Found 314 results for "Sick in fiction"
by Thomas More
UPON a time when tidings came to the City of Corinth that King Philip, father to Alexander surnamed the Great, was comin...
by Daniel Defoe
IT was about the beginning of September, 1664, that I, among the rest of my neighbours, heard, in ordinary discourse, th...
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 Robert Louis Stevenson
Since its publication in 1886, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde has remained continuously in print and has be...
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 Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by Spyri, Johanna
IN a small Swiss town in the shadow of the mountains is a path that leads, straight and steep, into the Alps.
by Lewis Carroll
One thing was certain, that the white kitten had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten's fault entirely.
by Лев Толстой, Anthony Briggs
In the large building housing the Law Courts, during a recess in the Melvinsky proceedings, members of the court and the...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
Part I bears the subtitle 'The Underground', to which is appended an explanatory note from Dostoevsky himself: Both the ...
by John Green
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house...
by Ludwig Bemelmans
En una vieja casa de Paris toda cubierta de viñas viven doce ninas en dos perfectas filas.
by Jodi Picoult
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, the great mystery to me wasn't <i>how</i> babies were made, but <i>why</i>.
by Charles Dickens
MARLEY was dead, to begin with.