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
Jane keeps up a brave face, yet slips into dejection—what is she not telling anyone?
Jane AustenMeditations
Alexander and the muleteer finish the same—what measure of greatness survives that equal end?
Marcus AureliusPride and Prejudice
Four dances and a few dinners cannot prove a man's character—so why rush Jane into certainty?
Jane AustenThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Lady St. Simon is a myth—what truth will Holmes pull from that absence?
Arthur Conan DoyleThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
A thunderbolt out of a clear sky: Tom produces piles of tickets and demands a Bible—how did he amass such sudden wealth?
Mark TwainThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
The tooth hung dangling by the bedpost while Aunt Polly readied the fire—how far will love stretch to punish mischief?
Mark TwainThe Picture of Dorian Gray
A midnight telegram: Dorian is engaged to Sibyl Vane—what does that sudden announcement set in motion?
Oscar WildeThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
A bottle and a tin cup by Injun Joe—why would two ordinary objects make a room 'ha'nted'?
Mark TwainThe Picture of Dorian Gray
Youth has become a creed people worship—and he'd do anything to get it back except be respectable.
Oscar WildeThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
We hurried from Whence to Whither without asking—can a cup of forbidden wine wash that insolence away?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)The Art of War
Military weapons are the Sage's tool to punish cruelty—what will be lost if we refuse them?
孙武 (Sun Tzu)Pride and Prejudice
I meant to dislike him—it sharpens one's wit and gives license to endless mockery.
Jane AustenPride and Prejudice
A visit to Longbourn will only confirm what gossip whispers—are you prepared for that proof?
Jane AustenDracula
No one knows how sweet morning is until night has almost killed you—now, while courage lingers, I must act.
Bram StokerDracula
She breathed in long, heavy gasps as I pinned a shawl at her throat—had my clumsy anxiety hurt her, or was something far darker present?
Bram Stoker