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Casino Royale
by Ian Fleming
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high...
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 Art of War
by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman
1. Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.
Digital Fortress
by Dan Brown
They were in the smoky mountains at their favorite bed-and-breakfast.
The Man Who Was Thursday
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
THE suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.
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 Spy Who Came in from the Cold
by John le Carré
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep?
The Big Four
by Agatha Christie
I have met people who enjoy a channel crossing; men who can sit calmly in their deck-chairs and, on arrival, wait until ...
The Secret Agent
by Joseph Conrad
The bell, hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon of steel, was difficult to circumvent.
They Came to Baghdad
by Agatha Christie
Captain Crosbie came out of the bank with the pleased air of one who has cashed a cheque and has discovered that there i...
Jurassic Park
by Michael Crichton
The tropical rain fell in drenching sheets, hammering the corrugated roof of the clinic building, roaring down the metal...
Live and let die
by Ian Fleming
There are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act th...
Our Man in Havana
by Graham Greene
'THAT nigger going down the street,'said Dr Hasselbacher standing in the Wonder Bar, 'he reminds me of you, Mr Wormold.'
From Russia, with love
by Ian Fleming
The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead.
The Lost World
by Michael Crichton
The lecture ended, Malcolm hobbled across the open courtyard of the Institute, shortly after noon.
