15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
The will named Gabriel John Utterson as heir—then he looked down at the dead malefactor on the carpet.
Robert Louis StevensonWuthering Heights
I am not afraid of you—give me that key, she demands, refusing to be cowed even at the table of her enemy.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
Your presence is a moral poison—I require your instant departure; three minutes' delay will make it ignominious.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
A parlour sofa becomes a bedside—small changes of scene are pressed into service to lift a woman's spirits and protect a fragile future.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
He hurled his books onto the fire—rage and shame turning the tools of self-improvement into instruments of destruction.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
A child teeters on the steps—Heathcliff catches him at the last moment while the man above realizes he's undone his own revenge.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
He thundered that he'd kill her if she came into his sight again and ordered her flung from the room—violence as law.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
Gaunt thorns stretch one way as if begging the sun—the house itself shaped by relentless north winds and 'wuthering' storms.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
Honeysuckles embracing a thorn—the wife blooms while everyone else yields, and a husband hides the hurt of keeping the peace.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
Heathcliff's scorn greets his child—laughter that makes the newborn shrink as contempt lands before love can.
Emily BrontëPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
How dare the robins sing—when some have paid life's account and the sun now feels like an insult?
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Afraid? Naming death, life, or resurrection only collapses the threat—so who is left to frighten me?
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
A door opens to warmth for an instant—then shuts, and that flash makes the loss sting more.
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
An hour late to joy—so near a crown, and yet time turns victory into loss.
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Too much joy would have hollowed the faith that needed fear—what part of rescue requires the ache?
Dickinson, Emily