Found 618 results for "Building in fiction"
by Katherine Paterson
"Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, bariptity, bariptity-Good. His dad had the pickup going."
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by John le Carré
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep?
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when ...
by Евгений Иванович Замятин
I shall simply copy, word for word, the proclamation that appeared today in the One State Gazette: The building of the I...
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I was born in the year 1632 in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreign...
by Francis Bacon
1579 February. His father dies, and (in June) he returns to England.
by Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
by Voltaire
Chapitre I. Comment candide fut élevé dans un beau château, et comment il fut chassé d'icelui. Il y avait en Vestp...
by J. K. Rowling
Les deux hommes surgirent de nulle part, à quelques mètres l’un de l’autre, sur le chemin étroit éclairé par la lune. Pe...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
Le premier lundi du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où naquit l’auteur du Roman de la Rose, semblait être da...
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. RACHEL LYNDE lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie...
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
by Ken Follett
IN A BROAD VALLEY, at the foot of a sloping hillside, beside a clear bubbling stream, Tom was building a house.
by Richard Adams
The primroses were over. Toward the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a...
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...