Le roman du masque de fer

by Alexandre Dumas

Ever since Aramis's bizarre transformation into the confessor of the order, Baisemeaux, the warden of the Bastille, had ...

Oliver Twist

by Charles Dickens

Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...

Dubliners

by James Joyce

THERE WAS no hope for him tins time: it was the third stroke.

Dracula

by Bram Stoker

3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...

The Time Machine

by H. G. Wells

H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.

Tarzan of the Apes

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

I HAD this story from one who had no business to tell it to to me, or to any other.

Herland

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

This is written from memory, unfortunately.

Kim

by Rudyard Kipling

He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam-Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher-th...

The Pickwick Papers

by Charles Dickens

THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...

King Solomon's Mines

by H. Rider Haggard

It is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...

The Call of the Wild

by Jack London

BUCK did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every ...

The Riddle of the Sands

by Erskine Childers

I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...

The War of the Worlds

by H. G. Wells

NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and clos...

The most dangerous game

by Richard Connell

The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym

by Edgar Allan Poe

Me llamo Arthur Gordon Pym.

The Scarlet Pimpernel

by Emma Orczy

A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but ...

The First Men in the Moon

by H. G. Wells

Мастер и Маргарита

by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков

Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.

The Thirty-Nine Steps

by John Buchan

I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.

The Sign of Four

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco cas...