Ficciones

by Jorge Luis Borges

Debo a la conjuncion de un espejo y de una enciclopedia el descubrimiento de Uqbar.

The Time Machine

by H. G. Wells

H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.

The Invisible Man

by H. G. Wells

THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...

Carrie

by Stephen King

Extrait de l'hebdomadaire Enterprise, de Westover (Me), 19 aoüt 1966:

Nineteen Eighty-Four

by George Orwell

Hari yang dingin dan cerah di bulan April, dan jam-jam berdentang tiga belas kali.

Dracula

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...

Dune

by Frank Herbert

In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy...

The Prince and the Pauper

by Mark Twain

Goodnight Moon

by Margaret Wise Brown

In the great green room

A Study in Scarlet

by Arthur Conan Doyle

IN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...

Flatland

by Edwin Abbott Abbott

I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

by Mark Twain

"TOM!"

La Peste

by Albert Camus

Les curieux évènements qui font le sujet de cette chronique se sont produit en 194., à Oran.

Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus

by Mary Shelley

In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...

Du contrat social

by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Tal vez no sea superfluo, al introducir el célebre libro de Rousseau, señalar como punto de partida que estamos ante un ...

Brave New World

by Aldous Huxley

"A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories."

Catching Fire

by Suzanne Collins

The Silver Chair

by C. S. Lewis

IT WAS A DULL AUTUMN DAY AND JILL Pole was crying behind the gym.

Northern Lights

by Philip Pullman

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.

The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...