FIRE MOUNTAIN IS "A THRILLING SEA STORY BY "NORMAN SPRINGER", AUTHOR OF "THE BLOOD SHIP" Years. Bright, aslant eyes, and a suave and ever-ready smile that broke immediately Martin met his gaze. "You will be so good as to inform the honorable that Dr. Ichi is here?" he asked in precise and stilted voice. Ever the same—the noiseless entry, the quietly spoken request for the lawyer. Martin repressed a flash of irritation; the little Japanese, with his uncanny soft-footedness and stereotyped address, got upon his nerves. However, his orders were explicit; Mr. Smatt would see Dr. Ichi without delay or preliminary, whenever Dr. Ichi favored the office with a visit. It was already the third visit that day, but orders were orders. So, Martin inclined his head toward the door of Smatt's private office. The Japanese crossed the room. He bowed to Martin, as stately a bow as if Martin were also an "honorable," instead of a poor devil of a law clerk; then, noiselessly as he had entered the outer office, Dr. Ichi disappeared within Smatt's sanctum. Martin turned to his window again. But his bright day dream was fled, and he could not conjure it back again. The view was without charm. His thoughts, despite himself, persisted in centering upon the dapper little figure now closeted with his employer. The dandified Jap aroused Martin's interest. What manner of client was this Dr. Ichi? Martin had not seen a single scrap of paper, nor had Smatt dropped a single hint, concerning the case. It was mysterious! Martin was not an overly curious chap, but he was human. It was another of Smatt's secret cases, thought Martin. Another token of those hidden activities of the old vulture, which he sensed, but did not know about. For, though Martin attended to the routine work, though his duties were responsible—Smatt specialized and was prominent in maritime law—still Martin knew he did not enjoy his employer's complete confidence. Much of Smatt's time was taken up with cases Martin knew nothing about, with clients who appeared to shun the daylight of the courts. The Nippon Trading Company, for instance! Martin knew Smatt was interested in a company of that name—a strange company, that apparently conducted business without using the mails. And there was business between Ichi and Smatt—money, or Smatt would have nothing to do with it. The mystery aroused Martin's dormant curiosity. But all his speculation was pointless. Martin bethought himself of the marine affidavit lying uncompleted upon his desk. He turned from the window with the intention of applying himself to that task—and he discovered the office to have a second visitor. Another unusual figure who possessed the penchant for surreptitious entry. He observed the fellow in the very act of closing the office door.

Nemzeti t?rténelmünk dics?séges helyszíne az egri vár, amelynek 1552-es ostroma során kétezer hazaszeret? ember gy?zedelmeskedett kétszázezer k?ny?rtelen idegen támadó felett. Hiába a múló id?, Bornemissza Gerg?ék legendája minduntalan b?vk?rébe vonja az épp feln?vekv? nemzedékeket. ?m az Egri csillagok nem csupán a magyar emberek kedvenc olvasmánya: Gárdonyi Géza is a legjobb m?vének tartotta a sodró lendület? regényt. A Manó K?nyvek Klassz!-sorozatában Nógrádi Gergely az eredeti cselekményt k?vetve, ám r?videbb formában meséli újra a klasszikus irodalom gy?ngyszemeit, azzal a céllal, hogy a remekm?vek a mai fiatalok számára is érthet? és szerethet? olvasmányok legyenek. Ugyanakkor a kiadó nemcsak a nagy nemzeti legendák megismertetéséért, de az értékes írói ?r?kség megóvásáért is síkra száll: a sorozat k?teteit számos, az eredeti regényekb?l kiemelt sz?vegrészlet gazdagítja.

*** BELLWETHER-D?JAS REG?NY ***Egyedül Rachel, egy dán édesanya és egy fekete édesapa gyermeke éli túl azt a családi tragédiát, amely egy végzetes reggelen k?vetkezett be chicagói házuk tetején.A kislány új gyámot kap, az afroamerikai nagyanyjával egy t?bbnyire feketék lakta k?z?sségbe kerül, ahol világosbarna b?re, kék szeme és szépsége miatt folyamatosan a figyelem k?zéppontjába kerül. Ez a figyelem végigkíséri, ahogy cseperedik és próbálja feldolgozni a gyászát, mik?zben lassan megérti, hogy az anyja titka és tragédiája milyen kapcsolatban áll saját bizonytalan identitásával.A fiatal félvér lány megrázó és szívbemarkoló t?rténete a társadalom rassz- és osztályfelfogását veszi célba, és a Washington Post a megjelenés évében az év regényének választotta a társadalmi igazságossággal kapcsolatos témákkal foglalkozó legjobb irodalmi kéziratért járó Bellwether-díjas írást.?A lány az égb?l – szárnyal… Energiájáról az élénk színekkel megrajzolt szerepl?k gondoskodnak, s az, ahogyan egymást látják. Durrow-nak fantasztikus füle van a párbeszédekhez, képes egyetlen sorral remények és félelmek egész tárházát életre kelteni.”– New York Times ??géretes debütálás… [Durrow] modern t?rténetet sz?tt identitásról és túlélésr?l.”– The Washington Post ?Komplex és komoly regény a félvér amerikaiak életér?l… Magával ragadó és elgondolkodtató olvasmány”– Minneapolis Star Tribune ?Megindító, csodálatos els? regény… Durrow er?t sugárzó regénye méltó rá, hogy helyet kapjon az amerikai életérzés klasszikus t?rténetei k?z?tt.”– The Miami Herald Durrow Rachelje fiatal félvér n?, akit semmiképp sem neveznék tragikus szerepl?nek. Bár bonyolult utat tesz meg az elidegenedés és a kétségbeesés útveszt?jében, végül olyan n?vé érik, akinek saját hangja van, és nyitott a világ számtalan lehet?ségére… Emelkedj fel! Szárnyalj! Lépj tovább! Elegáns csomagolásban ezt az üzenetet kapja kézhez az olvasó.” – The Huffington Post ?Feszes próza, konfliktusos végkifejlet, és mély reflexió rasszizmusra és faji identitásra: ezek visszhangoznak a m?ben, anélkül, hogy az politikai vagy bármilyen más túlságosan konkrét üzenetet k?zvetítene, mik?zben a t?rténet egyszerre m?k?dik mind modern feln?ttéválási meseként, mind releváns társadalmi kommentárként.”– Publishers Weekly

– A rosszak gyztek – kérdezte csalódottan a lány. Lecvekelt, és a kórházfolyosó fehérre festett falához simult, mintha ezzel is jelezni akarná, hogy nem hajlandó annyiban hagyni a dolgot. – Ez nem gyerekmese, kislány! A küzdelem gyakran a gonosz boszorka és a tzokádó sárkány kzt dl el – tárta szét a kezét Varga –, a bátor lovag már az elején meghalt szifiliszben.” Egyetlen, kiskaliber golyó a fejbe. A tettes profi bérgyilkos. Varga László nyomozó ügyész számára nagyon hamar személyes kérdéssé válik a megbízó felkutatása: három olyan n is belekeveredik az ügybe, aki fontos neki. A hajsza tbb szálon fut, a víg zvegy, az ukrán kokaincsempészek és a polgármester is célkeresztbe kerül. A fejesek legszívesebben eltussolnák az egészet, de a helyi média lecsap a botrányra. Kzben Varga félreérthetetlen üzenetet kap: jobban tenné, ha visszavenne az elánból. s még a helyi futballcsapat bennmaradása is tle függ. Egyszer féltékenység, alvilági leszámolás vagy politikai gyilkosság Melyik az a pont, ahol Varga végre rájn, hogy bábként rángatják Albert Levente krimisorozatának els ktete. Hiteles karakterek, váratlan fordulatok, elképzelt vidéki nagyváros, foci, szerelem, gasztronómia és humor. Sok humor.

Egy nyugtalan képzelet? koldusfiúcska a XVI. századi London nyomortanyáin k?nyveket olvas, és királyokról álmodik… ?rdekl?dése egy napon egészen a királyi palotáig sodorja, és egyszerre csak bent van a pompás termekben, s a vele egyid?s királyfi játékból ruhacserét ajánl, csak egy-két pillanatra. Nos, ez a játék, kül?nféle félreértések miatt, valóságra fordul! A koldusfiú hónapokon át élheti a királyfiú fenséges, de cseppet sem irigylésre méltó életét, a királyfiú pedig sz?rny? megaláztatások és szenvedések k?zt kénytelen ismereteket, emberséget és b?lcsességet gy?jteni elj?vend? országlása idejére. Mark Twain részrehajlás nélkül mindkét sorsnak a legalaposabban végére járt, mint aki maga is hol koldusnak, hol királyfinak álmodja magát…

Ebben a k?nyvben semmi sem az, aminek látszik.Louise, a fiatal titkárn? talán élete férfijával találkozik egy bárban, de a csók korainak bizonyul, kül?n?sen, miután hétf?n a munkahelyén megpillantja új f?n?két, Davidet – aki persze nem más, mint a férfi a bárból. ?s naná, hogy felesége van. Ami ezután t?rténik, az minden, csak nem megjósolható. Hiába kombinál az olvasó, el?bb-utóbb leesik neki, hogy ebben a szokványosnak látszó szerelmi háromsz?gben igazából semmi sem szokványos. ?s felesleges lenne arra intenünk, hogy inkább ne kedveljen meg egyetlen szerepl?t sem – úgyis képtelen lesz ellenállni. Mígnem egy ponton, amikor a legjobban aggódik majd az illet? sorsa miatt, ráébred: nem is ?t kellett volna féltenie!Sarah Pinborough regénye nem egy szerelmes t?rténet, egy krimi és egy thriller szimpla keveréke. Sokkal félelmetesebb annál. Mert Pinborough regénye elkísér. ?s nem hagy nyugodni. Ne higgy ennek a k?nyvnek!Ne higgy a szerepl?knek!Ne higgy saját magadnak se!?s t?rténjen bármi, senkinek se áruld el a végét! Sarah Pinborough az Egyesült Királyság egyik méltán népszer?, sokszoros díjnyertes romantikust?rténet- és krimiírója, akinek neve az egész világon ismert. Ne higgy a szemének! cím? regényét 19 nyelvre fordítják le, s a magyar kiadást már hetekkel az angliai bemutató után kezükbe vehetik az olvasók.Sarah Pinborough - er? és kecsesség. Egy irodalmi kaméleon! ― Neil GaimanPinborough írása élénk és érzelmileg vibráló. Nem tudtam letenni. ― Stephen KingT?kéletesen kidolgozott karakterek, páratlan írói munka, és egy cselekmény, ami teljes bizonytalanságban tart. A vége pedig úgy fejbe vág, mint mikor a mesében rázuhan egy zongora a nyúl fejére. Engem nem k?nny? leny?g?zni, de ez a k?nyv megtette. ― Joanne HarrisA Ne higgy a szemének! egy s?tét, hátborzongató hangulatú, letehetetlen k?nyv, brilliáns befejezéssel. Hamarosan rajongani fogsz Sarah Pinboroughért! ― Harlan CobenCsavaros pszichológiai thriller. A m?faj sokat látott olvasói is csak találgatnak - az utolsó oldalig. ― Publishers Weekly

Elképeszt? lélektani thriller – a Hátsó ablak találkozása a Holtodiglannal. Rachel ingázó, minden reggel felszáll ugyanarra a vonatra. Tudja, hogy minden alkalommal várakozni szoktak ugyanannál a fénysorompónál, ahonnan egy sor hátsó udvarra nyílik rálátás. Már-már kezdi úgy érezni, hogy ismeri az egyik ház lakóit. Jess és Jason, így nevezi ?ket. A pár élete t?kéletesnek t?nik, és Rachel sóvárogva gondol a boldogságukra. ?s aztán lát valami megd?bbent?t. Csak egyetlen pillanatig, ahogy a vonat tovahalad, de ennyi elég. A pillanat mindent megváltoztat. Rachel immár részese az életüknek, melyet eddig csak messzir?l szemlélt.? Meglátják; sokkal t?bb ?, mint egy lány a vonaton. Paula Hawkins els? thrillere azonnal a bestsellerlisták els? helyezettje lett. Harmincnégy országban megjelent, vitathatatlan, hogy az elmúlt évek legnagyobb sikerk?nyvét tartja kezében az olvasó.

A m?vek világa Mikszáth gyermekkorát idézi f?l egyszer? t?rténetekkel, falusi alakokkal, háttérben a gy?ny?r? tájjal, a fenséges természettel" – írja az el?szóban Kaiser László. Mikszáth korai elbeszél? m?vészetének két tünd?kletes darabja A tót atyafiakban (1880) a népélet tragikus és m?vészi szemlélése Arany János balladak?ltészetéhez hasonlítja Mikszáth stílusát, akit a legnagyobb magyar írok sorában tartunk számon. A jó palócok (1881) kis t?rténetek tudatos kompozíciójából áll ?ssze. Számos forrásból ered?, t?bb helyszínhez k?thet? valós t?rténetek (zsánerképek) szervez?dnek ciklussá a k?tet lapjain, azt az írói meggy?z?dést sugallva, hogy a halál nem egyenl? a pusztulással, de azt is, hogy a sors független az emberi akarattól. A palóc t?rténetek gy?jteménye a romantikus népiesség záró darabja. H?sei: Olej bacsa és Lapaj, a híres dudás, Bede Anna és a pogány Filcsik feledhetetlenek. T?rténeteiknek babonás modernségét Mikszáth a józan megfigyelés, a csaknem pozitivista kriticizmussal ellenpontozza.

1893, London. Amikor Cora Seaborne és Francis nev? fia megérkezik Essexbe, ott az a szóbeszéd járja, hogy az egykor a lápvidéken garázdálkodó s emberéleteket k?vetel? mitikus sz?rny, az essexi Kígyó újra felt?nt Aldwinter egyházk?zségének partjainál. Lelkes természetbúvárként Corát t?zbe hozza a hír, hisz talán egy eleddig ismeretlen állatfaj példányáról van szó. A lény nyomait k?vetve ismerkedik meg Aldwinter papjával, William Ransome-mal, akivel ellentmondásos érzelmeket táplálnak egymás iránt, míg végül a legváratlanabb módon alakítják át a másik életét. Az essexi kígyó cím? k?nyvet számos irodalmi díjra jel?lték, megjelenése óta t?bb mint egy éve az eladási listák elején szerepel a k?nyv az Egyesült Királyságban. Az ?v K?nyve - The WaterstonesBritish Book Award gy?zteseThe Sunday Times Bestseller Mint els?számú bestsellert és a 2016-os Waterstones Book of the Yeart Az essexi kígyót további nyolc díjra jel?lték, k?ztük a 2017-es Costa K?nyvdíjra és a 2017-es Bailey’s Women’s Prize for Fictionre. Sarah m?veit tizenegy nyelvre fordítják le, a Guardiannek és a The Financial Timesnak ír recenziókat. Kend?zetlenségében magával ragadó regény, melyben vágy és hit gabalyodik egymásba a lápon, de az igazi csoda a barátság. Sarah Perrynek megvan az a rendkívüli adottsága, hogy elk?vesse a prózával az elképzelhetetlent - más szóval olyan író, aki érti az életet. (Jessie Burton, a Babaház úrn?je és a Múzsa cím? k?nyv szerz?je) Az essexi kígyó élvezetes olvasmány: egy rendkívül tehetséges szerz? intelligens, magával ragadó munkája. (Sarah Waters, A szobalány cím? k?nyv szerz?je ) Ett?l a k?nyvt?l vágyat kapunk rá, hogy jobb emberré váljunk. (Justine Jordan, The Guardian)

Janka a csinos, 31 éves pincérn? legh?bb vágya, hogy belépjen életébe a nagy szerelem. Amikor megismerkedik Dáviddal, a híres énekessel, úgy érzi, benne megtalálta azt, akit mindig is keresett. Kapcsolatuk mégsem alakul felh?tlenül, bármilyen szenvedélyesen szerelmes is a popsztárba. Ahogy egyre jobban megismeri Dávidot, kiderül a férfi s?tét oldala. Janka azonban nem tud t?le elszakadni... A regény?arra keresi a választ, hogy milyen egy bántalmazó férfi és egy bántalmazói kapcsolat. Hogyan lehet egy ilyen kapcsolaton túljutni és ?nmagunkra találni annak ellenére, hogy képtelennek érezzük magunkat az elszakadásra? Hogyan lehet egy fájdalmas kapcsolaton túl is újra boldognak lenni?

Vészesen apad a Tó. Vajon miért? Rév Fül?p, a lovaglegény a Litéri sárkány hátára pattan, hogy kiderítse. A nyomok Nagylapály birodalmába vezetnek, ahol találkozunk Nyár L?rinccel, Zivatarzug lovagjaival, H?t?dik H?b?r?d?tt királlyal, és a világ legpimaszabb leányzójával, akire nem lehet haragudni. Kiderül, mi van a Mély Kút mélyén, és hogy miért nincs tó, ha van.

Doktor Proktor, a kétbalkezes professzor maga sem sejti, milyen kalandokba keveredik majd, amikor véletlenül feltalálja a f?ldkerekség legnagyobb erej? pukiporát, ami bárkit képes az ?rbe r?píteni. ?m amíg két kisiskolás segít?je azon dolgozik, hogy a találmány híressé és gazdaggá tegye ?ket, a csodaszer híre illetéktelenek fülébe is eljut. A doktor hamarosan egy sz?késbiztos cellában találja magát, a gonosz ikerpár ellopja a találmányt, és egy folyton éhes anakonda is beszabadul Oslo szennyvízcsatornáiba. K?zben pedig feltartóztathatatlanul k?zeleg a nemzeti ünnepre gyakorló iskolai katonazenekar... A világhír? skandináv krimiíró Doktor Proktor-sorozatát már t?bb mint 20 nyelvre fordították le. A f?szerepl?k fergeteges kalandjait elképeszt? fordulatok, abszurd humor és a Nesb?-féle kül?nleges atmoszféra teszi feledhetetlenné.

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.

Elég egy váratlan hajnali telefonhívás és egy rég nem hallott a hang a vonal másik végén, hogy Myron Bolitar, a kemény?kl? játékosügyn?k ismét egy els? ránézésre megoldhatatlan rejtély kell?s k?zepén találja magát. Nyolc éve, hogy utoljára találkozott a gy?ny?r? Terese Collinsszal, aki most arra kéri, utazzon Párizsba. Myron sejti, hogy nem csupán egy romantikus randevú várja a szerelem városában, ám amikor a repül?térre érve rend?r?k fogadják, majd hamarosan kiderül, hogy Terese az els? számú gyanúsítottja egy gyilkosságnak, úgy érzi, zsákutcába került. Nem ismeri sem a nyelvet, sem a szokásokat, így aligha tud bármit is kinyomozni. De miel?tt alaposabban végiggondolhatná a helyzetet, t?rténik valami, ami új megvilágításba helyezi az ügyet... ?Ekkor borítottam rá az asztalt. Amint leült mellém, azonnal végiggondoltam a lehet?ségeket. Már tudtam, mir?l van szó: emberrablás. Ha beszállok a furgonba, nekem l?ttek. Hallották már azt a nagy b?lcsességet, hogy az emberrablásoknál mindig az els? negyvennyolc óra a legkritikusabb? Amit nem szoktak hozzátenni - talán mert annyira nyilvánvaló -, hogy minden másodperccel cs?kken az esélye annak, hogy valaha is megtalálják az áldozatot. Itt ugyanez volt a helyzet. Ha beszállok abba a kocsiba, túlélési esélyeim a minimumra cs?kkennek. Ha felállok, és elindulok a furgon felé, szintén romlanak a kilátásaim. Ráadásul Sebhelyes Fej nem számít korai ellencsapásra. Azt hiszi, szépen begyakorolt kis monológját hallgatom. Nem jelentek fenyegetést. ?gy hát a meglepetés erejére építettem. Egy pillanatra ? is odanézett, hogy meggy?z?dj?n, valóban ott áll-e a kocsi. Ennyi elég is volt. Az asztal peremét már korábban megmarkoltam. Lábizmaim megfeszültek. ?gy pattantam f?l, mintha dobbantóról ugranék. Az asztallap egyenesen az arcába csapódott." Harlan Coben napjaink egyik legnépszer?bb krimiírója. Regényeit a m?faj gy?ngyszemeiként tartják számon, eddig negyven kül?nb?z? nyelvre fordították le, és k?zel 50 millió (!) példányt adtak el bel?lük világszerte.

These tales are translated from a variety of authors. The translator has been chiefly led to the task by the hope of composing an entertaining volume out of materials not generally accessible. The works in which many of them are found, are by no means common, and the indelicacy with which almost all collections of Italian tales are polluted, deservedly excludes them from general perusal. Such care has, however, been employed in the following selection, and such liberties taken with the originals, when they appeared objectionable on this account, that it is hoped this little book will escape the censure too justly cast upon Italian works of humour, in general—a censure which falls heavily upon many of the otherwise admirable tales of Boccaccio. While, however, such trifling alterations have been made as appeared necessary, these tales may still justly be considered as fair specimens of the Italian Novella, and like the celebrated collection already alluded to, furnish us with a very lively idea of the early manners of the Italians. Those tales, from which our great dramatist borrowed parts of his plots, and some of his incidents, have a double interest, both from their own nature, and as they illustrate the process by which his genius, "by happy alchemy of mind," turned all the materials which fell in his way to gold. Two or three of this kind have been purposely selected. ITALIAN TALES: THE TEACHER TAUGHT. THE UNEXPECTED REPLY. WHO AM I? THE DEAD RIDER. THE SKILFUL PHYSICIAN THE POMEGRANATE SEED THE FATAL MISTAKE THE DEAD ALIVE THE FALSE CHAMPION THE MERCHANT OF VENICE THERE IS A SKELETON IN EVERY HOUSE. THE ELOPEMENT. THE FRIAR ENTRAPPED ANTONIO AND VERONICA. BELPHAGOR. THE SLEEPING DRAUGHT THE COUNTERPARTS

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..

An afternoon of a cold winter’s day, when the sun shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm, two children asked leave of their mother to run out and play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and modest disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful, her parents, and other people who were familiar with her, used to call Violet. But her brother was known by the style and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of his broad and round little phiz, which made everybody think of sunshine and great scarlet flowers. The father of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is important to say, was an excellent, but exceedingly matter-of-fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common-sense view of all matters that came under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as other people’s, he had a head as hard and impenetrable, and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots which it was a part of his business to sell. The mother’s character, on the other hand, had a strain of poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty—a delicate and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. So, Violet and Peony, as I began with saying, besought their mother to let them run out and play in the new snow; for, though it had looked so dreary and dismal, drifting downward out of the gray sky, it had a very cheerful aspect, now that the sun was shining on it. The children dwelt in a city, and had no wider play-place than a little garden before the house, divided by a white fence from the street, and with a pear-tree and two or three plum-trees overshadowing it, and some rose-bushes just in front of the parlor windows. The trees and shrubs, however, were now leafless, and their twigs were enveloped in the light snow, which thus made a kind of wintry foliage, with here and there a pendent icicle for the fruit. “Yes, Violet,—yes, my little Peony,” said their kind mother; “you may go out and play in the new snow.”

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.