violet írói álmokat kerget, de sajnos szinte mindenki az apjához, a t?bbsz?r?s irodalmi díjas, tehetséges íróhoz hasonlítja, akiért bomlanak a n?k, és aki mindig, minden helyzetben feltalálja magát. Tomnak nemcsak magában és maga k?rül kell rendet raknia, de még a család kajla fül?, krónikus szorongással küzd? kutyáját is istápolnia kell... Ez a Fej?s ?va k?nyvtára els? ?pasisan csajos”, imádnivalóan humoros regénye, amely egy férfi szemsz?géb?l mutatja be a párkapcsolat nehézségeit és szépségeit. ?Minden sora leny?g?z?tt. Egy érzékeny szerz? finom humorral megírt t?rténete, ami nemcsak a férfiakról, hanem rólunk, n?kr?l is szól. Egy regény a reményr?l, szerelemr?l, h?ségr?l, családról és a boldogságról...” – Fej?s ?va

The story begins on May 5, 1805, in one of the wildest and most abrupt portions of New Spain, which now forms the State of Coahuila, belonging to the Mexican Confederation. If the reader will have the kindness to take a glance at a numerous cavalcade, which is debouching from a canyon and scaling at a gallop the scarped side of a rather lofty hill, on the top of which stands an aldea, or village of Indios mansos, he will at the same time form the acquaintance of several of our principal characters, and the country in which the events recorded in this narrative occurred. This cavalcade was composed of fifteen individuals in all; ten of them were lancers, attired in that yellow uniform which procured them the nickname of tamarindos. These soldiers were execrated by the people, in consequence of their cruelty. They advanced in good order, commanded by a subaltern and an alférez—an old trooper who had grown gray in harness, who had long white moustachios and a disagreeable face. As he galloped on, he looked around him with the careless, wearied air of a man for whom the future reserves no hopes either of ambition, love, or fortune. About twenty paces from this little band, and just so far ahead that their remarks reached the soldiers' ears in a completely incomprehensible fashion, three persons, two men and a woman, were riding side by side.The first was a gentleman of about thirty years of age, of commanding stature; his harsh, haughty, and menacing features were rendered even more gloomy by a deep scar of a livid hue which commenced on his right temple and divided his face into two nearly equal parts. This man, who was dressed in the sumptuous costume of the Mexican campesinos, which he wore with far from common grace, was named Don Aníbal de Saldibar, and was considered the richest hacendero in the province.His companion, who kept slightly in the rear, doubtless through respect, was a civilized Indian, with a quick eye, aquiline nose, and a wide mouth lined with two rows of dazzling white teeth. His countenance indicated intelligence and bravery. He was short and robust, and the almost disproportioned development of his muscles gave an enormous width to his limbs. This individual must assuredly be endowed with extraordinary strength. His attire, not nearly so rich as that of the hacendero, displayed a certain pretension to elegance, which was an extraordinary thing in an Indian. This man's name was Pedro Sotavento, and he was majordomo to Don Aníbal.As we have said, the third person was a female. Although it was easy to see, through the juvenile grace of her movements and her taper waist, that she was still very young, she was so discreetly hidden behind gauze and muslin veils, in order to protect her from the burning heat of the sun which was then at its zenith, that it was impossible to distinguish her features. Long black locks escaped from beneath her broad-brimmed vicu?a hat, and fell in profusion on her pink and white shoulders, which were scarcely veiled by a China crape rebozo. At the moment when we approach these three persons they were conversing together with considerable animation."No," Don Aníbal said, with a frown, as he smote the pommel of his saddle, "it is not possible, I cannot believe in so much audacity on the part of these Indian brutes. You must have been deceived, Sotavento." The majordomo grinned knowingly, and buried his head between his shoulders with a motion which was habitual to him."You will see, mi amo," he replied, in a honeyed voice, "my information is positive." "What!" the hacendero continued with increased fury, "They would really attempt resistance! Why, they must be mad!""Not so much as you suppose, mi amo; the aldea is large and contains at least three thousand callis.""What matter? Suppose there were twice as many, is not one Spaniard as good as ten Indians?"

Defoe's novel Robinson Crusoe (1719) tells of a man's shipwreck on a deserted island and his subsequent adventures. The author based part of his narrative on the story of the Scottish castaway Alexander Selkirk, who spent four years stranded on the island of Juan Fernandez. He may have also been inspired by the Latin or English translation of a book by the Andalusian-Arab Muslim polymath Ibn Tufail, who was known as "Abubacer" in Europe. The Latin edition of the book was entitled Philosophus Autodidactus and it was an earlier novel that is also set on a deserted island. "One day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand."— Defoe's Robinson Crusoe, 1719 The novel has been variously read as an allegory for the development of civilisation, as a manifesto of economic individualism and as an expression of European colonial desires but it also shows the importance of repentance and illustrates the strength of Defoe's religious convictions. It is also considered by many to be the first novel written in English. Early critics, such as Robert Louis Stevenson admired it saying that the footprint scene in Crusoe was one of the four greatest in English literature and most unforgettable; more prosaically, Dr. Wesley Vernon has seen the origins of forensic podiatry in this episode. It has inspired a new genre, the Robinsonade as works like Johann David Wyss's The Swiss Family Robinson (1812) adapt its premise and has provoked modern postcolonial responses, including J. M. Coetzee's Foe (1986) and Michel Tournier's Vendredi ou les Limbes du Pacifique (in English, Friday, or, The Other Island) (1967). Two sequels followed, Defoe's The Farther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe (1719) and his Serious reflections during the life and surprising adventures of Robinson Crusoe: with his Vision of the angelick world (1720). Jonathan Swift's Gulliver's Travels (1726) in part parodies Defoe's adventure novel. ? About Author: Daniel Defoe (1660 – 24 April 1731), born Daniel Foe, was an English trader, writer, journalist, pamphleteer, and spy, now most famous for his novel Robinson Crusoe. Defoe is notable for being one of the earliest proponents of the novel, as he helped to popularise the form in Britain, and, along with others such as Samuel Richardson, is among the founders of the English novel. A prolific and versatile writer, he wrote more than 500 books, pamphlets and journals on various topics (including politics, crime, religion, marriage, psychology and the supernatural). He was also a pioneer of economic journalism. ? Early lifeDaniel Foe (his original name) was probably born in the parish of St. Giles Cripplegate, London. Defoe later added the aristocratic-sounding "De" to his name and on occasion claimed descent from the family of De Beau Faux. His birthdate and birthplace are uncertain: sources offer dates of anywhere between 1659 to 1662; considered most likely to be 1660. His father, James Foe, was a prosperous tallow chandler and a member of the Butchers' Company. In Defoe's early life he experienced firsthand some of the most unusual occurrences in English history: in 1665, 70,000 were killed by the Great Plague of London and the Great Fire of London (1666) left standing only Defoe's and two other houses in his neighborhood. In 1667, when he was probably about 7, Dutch fleet sailed up the Medway via the River Thames and attacked Chatham. His mother Annie had died by the time he was about 10.

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS “THE ORIENT MAGIC” The Talking Bird, The Singing Tree, and the Golden WaterThe Story of the Fisherman and the GenieThe History of the Young King of the Black IslesThe Story of Gulnare of the SeaThe Story of Aladdin; Or, the Wonderful LampThe Story of Prince AgibThe Story of the City of BrassThe Story of Ali Baba and the Forty ThievesThe History of Codadad and His BrothersThe Story of Sinbad the Voyager The Talking Bird:It will be sufficient to break off a branch and carry it to plant in your gardenThe Fisherman and the GenieThe smoke ascended to the clouds, and extending itself along the sea and upon the shore formed a great mist The Young King of the Black IslesWhen he came to this part of his narrative the young king could not restrain his tearsGulnare of the SeaAnd she proceeded to burn perfume and repeat spells until the sea foamed and was agitatedAladdinAt the same time the earth, trembling, opened just before the magician, and uncovered a stone, laid horizontally, with a brass ring fixed into the middlePrince AgibAnd when the boat came to me I found in it a man of brass, with a tablet of lead upon his breast, engraven with names and talismans Prince AgibAt the approach of evening I opened the first closet and, entering it, found a mansion like paradiseThe City of BrassAnd when they had ascended that mountain they saw a city than which eyes had not beheld any greaterThe Story of Ali Baba and the Forty ThievesCassim ... was so alarmed at the danger he was in that the more he endeavoured to remember the word Sesame the more his memory was confoundedThe History of Codadad and His BrothersAs it drew near we saw ten or twelve armed pirates appear on the deckSecond Voyage of SinbadThe spot where she left me was encompassed on all sides by mountains that seemed to reach above the clouds, and so steep that there was no possibility of getting out of the valleyThird Voyage of SinbadHaving finished his repast, he returned to his porch, where he lay and fell asleep, snoring louder than thunder.. Little excuse is needed, perhaps, for any fresh selection from the famous "Tales of a Thousand and One Nights," provided it be representative enough, and worthy enough, to enlist a new army of youthful readers. Of the two hundred and sixty-four bewildering, unparalleled stories, the true lover can hardly spare one, yet there must always be favourites, even among these. We have chosen some of the most delightful, in our opinion; some, too, that chanced to appeal particularly to the genius of the artist. If, enticed by our choice and the beauty of the pictures, we manage to attract a few thousand more true lovers to the fountain-book, we shall have served our humble turn. The only real danger lies in neglecting it, in rearing a child who does not know it and has never fallen under its spell. You remember Maimoune, in the story of Prince Camaralzaman, and what she said to Danhasch, the genie who had just arrived from the farthest limits of China? "Be sure thou tellest me nothing but what is true or I shall clip thy wings!" This is what the modern child sometimes says to the genies of literature, and his own wings are too often clipped in consequence."The Empire of the Fairies is no more. Reason has banished them from ev'ry shore;Steam has outstripped their dragons and their cars,Gas has eclipsed their glow-worms and their stars."?douard Laboulaye says in his introduction to Nouveaux Contes Bleus: "Mothers who love your children, do not set them too soon to the study of history; let them dream while they are young.

In offering this study to a public accustomed only to the unquestioning acceptance of the home as something perfect, holy, quite above discussion, a word of explanation is needed. First, let it be clearly and definitely stated, the purpose of this book is to maintain and improve the home. Criticism there is, deep and thorough; but not with the intention of robbing us of one essential element of home life—rather of saving us from conditions not only unessential, but gravely detrimental to home life. Every human being should have a home; the single person his or her home; and the family their home. The home should offer to the individual rest, peace, quiet, comfort, health, and that degree of personal expression requisite; and these conditions should be maintained by the best methods of the time. The home should be to the child a place of happiness and true development; to the adult a place of happiness and that beautiful reinforcement of the spirit needed by the world's workers. We are here to perform our best service to society, and to find our best individual growth and expression; a right home is essential to both these uses. The place of childhood's glowing memories, of youth's ideals, of the calm satisfaction of mature life, of peaceful shelter for the aged; this is not attacked, this we shall not lose, but gain more universally. What is here asserted is that our real home life is clogged and injured by a number of conditions which are not necessary, which are directly inimical to the home; and that we shall do well to lay these aside. As to the element of sanctity—that which is really sacred can bear examination, no darkened room is needed for real miracles; mystery and shadow belong to jugglers, not to the truth. The home is a human institution. All human institutions are open to improvement. This specially dear and ancient one, however, we have successfully kept shut, and so it has not improved as have some others.

It is a cumulative tale that does not tell the story of Jack's house, or even of Jack who built the house, but instead shows how the house is indirectly linked to other things and people, and through this method tells the story of "The man all tattered and torn", and the "Maiden all forlorn", as well as other smaller events, showing how these are interlinked. Origins: It has been argued that the rhyme is derived from an Aramaic hymn Chad Gadya (lit., "One Young Goat") in Sepher Haggadah, first printed in 1590; but although this is an early cumulative tale that may have inspired the form, the lyrics bear little relationship. It was suggested by James Orchard Halliwell that the reference to the "priest all shaven and shorn" indicates that the English version is probably very old, presumably as far back as the mid-sixteenth century. There is a possible reference to the song in The Boston New Letter of 12 April 1739 and the line: "This is the man all forlorn, &c". However, it did not appear in print until it was included in Nurse Truelove's New-Year's-Gift, or the Book of Books for Children, printed in London in 1755. It was printed in numerous collections in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. Randolph Caldecott produced an illustrated version in 1878. Cherrington Manor, a handsome timber-framed house in North East Shropshire, England, is reputed to be the actual house that Jack built. There is a former malt house in the grounds. Syntactic structure: Each sentence in the story is an example of an increasingly deeply nested relative clause. The last version, "This is the horse...", would be quite difficult to untangle if the previous ones were not present. See the Noun Phrase for more details about postmodification of the noun phrase in this manner. References in popular culture: The rhyme continues to be a popular choice for illustrated children's books, with recent examples by Simms Taback and Quentin Blake showing how illustrators can introduce a fresh angle and humour into a familiar tale. The popularity of the rhyme can be seen in its use in a variety of other cultural contexts..

Holmes decodes a warning from Porlock, an informant against arch-criminal Moriarty, for "Douglas" resident five years at "Birlstone". Scotland Yard's MacDonald asks them to investigate a corpse with the same look and circle-in-triangle brand on the forearm as Birlstone owner Douglas. The head was blown off by an American-style sawed-off shotgun. Apparently, an intruder dropped a card with VV341, and left across a shallow moat. Watson observes the bereaved English wife and best male friend in unusually good spirits. When Holmes pretends the moat will be drained, the conspirators retrieve a missing dumb-bell weighting down the visitor's clothes beneath the water. Douglas comes from hiding, to explain he killed the assassin Baldwin in self-defence; the plan was to save him from more attacks by criminal survivors of Vermissa Valley. He hands Dr. Watson the following account. Young McMurdo gains reputation as tough counterfeiter, Freemen Lodge member fleeing murder charges in Chicago. In the Vermissa coal mine area, McGinty rules Scowrers branded by a circle in square, the local Lodge 341 who extort, murder, and exchange vicious deeds with nearby Lodges. Pretty Ettie prefers McMurdo to nasty Baldwin, and wants to flee, but will wait some months. When word comes that Pinkerton sent Edwards, McMurdo gathers ringleaders in one room, and springs his trap on them, surrounded by the law. Although the worst were hanged, after ten years, villains were freed, and chased McMurdo-Edwards-Douglas, despite changes of name, location, and wife. He married Ettie, then she died in California, where he made a fortune. The Valley of Fear, notable for Professor Moriarty's involvement, is set before "The Final Problem", the short story in which Moriarty was introduced. This introduces a logical difficulty, as in "The Final Problem" Dr. Watson has never heard of Moriarty, whereas by the end of The Valley Of Fear he is, or should be, familiar with his name and character. The "Moriarty" element in the story is tied into the fate of the informer in the story. It ties the Molly Maguire background to another event of that period: the murder of James Carey, an informer who was shot on board a ship off the coast of Natal, South Africa in 1883 by Patrick O'Donnell, an Irish republican who had relatives in the Mollies and briefly visited the Pennsylvania coal mining district, supposedly looking for the suspected informer among them.

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side. 'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. 'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. 'How STUPID you are! Why didn't you tell him——' 'Well, why didn't YOU say——' 'You might have reminded him——' and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case. It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting—everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering 'whitewash!' he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.

Egy újrakezdés hihetetlen t?rténeteKori élete fordulóponthoz érkezik. Férje és szülei meghalnak, munkahelyét elveszíti, egyedül marad a világban, csak legjobb barátn?jére számíthat. Mindennapjait eddig családja szabályai szerint élte. A tragédia után minden megváltozik k?rül?tte.?Vajon hogy éli meg a hirtelen j?tt függetlenséget?Megtakarított pénzéb?l utazni szeretne, a helyszínt csukott szemmel választja ki a f?ldg?mbre b?kve. Azonban úgy t?nik, férje még a halála után is képes ezt a tervét is meghiúsítani. A lány régi életét maga m?g?tt hagyva munkát vállal egy kanadai farmon. A farm tulajdonosával, a jókép? Christopher Walkerrel, aki egyedül neveli kislányát, hamar k?lcs?n?s vonzalom alakul ki k?z?ttük.Vajon túléli kapcsolatuk a múlt szellemeinek felbukkanását? Van esély újrakezdeni egy tragédiák sokaságával telet?zdelt életet?J. K. Smith humoros jelenetekben és érzelmekben gazdag k?nyve ezekre a kérdésekre keresi a választ, és elvezeti az olvasót egy olyan világba, ahol a család és az ?sszefogás a legfontosabb érték.

1609 októberében?Fabricius Flóra, egy pozsonyi orvos lánya?Báthori Erzsébet ?udvarába érkezik, hogy megkeresse elt?nt n?vérét. Ha tudta volna, mi vár rá, talán útnak sem indul. Hamarosan megtanulja, semmi sem az, aminek látszik, és semmi sem biztos, csak a halál. Ki mozgatja vajon a szálakat? Ki az, aki befolyásolja az eseményeket, és a gyilkolástól sem riad vissza?? Minden erejére szüksége van, hogy legy?zze az akadályokat és kibogozza a s?tét titkot, melyet a csejtei vár falai rejtenek.? Egyetlen emberre számíthat csupán, az Itáliából érkezett, kétes jellem?, mégis rendkívül vonzó férfira, akir?l azt sem tudja pontosan, hogy kicsoda, és azt sem, miért segít neki.? R.?Kelényi Angelika, Terézanyu-díjas írón??17. század elején játszódóregénye kalandos, izgalmas, és vérfagyasztó t?rténetet mesél el, korh? t?rténelmi háttérbe helyezve.? Ahogy azt már megszokhattuk t?le, írása nem nélkül?zi a romantikát és a politikai cselsz?vést sem.?

1610-ben, egy borzalmas évet maga m?g?tt hagyva, Fabricius Flóra kénytelen Velencébe utazni.?A ?b?n?s ?r?m?k városába érve egy ismert és az urak által gyakran látogatott házban találja magát.?Vendéglátója nem más, mint a híres kurtizán, megment?jének édesanyja. Velence urai hamarosan versengeni kezdenek az ártatlan lány kegyeiért, ám ? csupán egyetlen férfi után vágyakozik,?Lorenzo Marianit azonban nem k?nny? ?r?kre rabul ejteni.?Flóra úgy d?nt, segít neki egy gyilkosság leleplezésében, noha az áldozatot egy cseppet sem szívlelte.?A szálak a legmagasabb k?r?kbe, a Collegió tagjai k?zé vezetnek, akik k?zül a legfiatalabb consiglieri bármit megadna, hogy a szép magyar lányt a magáénak tudhassa.?Képes lesz-e Flóra ellenállni a gazdagság és a hatalom csábításának??R. Kelényi Angelika, Az ártatlan cím? k?nyve második részében, egy izgalmas, kalandos és romantikus utazásra invitálja az olvasókat a 17. század Velencéjébe.?Ahogy azt már megszokhattuk, a regény t?rténete a hatalom, a vágy, a b?n és a szerelem gyilkos kombinációja, t?rténelmi korba ágyazva.?

Te is szereted, ha lustán elnyújtózhatsz a parton, szikrázik a nap, szemed el?tt a nagy kékség, ?sszecsúszik a víz és az ég, nem szól a telefon és az sem foglalkoztat, mi t?rténik a k?z?sségi oldalakon? ?ppen kikérted a kedvenc koktélodat, koccintasz a szeretteiddel, majd belenyúlsz a strandtáskába és el?veszed azt a k?nyvet, ami elfeledtet veled minden gondot, és a nyaralásod idejére teljes kikapcsolódást ígér. Igen, ez az igazi Holiday-érzés! Fej?s ?va legújabb k?nyvében is gondoskodik arról, hogy vele utazzunk, akár ha otthon, a kedvenc karosszékünkbe ülve vesszük is kezünkbe a k?tetet. Romantika, b?nügyi szál, kaland, utazás, nosztalgia, boldogságkeresés vár ránk - akárcsak az eddigi k?tetekben.? ?s hogy mit?l más a Holiday? Ebben a k?nyvben hosszabb-r?videbb t?rténetekkel szórakoztat a szerz? - mindenki maga d?nti el az olvasási sorrendet, ahogyan a hangulata diktálja. Egy biztos: mire az olvasó a vaskos k?tet utolsó lapjához érkezik, és véget ér a "holiday", t?kéletesen felt?lt?dik - és talán ez lesz élete legmesésebb nyara.