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Cyrano de Bergerac
by Edmond Rostand
We are in Paris in 1640, the era of Dumas's Three Musketeers.
Tuesdays with Morrie
by Mitch Albom
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could w...
Emma
by Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, in the year before the American Declaration of Independence, and she died on ...
The Subtle Knife
by Philip Pullman
Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
The A.B.C. Murders
by Agatha Christie
It was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months.
Northern Lights
by Philip Pullman
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.
Hercule Poirot's Christmas
by Agatha Christie
STEPHEN pulled up the collar of his coat as he walked briskly along the platform.
Appointment with Death
by Agatha Christie
"YOU do see, don't you, that she's go to be killed?"
A Murder Is Announced
by Agatha Christie
Between 7:30 and 8:30 every morning except Sundays, Johnnie Butt made the round of the village of Chipping Cleghorn on h...
The Godfather
by Mario Puzo
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly...
Evil Under the Sun
by Agatha Christie
WHEN Captain Roger Angmering built himself a house in the year 1782 on the island off Leather-combe Bay, it was thought ...
The Lost Symbol
by Dan Brown
Meus sinceros agradecimentos a três amigos queridos com quem tenho a grande honra de trabalhar: meu editor, Jason Kaufma...
Death on the Nile
by Agatha Christie
"Linnet Ridgeway!" "That's her!" said Mr. Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns.
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd
by Agatha Christie
MRS. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th-17th September-a Thursday.
Ulysses
by James Joyce
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...