15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Abandoned and furious, he channels his rage into destruction—filling the cottage with combustibles and waiting for the moon to fall.
Mary ShelleyFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
An act of mercy costs him a wound; from that pain a vow of eternal hatred is born—how does kindness seed such rage?
Mary ShelleyMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
I know a man who took three hundred and fifty whales—more honourable to me than a captain who boasted of captured cities.
Herman MelvilleThe Picture of Dorian Gray
So I have murdered Sibyl Vane, he whispers—yet the roses are still lovely and the birds still sing.
Oscar WildeThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries: 'Fools—your reward is neither here nor there.'
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
A single threat hangs over him: on his wedding night a dæmon promised to destroy him—will that night end him or free him?
Mary ShelleyTreasure Island
Tomorrow I start for Bristol—he counts weeks and riches as if a grand voyage were already won, while danger waits uninvited.
Robert Louis StevensonPride and Prejudice
I decided within a month that you were the last man I'd ever marry—what made me so certain so soon?
Jane AustenThe Republic
He insists all pleasures are the same—if pleasure is flattened, what part of the soul refuses to be seen?
PlatoPride and Prejudice
What are men to rocks and mountains?—could travel really revive us from disappointment?
Jane AustenTreasure Island
A clacking cry for pieces of eight grinds on like a tiny mill—who keeps shouting and why won't it stop?
Robert Louis StevensonMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
A coffin life-buoy shoots up from a wheeling black bubble and carries him for a day—how does a man drift between death and rescue?
Herman MelvilleMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
I demand to know if I'll sleep beside a madman—what is this harpooneer the landlord fears and yet insists I share a bed with?
Herman MelvilleThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
A lantern, a butcher's cleaver, and a moonlit garden thirty feet below—would you jump?
Arthur Conan DoylePride and Prejudice
She couldn't think of anything else: had Bingley really loved Jane, or had others decided for him?
Jane Austen