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Hay muchas maneras de decir adiós, hay instantes únicos en los que la ficción y la memoria se hibridan y enraízan en una misma página para exhibir la red de una despedida. De este umbral doloroso germinan las historias encadenadas con las que Clara Obligado nos acerca a tres mujeres y sus profundas pérdidas, a los diversos espacios y tiempos en que les tocó vivir.

Detengámonos en la «avidez», la nuestra y la de otros. La de todos. El deseo, la ansiedad, la ambición, la codicia. Lina Meruane nos expone a los sentidos materiales y metafóricos de esta palabra a través de una multitud de madres e hijas insaciables, de hermanas incisivas, de amigas y amantes afiladas así como de hombres salvajes y animales cuya hambre alimenta el amor y el odio, la miseria y el castigo, el resentimiento, el perdón. Un universo obsesivo por el que discurren objetos que cobran vida, cuerpos que la pierden, que se mutilan y se desgajan.

Конотопська відьма Григорія Квітки-Основ'яненка — гумористично-сатирична повість, у якій висміюється неосвічена частина козацької верхівки. Замість того, аби займатися важливими справами, вони гають час на інтриги, на вишукування відьми. Сюжетна динаміка, промовисті прізвища роблять твір насиченим, смішним — і цікавим для читання.

"The Most Dangerous Game" wird auch als die "beliebteste Kurzgeschichte, die jemals auf Englisch geschrieben wurde" bezeichnet. Das Buch ist inspiriert von den Großwild-Jagdsafaris in Afrika und Südamerika, die in den 1920er-Jahren unter wohlhabenden Amerikanern besonders in Mode waren. Die Geschichte wurde mehrfach adaptiert und auf die Kinoleinwand gebracht. Der Großwildjäger Sanger Rainsford und sein Freund Whitney reisen für eine Jaguarjagd in den Amazonas-Regenwald.

Pierre Bellemare trouve dans les récits du XIXe, publiés pour bon nombre d'entre eux dans les revues et les journaux de l'époque, l'occasion de nous faire réentendre une voix qu'on associe volontiers à l'esprit de la narration populaire.

Conspiracy thrillers don’t come any bigger or better than THE KEY – from the author of the bestselling thriller debut of 2011, SANCTUS: ‘Plenty of action, plenty of intrigue and wonderfully imaginative. The sort of novel to devour in one sitting' Kate Mosse. Hounded. Haunted. Hunted. She...

"Histórias de Alexandre" é um clássico de Graciliano Ramos. Ainda que independentes, seus contos trazem personagens comuns: Cesária, Firmino, Das Dores e outros... mas principalmente seu narrador: Alexandre. Nas palavras de Graciliano: "um homem cheio de conversas, meio caçador e meio vaqueiro, alto, magro, já velho, chamado Alexandre".

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. When El Borak agrees to guide an English adventurer into the savage mountains of Afghanistan, he expects danger–but not betrayal. Pembroke is hunting a lost city, and his greed soon leads them both into the shadow of Yolgan, a hidden stronghold where...

Von Kempelen and his Discovery (1849). First published in The Flag of Our Union, April 14, 1849. Created as a hoax during the California Gold Rush. After the very minute and elaborate paper by Arago, to say nothing of the summary in 'Silliman's Journal,' with the detailed statement just published by Lieutenant Maury, it will not be supposed, of course, that in offering a few hurried remarks in reference to Von Kempelen's discovery, I have any design to look at the subject in a scientific point of view.

The Duel of Dr. Hirsch is a short story by Gilbert Keith Chesterton: M. Maurice Brun and M. Armand Armagnac were crossing the sunlit Champs Élysées with a kind of vivacious respectability. They were both short, brisk and bold. They both had black beards that did not seem to belong to their faces, after the strange French fashion which makes real hair look like artificial. They were both young. They were both atheists, with a depressing fixity of outlook but great mobility of exposition.

The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent. - “Listen to me,” said the Demon, as he placed his hand upon my head. “The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by the borders of the river Zäire. And there is no quiet there, nor silence.

"Eleonora" is a short story by American writer Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1842 in Philadelphia in the literary annual The Gift. It is often regarded as somewhat autobiographical and has a relatively "happy" ending. The story follows an unnamed narrator who lives with his cousin and aunt in "The Valley of the Many-Colored Grass", an idyllic paradise full of fragrant flowers, fantastic trees, and a "River of Silence". It remains untrodden by the footsteps of strangers and so they live isolated but happy.

"La musique," says Marmontel, with the same odd confusion of thought and language which leads him to give his very equivocal narratives the title of "Contes Moraux" — "la musique est le seul des talens qui jouissent de lui même; tous les autres veulent des temoins." He here confounds the pleasure derivable from sweet sounds with the capacity for creating them.

"The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether" is a dark comedy short story by the American author Edgar Allan Poe. First published in Graham's Magazine in November 1845, the story centers on a naïve and unnamed narrator's visit to a mental asylum in the southern provinces of France. The story follows an unnamed narrator who visits a mental institution in southern France (more accurately, a "Maison de Santé") known for a revolutionary new method of treating mental illnesses called the "system of soothing".

As it is well known that the "wise men" came "from the East," and as Mr. Touch-and-go Bullet-head came from the East, it follows that Mr. Bullet-head was a wise man; and if collateral proof of the matter be needed, here we have it — Mr. B. was an editor. Irascibility was his sole foible; for in fact the obstinacy of which men accused him was anything but his foible, since he justly considered it his forte. It was his strong point — his virtue; and it would have required all the logic of a Brownson to convince him that it was "anything else.

"The Devil in the Belfry" is a satirical short story by Edgar Allan Poe. It was first published in 1839. In an isolated town called Vondervotteimittiss (wonder-what-time-it-is), the punctilious inhabitants seem to be concerned with nothing but clocks and cabbage. This methodical, boring and quiet little borough is devastated by the arrival of a devilish figure playing a big fiddle who comes straight down from a hill, goes into the bell tower, brutally attacks the belfry-man and rings thirteen o'clock, to the horror of the town's inhabitants.

Let me introduce you to Signora Psyche Zenobia. An adopted name of course, but for someone so flamboyant, appropriate. The good signora has aspirations. She would like to be a writer. At present she is the corresponding secretary to an interesting group of notables in Philadelphia which goes by a lengthy name with the initials of P.R.E.T.T.Y. B.L.U.E. B.A.T.C.H.! But how to get published? She travels to Edinburgh to meet with the esteemed proprietor and editor of 'Blackwood Magazine.' A real publication of the 1830s.

There are few safer places in literature than the world of P. G. Wodehouse — unless, of course, Bertie Wooster has decided to solve somebody's problem personally. Carry On, Jeeves gathers some of the most sparkling adventures from the immortal partnership of Bertie and Jeeves: a universe of country houses, impossible engagements, terrifying aunts, and social disasters unfolding with impeccable elegance. Here, good intentions routinely become catastrophes, friendships are tested by alarming schemes, and even an ordinary afternoon may spiral into comic ruin.

The Colloquy Of Monos And Una: Una. "Born again?" Monos. Yes, fairest and best beloved Una, "born again." These were the words upon whose mystical meaning I had so long pondered, rejecting the explanations of the priesthood, until Death himself resolved for me the secret. Una. Death! Monos. How strangely, sweet Una, you echo my words! I observe, too, a vacillation in your step — a joyous inquietude in your eyes. You are confused and oppressed by the majestic novelty of the Life Eternal. Yes, it was of Death I spoke.

It’s on my wisiting cards sure enough (and it’s them that’s all o’ pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases may behould the intheristhing words, “Sir Pathrick O’Grandison, Barronitt, 39 Southampton Row, Russell Square, Parrish o’ Bloomsbury.” And shud ye be wantin to diskiver who is the pink of purliteness quite, and the laider of the hot tun in the houl city o’London — why it’s jist meself.