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Twelve years had passed since I had laid the body of my great-uncle,
Captain John Carter, of Virginia, away from the sight of men in that
strange mausoleum in the old cemetery at Richmond.
Often had I pondered on the odd instructions he had left me governing
the construction of his mighty tomb, and especially those parts which
directed that he be laid in an OPEN casket and that the ponderous mechanism
which controlled the bolts of the vault's huge door be accessible
ONLY FROM THE INSIDE
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It must have been a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that it
happened—the afternoon of June 3rd, 1916. It seems incredible that all
that I have passed through—all those weird and terrifying experiences—
should have been encompassed within so short a span as three
brief months. Rather might I have experienced a cosmic cycle, with all its
changes and evolutions for that which I have seen with my own eyes in
this brief interval of time—things that no other mortal eye had seen before,
glimpses of a world past, a world dead, a world so long dead that
even in the lowest Cambrian stratum no trace...
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It was in the Fall of nineteen seventeen at an officers' training camp
that I first became acquainted with John Carter, War Lord of Barsoom,
through the pages of your novel A Princess of Mars. The story made a
profound impression upon me and while my better judgment assured
me that it was but a highly imaginative piece of fiction, a suggestion of
the verity of it pervaded my inner consciousness to such an extent that I
found myself dreaming of Mars and John Carter, of Dejah Thoris, of Tars
Tarkas and of Woola as if they had been entities of my own experience
rather than the figments...
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In the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain by the side of
the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor, beneath the hurtling moons of
Mars, speeding their meteoric way close above the bosom of the dying
planet, I crept stealthily along the trail of a shadowy form that hugged
the darker places with a persistency that proclaimed the sinister nature
of its errand.
For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the hateful
Temple of the Sun, within whose slow-revolving shaft, far beneath the
surface of Mars, my princess lay entombed—but whether alive or dead I
knew not. Had Phaidor's slim...
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Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of
a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently
upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately
sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan
Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red-skinned warrior bent low
toward her, whispering heated words close to her ear.
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Gary Russell (born 18 September 1963) is a freelance writer and former
child actor. As a writer, he is best known for his work in connection with
the television series Doctor Who and its spin-offs in other media. Russell
was born in Maidenhead, Berkshire, England, UK and currently divides
his time between his home in Brockley, South East London, and Cardiff
Bay. His on-screen acting career ranged from leading roles in the BBC's
adaptation of E. Nesbit's novel The Phoenix and the Carpet and ITV's adaptations
of Enid Blyton's Famous Five novels (as Dick) to a very minor
walk-on part in the James Bond movie Octopussy....
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There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near
Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of
C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities, was inscribed. The contents
of its window were curiously variegated. They comprised some elephant
tusks and an imperfect set of chessmen, beads and weapons, a box
of eyes, two skulls of tigers and one human, several moth-eaten stuffed
monkeys (one holding a lamp), an old-fashioned cabinet, a flyblown ostrich
egg or so, some fishing-tackle, and an extraordinarily dirty, empty
glass fish-tank. There was also, at the moment the story begins, a mass of
crystal, worked into the shape...
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Herbert George Wells, better known as H. G. Wells, was an English
writer best known for such science fiction novels as The Time Machine,
The War of the Worlds, The Invisible Man and The Island of Doctor Moreau.
He was a prolific writer of both fiction and non-fiction, and produced
works in many different genres, including contemporary novels,
history, and social commentary. He was also an outspoken socialist. His
later works become increasingly political and didactic, and only his early
science fiction novels are widely read today. Wells, along with Hugo
Gernsback and Jules Verne, is sometimes referred to as The Father of
Science Fiction...
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As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the
blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment
that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr. Cavor
was, after all, the outcome of the purest accident. It might have been any
one. I fell into these things at a time when I thought myself removed
from the slightest possibility of disturbing experiences. I had gone to
Lympne because I had imagined it the most uneventful place in the
world. Here, at any rate, said I, I shall find peace and a chance to
work!...
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Tham khảo sách 'the food of the gods and how it came to earth', giải trí - thư giãn, truyện ma - kinh dị phục vụ nhu cầu học tập, nghiên cứu và làm việc hiệu quả
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The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting
wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down,
walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a
little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up
from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his
face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his
shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried.
He staggered into the Coarch and Horses, more dead than alive as it
seemed,...
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Tham khảo sách 'the island of dr. moreau', giải trí - thư giãn, truyện ma - kinh dị phục vụ nhu cầu học tập, nghiên cứu và làm việc hiệu quả
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Đằng sau những cuộc phiêu lưu là suy tư sâu xa về sự chung thủy, lòng khoan dung và cả sự kính ngưỡng đối với tự nhiên và sự vật. Được viết bởi một giọng văn đẹp cùng một chiều sâu tâm lý hiếm có trong văn học trẻ, Tobie Lolness thật sự nổi trội như một thế giới độc nhất vô nhị. Đây là một trong số những cuốn tiểu thuyết hay nhất của năm nay... và sẽ trở thành một tác phẩm kinh điển cho thiếu nhi....
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If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right
now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal
life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty
ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for
being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading
immediately. You might be one of us. And...
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My nightmare started like this.
I was standing on a deserted street in some little beach town. It was the middle of the night. A
storm was blowing. Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. Pink and
yellow stucco buildings lined the street, their win-dows boarded up. A block away, past a line
of hibiscus bushes, the ocean churned.
Florida, I thought. Though I wasn't sure how I knew that. I'd never been to Florida.
Then I heard hooves clattering against the pavement. I turned and saw my friend Grover
running for his life....
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The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly
weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and
Thalia on the way.
It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow
pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between
the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much.
Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to
Westover Hall, it was getting...
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The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. But there I
was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my mom’s car in front of Goode High School
on East 81st .
Goode was this big brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and
Lincoln Town Cars were parked out front. Staring up at the fancy stone archway, I wondered how
long it would take me to get kicked out of this place.
“Just relax.” My mom didn’t sound relaxed. “It’s only an orientation tour. And remember, dear,
this is Paul’s school. So try...
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.CHAPTOR ONE
I GO CRUISING WITH THE EXPLOSIVES
The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car. Up until then, I was having a great afternoon. Technically I wasn't suppose to be driving because I wouldn't be sixteen for another week, but my mom and my stepdad,Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to this private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and Paul let us borrow his Prius for a short spin. Now, I know you're thinking, Wow, that was really irresponsible of him,blah,blah,blah, but Paul knows me pretty well. He's seen me...
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Tôi gắng gượng trở mình, sờ được con dao găm để dưới gối, cảm nhận được sự thô ráp, sần sùi của cán dao, hơi thở dần bình thường trở lại.
Rồi tôi chìm vào giấc ngủ mê man.
Thỉnh thoảng tôi cũng quay về thăm trường cũ - trường Đại học Sư phạm. Tôi ngồi bên vườn hoa trước cổng ký túc xá nam sinh số 2, ở đó trước đây có một cây hòe cổ, bây giờ là những loài hoa sặc sỡ đang rung rinh trước gió. Tôi thường trầm ngâm ngắm tòa nhà ký túc xá hiện đại...
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When vampire hunter Laura Caxton is locked up in a maximum-security prison, the cop-turned-con finds herself surrounded by countless murderers and death-row inmates with nothing to lose . . . and plenty of time to kill.…
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WICKED above her hipbone, GIRL across her heart Words are like a road map to reporter Camille Preaker’s troubled past. Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, Camille’s first assignment from the second-rate daily..
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Two hundred years after the Salem witch trials, in the summer of 1892, a grisly new witch hunt is beginning....To read more about The Truth of All Things or Kieran Shields please visit Crown Publishing Group at www.crownpublishing.com.
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Một buổi sáng, Hercule Poirot, nhà thám tử nổi tiếng mà Agatha Christie thường giới
thiệu với chúng ta trong loạt truyện trinh thám của bà, tìm tới nha sĩ Henry Morley để
chữa răng. Không ngờ chỉ vài giờ sau, ông đã phải trở lại để điều tra nguyên nhân cái
chết của nha sĩ.
Ngày m t ngày hai, Scotland Yard (S C nh Sát Anh) đã ra l nh đình ch đi u tra saộ ở ả ệ ỉ ề u
khi phát hiện bệnh nhân cuối cùng của nha sĩ, ông Amberiotis, chết vì bị tiêm thuốc
quá liều. Họ cho rằng...
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Một tên sát thủ có sở thích uống chất hỗn hợp máu nạn nhân với sữa tươi, hắn có căn bệnh gì đặc biệt hay là con quỷ hút máu bất tử nghìn năm trong truyền thuyết?
Trong thành phố C liên tiếp xảy ra 4 vụ cưỡng hiếp giết người, nạn nhân đều là những cô gái trí thức từ 25 - 35 tuổi, đây rốt cuộc là giết người trả thù hay chỉ đơn giản là cưỡng dâm?
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Cổ Tiểu Yên từ khi sinh ra được cảnh báo mang kiếp nạn trời định, thầy bói đã dặn dò kỹ lưỡng không được để cô rời bỏ quê hương. Nhưng cuối cùng, cô cũng vẫn rời khỏi đó, và từ khoảnh khắc này, bắt đầu một cơn ác mộng kinh hoàng... Ngôi nhà ma thần bí trong rừng sâu, sự kiện Điệp tiên giết người ly kỳ hãi hùng...
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E L James is a TV executive, wife and mother of two,
based in West London. Since early childhood, she
dreamt of writing stories that readers would fall in love
with, but put those dreams on hold to focus on her
family and her career. She finally plucked up the
courage to put pen to paper with her first novel, Fifty
Shades of Grey. E L James is currently working on a
new romantic thriller with a supernatural twist
8/30/2018 1:13:55 AM +00:00
Bên dưới tấm poster cũ của bộ phim What lies beneath, một đám đông những anh chàng và cô nàng quần áo thời trang đủ kiểu đang tụ tập. Dường như tất cả đều nói và tất cả đều hưng phấn với câu chuyện của mình, không ai nghe ai. Tiếng ồn ào biến thành một thảm âm thanh dày xốp, ngột ngạt. Chốc chốc, một cô nàng nào đó cười thét lên, nghe tựa vết rạch sắc nhọn vào bầu không khí quánh đặc. ...
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Có thể xem Xuyên thấm là một tác phẩm đặc biệt, bởi không chỉ giữ đúng tinh thần fantasy – bay bổng, u ám và huyền ảo, đây còn là sự pha trộn giữa hai thể loại trinh thám (detective) và kinh dị (thriller). Bí mật dẫn dắt bí mật. Những nút thắt liên tục nghẹt thở khiến bạn không thể dừng lại một khi đã chạm vào lời kể đầu tiên. Bố cục khác lạ giúp bạn hoá thân vào từng góc nhìn riêng biệt của bốn người bạn – bốn nhân vật chính dẫn dắt toàn bộ câu...
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Chuyện kể rằng hồi nọ có một ngôi làng tên là Kim Quan, vì sao lại có tên như vậy? Vốn là từ xưa tới nay, quan quach của Hoàng đế gọi là “Tử cung”, quan quách của Quý phi thì gọi là “Kim Quan”. Tương truyền ngày xửa ngày xưa, có một bà quý phi thưở sinh tiền rất được sủng ái, nhưng vì đắc tội với Thái hậu, phải nhận “tam ban triều điển”, tức là bị thắt cổ cho đến chết. Cũng bởi quý phi chết oan, nên đêm đến, hễ chợp mắt, Hoàng thượng và Thái...
8/30/2018 12:31:05 AM +00:00
các bạn nhớ đón đọc nhé....!!! cực kỳ hấp dẫn và lôi cuốn.
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