Found 602 results for "Fictitious imprints"
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 J. K. Rowling
La journée la plus chaude de l’été, jusqu’à présent en tout cas, tirait à sa fin et un silence somnolent s’était install...
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
by J. K. Rowling
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping th...
by Agatha Christie
ERANO LE CINQUE di una mattina invernale, in Siria.
by J. K. Rowling
À bien des égards, Harry Potter était un garçon des plus singuliers. Tout d’abord, il détestait les vacances d’été, c’ét...
by J. K. Rowling
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, privet drive.
by Arthur C. Clarke
The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended.
by Harper Lee
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
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 6....
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
by Edgar Allan Poe
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.
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 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...
by Mary Shelley
YOU WILL REJOICE to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with...
by William Shakespeare
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers, of the house of Capulet.
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
'Harvest is ended and summer is gone,' quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across the shorn fields dreamily.