Found 1,332 results for "Dragons in fiction"
by Kenneth Grahame, Jim Weiss
LONG ago-might have been hundreds of years ago-in a cottage halfway between a little English village and the shoulder of...
by Robert W. Chambers
TOWARD the end of the year 1920 the Government of the United States had practically completed the programme, adopted dur...
by Orson Scott Card
I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.
by Lewis Carroll
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
by Stephen King
Once, in a kingdom called Delain, there was a King with two sons.
by Ursula K. Le Guin
The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak above the storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wiz...
by Thomas Harris
Will Graham installa Crawford ä une table de pique-nique entre la maison et l'océan, puis lui servit un verre de thé gla...
by G. A. Henty, Indy Publications
A low hut built of turf roughly thatched with rushes and standing on the highest spot of some slightly raised ground.
by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
YES, SIR. Certainly, it was I who found the body.
by Christopher Paolini
El viento bramaba en plena noche transportando un aroma que cambiaría el mundo.
by Charles Perrault
ONCE UPON A TIME there lived a king and queen who were grieved, more grieved than words can tell, because they had no ch...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
A tall, slim girl, 'half past sixteen', with serious grey eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on...
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 J.R.R. Tolkien
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspr...
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
'Harvest is ended and summer is gone,' quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across the shorn fields dreamily.
by J. K. Rowling
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much...