A collection of stories, including the Legend of the Wandering Cashier, the roadside diner Angel of Death, the classic tale of the Bathroom on the Bus, and featuring private eye Dawn Debris in the Land of Many Things...

Excerpt: TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF THESE INSUING SONNETS, Mr. W.H.; ALL HAPPINESSE AND THAT ETERNITIE PROMISED BY OVR EVER-LIVING POET WISHETH THE WELL-WISHING ADVENTURER IN SETTING FORTH. T.T. SHAKESPEARES, SONNETS....

Table of Contents: 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase, 3 -- 2: When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow, 4 -- 3: Looke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest, 5 -- 4: Vnthrifty louelinesse why dost thou spend, 6 -- 5: Those howers that with gentle worke did frame, 7 -- 6: Then let not winters wragged hand deface, 8 -- 7: Loe in the Orient when the gracious light, 9 -- 8: Musick to heare, why hear?st thou musick sadly, 10 -- 9: Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye, 11 -- 10: For shame deny that thou bear?st loue to any, 12 -- 11: As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow?st, 13 -- 12: When I doe count the clock that tels the time, 14 -- 13: O that you were your selfe, but loue you are, 15 -- 14: Not from the stars do I my iudgement plucke, 16 -- 15: When I consider euery thing that growes, 17 -- 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier waie, 18 -- 17: Who will beleeue my verse in time to come, 19 -- 18: Shall I compare thee to a Summers day?, 20 -- 19: Deuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes, 21 -- 20: A womans face with natures owne hand painted, 22 -- 21: So is it not with me as with that Muse, 23 -- 22: My gl...

The Mystery of Edwin Drood is the final novel by Charles Dickens. The novel was left unfinished at the time of Dickens' death, and readers have often speculated what the ending might have been. The novel is named after Edwin Drood, but it mostly tells the story of his uncle, a Jekyll-and-Hyde-esque choirmaster named John Jasper, who is in love with his pupil, Rosa Bud. Miss Bud is Drood's fiancée, and has caught the eye of the high-spirited and hot-tempered Neville Landless, who comes from Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) with his twin sister, Helena, and immediately makes an enemy of Drood. It is hinted strongly that Jasper is the murderer, but it is not known whether Dickens had a surprise in mind. (Summary from Wikipedia)...

Mystery

Excerpt: My Dear Charles, It is the fate of sequels to disappoint those who have waited for them; and my David, having been left to kick his heels for more than a lustre in the British Linen Company?s office, must expect his late re-appearance to be greeted with hoots, if not with missiles. Yet, when I remember the days of our explorations, I am not without hope. There should be left in our native city some seed of the elect; some long legged, hot-headed youth must repeat to-day our dreams and wanderings of so many years ago; he will relish the pleasure, which should have been ours, to follow among named streets and numbered houses the country walks of David Balfour, to identify Dean, and Silvermills, and Broughton, and Hope Park, and Pilrig, and poor old Lochend -- if it still be standing, and the Figgate Whins -- if there be any of them left; or to push (on a long holiday) so far afield as Gillane or the Bass. So, perhaps, his eye shall be opened to behold the series of the generations, and he shall weigh with surprise his momentous and nugatory gift of life....

A young red-head plots to kidnap her irritating cousin with the help of a former boxer, her uncle, and a rogue who has his eye on her. Things don't work out exactly as planned, as criminals, detectives and cases of mistaken identity all get in the way. (Summary by Carrie Bradfield)...

Fiction

When French equestrian Claire Delacroix loses her fiance in a tragic accident, she comes to live at the Paris Opera during its 1890s heyday. Whilst working at the opera, she meets a mysterious, masked stranger: Erik. Is it possible that the two of them will heal the pain of each other's past? Buy the the paper back at Turner Maxwell Books ...

A further collection of the author's original poetry.

Then With The Dead Two Mirror of Light World Does Not Wait All Mountain, No Eye Thesis What We Do Little Love Song Hazel The Gate Wait Bark Icon Not To By Now Night-Song On Judgement Day Mind Pass Fire Passing Alone Exchange OK I See At the End of the Night Transmute Bone, Ash, Gold Going Through Light Fate Love in the Mind Make. Do. With Truth The Whole Thing Return They Go Earth Write the Poem Temple Mind Real Phases Image No Self Work Eye Let Go After Orpheus You Ask When We Are Dead No Confession Your Dress On Either Side The Passage of Time Mythopoeic Enna Holly-Leaf Little Song Index of First Lines...

André Breton's First Surrealist Manifesto of 1924 in a new translation.

Preface Secrets of the Magical Surrealist Art - Written surrealist composition, or first and last draft - How not to be bored in company - How to make speeches - How to write false novels - How to catch the eye of a woman you pass in the street - Against death...

Armed with little more than a sardonic sense of humour and a 9mm Browning, Florida news reporter turned private eye Rex Fowler and on-again off-again love interest police officer Lara Travis set off in search of dead conmen, crooked cops and buried treasure....

The story Vrishabhathinte Kannu is about an accident in which a four year old boy gets killed together with his paternal uncle. The story centers around the sub-tenant of one of the flats in the building, who was so friendly with the child. He is moved by the incident, and decides to go to the hospital to see the child. It is the traumatic experience of this man the story is about. ...

Behind him was the security guard of the morgue, and still farther behind in the dark cold room were the cold bodies wrapped up in white linen. He remembered what Hiren Mehta had said, and what Mehta’s son had said. Beyond the eyes of the evil planets, fatalist beliefs, and lives predetermined in a four dimensional field of the world, he saw the indefinable, and unforeseeable, but definite death. Back in the building he was climbing the staircase, and when he reached the second floor he saw Aditya’s house still locked. On the latch of the door was kept a packet of flowers. He wondered where have they all gone. They might have gone to her husband’s home. They might come only after a few days. The flowers will remain there until they come back. After all, what is the relation between flowers and death? (Vrishabhathinte Kannu)...

Stories: Meghangal Panjikkettukalpole Vrishabhathinte Kannu Komali Roopam Nashtappetta Mrigangal Bheeru Oru Nashtakkari Ayalkkari

Dear Lover—a poetry collection about hope and heartbreak, about love in its short, long, and temporary forms, about how love can be cloaked in abuse, how love can build us or break us, the hard and soft of it, the good, the bad, and the completely atrocious. The collection is a poetic story of different relationships which are organized into the stages of a relationship; that initial attraction, the circling dance around each other, the honey-moon stage, the souring, the fighting, the breaking up, and the recovering. This work is deeply personal, but relatable all the same. Autobiographical at its core, it aims for love's failures and triumphs, its disappointments and celebrations, the bad, the good, and the downright ugly. It is a poetry collection that reaches for the hearts of anyone who has ever fallen in love, thought of falling in love, fallen out of love, or is in love with the idea of love. Written in letter format, the collection includes a few sonnets, a couple villanelles, and a pantoum among the formal verse poetry, but mostly it is an experimentation with prose poetry and free verse that hardly seems free at times...

Dear Lover, If you are empty I am open a lock is nothing without a key to close it, a saucer needs tea like sugar needs a spoon a model does not both pose and paint think of dissolving sugar, sweetened teas Matcha whisks and sheltering saucers ceramic teapots and crochet coasters a heat that creeps from tea to saucer a warmth spread by a sweetening spoon what is a journey without someone who wanders if sometimes a pair is made of two...

Search & Discovery Something About Sleeping Sweet Something(s) Appearances Musing(s) Fear Shame Casual Happenings Promises, Promises Taking Advantage Suffering Compromise and Comparison Apology Penance Recovery The End ...

The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth collects the entirety of Wordsworth's verse, presenting it more or less chronologically and, as carefully as possible, the way was intended to be heard by the author, complete with the variety of word emphases that have been either represented by scare quotes or italics....

“The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.”...

Fantômas is the first of 32 novels penned from 1911 to 1913 by Marcel Allain and Pierre Souvestre. The title character is a ruthless thief and killer, a bloodthirsty successor to LeBlanc's Arsène Lupin. The first five novels were made into silent film serials. The character and the movies caught the eye of the French Surrealists who admired the primal violence of Fantômas, as well as his portrayal in the films, which are considered landmarks in French Cinema. In Fantômas , the Marquise de Langrune is savagely murdered and Inspector Juve, who is obsessed with capturing Fantômas, arrives to solve the murder. (Summary by Alan Winterrowd)...

Mystery, Adventure

The Throg task force struck the Terran survey camp a few minutes after dawn, without warning, and with a deadly precision which argued that the aliens had fully reconnoitered and prepared that attack. Eye-searing lances of energy lashed back and forth across the base with methodical accuracy. And a single cowering witness, flattened on a ledge in the heights above, knew that when the last of those yellow-red bolts fell, nothing human would be left alive down there. And so Shann Lantee, most menial of the Terrans attached to the camp on the planet Warlock, was left alone and weaponless in the strange, hostile world, the human prey of the aliens from space and the aliens on the ground alike. (Introduction by from the Gutenberg text)...

Adventure, Fantasy, Fiction, Science fiction

Far From The Madding Crowd is Hardys fourth novel.It centres on the lives of five characters,Gabriel Oak,Bathsheba Everdene,Mr Boldwood,Sgt.Troy and Fanny Robin.The plot involves love,loyalty,death and betrayal and all this is delivered to us in Hardys most eloquent prose.The images of character and nature are painted for our minds eye with sublime style.Finally,but not least, Hardys use of the Greek chorus is unsurpassed in injecting comedy and nudging the story along(Summary by Tadhg Hynes)...

Literature

Excerpt: THE GOOD-MORROW; I WONDER by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov?d? were we not wean?d till then? But suck?d on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T?was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir?d, and got, t?was but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, Which watch not one another out of feare; For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one little roome, an every where. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne, Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one. My face is thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die....

Table of Contents: THE GOOD-MORROW, 1 -- SONG, 2 -- WOMANS CONSTANCY, 3 -- THE UNDERTAKING, 4 -- THE SUNNE RISING, 5 -- THE INDIFFERENT, 6 -- LOVES USURY, 7 -- THE CANONIZATION, 8 -- THE TRIPLE FOOLE, 10 -- LOVERS INFINITENESSE, 11 -- SONG, 12 -- THE LEGACIE, 13 -- A FEAVER, 14 -- AIRE AND ANGELLS, 15 -- BREAKE OF DAY, 16 -- THE ANNIVERSARIE, 17 -- A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME, IN THE WINDOW, 18 -- TWICKNAM GARDEN, 20 -- A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE, 21 -- COMMUNITIE, 23 -- LOVES GROWTH, 24 -- LOVES EXCHANGE, 25 -- CONFINED LOVE, 27 -- THE DREAME, 28 -- A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING, 29 -- LOVES ALCHYMIE, 30 -- THE FLEA, 31 -- THE CURSE, 32 -- THE MESSAGE, 33 -- A NOCTURNALL UPON S. LUCIES DAY, 34 -- WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE, 36 -- THE BAITE, 37 -- THE APPARITION, 38 -- THE BROKEN HEART, 39 -- A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING, 40 -- THE EXTASIE, 41 -- LOVES DEITIE, 43 -- LOVES DIET, 44 -- THE WILL, 45 -- THE FUNERALL, 47 -- THE BLOSSOME, 48 -- THE PRIMROSE, 49 -- THE RELIQUE, 50...

Named a prophet of British imperialism by the young George Orwell, and born in Bombay, India, Rudyard Kipling had perhaps the clearest contemporary eye of any who described the British Raj. According to critic Douglas Kerr: He is still an author who can inspire passionate disagreement and his place in literary and cultural history is far from settled. But as the age of the European empires recedes, he is recognised as an incomparable, if controversial, interpreter of how empire was experienced. That, and an increasing recognition of his extraordinary narrative gifts, make him a force to be reckoned with. This force shines in THE PLAIN TALES FROM THE HILLS. -- MH . (Introduction by Mike Harris)...

Preface: A Chancery judge once had the kindness to inform me, as one of a company of some hundred and fifty men and women not laboring under any suspicions of lunacy, that the Court of Chancery, though the shining subject of much popular prejudice (at which point I thought the judge?s eye had a cast in my direction), was almost immaculate. There had been, he admitted, a trivial blemish or so in its rate of progress, but this was exaggerated and had been entirely owing to the ?parsimony of the public,? which guilty public, it appeared, had been until lately bent in the most determined manner on by no means enlarging the number of Chancery judges appointed--I believe by Richard the Second, but any other king will do as well....

I was one hundred miles from Nowhere—and I mean that literally—when I spotted this girl out of the corner of my eye. I'd been keeping an extra lookout because I still expected the other undead bugger left over from the murder party at Nowhere to be stalking me. In a Post apocalyptic world, the few people left must be strong. And must not hesitate to kill. Of course, killing another Deathlander was one of the chief pleasures and urges of all the solitary wanders in this vast wasteland. Kill and kill again. But this other was a girl and that brought up the second great urge: sex. Which was it to be today? Perhaps both? And who would walk away afterward?(Summary by Phil Chenevert)...

Science fiction

Excerpt: At Paris there are almost always two separate parties going on at every ball and rout. First, an official party, composed of the persons invited, a fashionable and much-bored circle. Each one grimaces for his neighbor?s eye; most of the younger women are there for one person only; when each woman has assured herself that for that one she is the handsomest woman in the room, and that the opinion is perhaps shared by a few others, a few insignificant phrases are exchanged, as: ?Do you think of going away soon to La Crampade?? ?How well Madame de Portenduere sang!? ?Who is that little woman with such a load of diamonds?? Or, after firing off some smart epigrams, which give transient pleasure, and leave wounds that rankle long, the groups thin out, the mere lookers on go away, and the waxlights burn down to the sconces....