15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Pride and Prejudice
I will not risk my happiness on a second proposal; I refuse you.
Jane AustenFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
To learn the secret of life, he turned to death and decay—what single light broke through that darkness?
Mary ShelleyFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
I felt pity, then his appearance made my stomach turn—how do you choose kindness when the object repels you?
Mary ShelleyMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Names carved on stones with no bodies leave a hunger grief can't bury—those tablets mock consolation.
Herman MelvilleMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Ahab’s fury bursts when his harpoon is lost—he vows to girdle the globe to slay the whale.
Herman MelvilleThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Who is the Potter, and who the Pot—can anything name the hand that shaped it?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
You search outward for a lamp and hear that the self within you is blind—what light, if any, remains to guide your hand?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)Moby Dick; Or, The Whale
Make me a harpoon no fiend can part—he slams a pouch of horse nail-stubs on the anvil and dares the sea to resist it.
Herman MelvilleAlice's Adventures in Wonderland
She keeps her eyes shut—one blink and Wonderland will dissolve into the ordinary farmyard.
Lewis CarrollMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
The port that promises shelter becomes the ship’s deadliest threat—Bulkington chooses the sea because land would kill the Pequod.
Herman MelvilleThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
The old, meagre moon is fainting from the sky—will the young crescent's return change anything for those below?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
A rabbit pulls a watch from his waistcoat-pocket—so small an image it drags a girl after it into the unknown.
Lewis CarrollThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
She sobbed so violently Tom feared she might die; she clung to him and begged him not to despair—how will they find hope again?
Mark TwainThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Smoke still curled from his pipe when dawn came—how could he sit unmoving through the whole night?
Arthur Conan DoyleThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
A freshly severed thumb lay on the sill—what disaster and cruelty left such ruins and ashes?
Arthur Conan Doyle