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LONDRA, 2019. Maxim Trevelyan este atrăgător, bogat È™i cu relaÅ£ii în lumea aristocraÅ£iei. N-a trebuit să muncească niciodată È™i rareori i s-a întâmplat să doarmă singur. Toate astea se schimbă când, în urma unei tragedii, Maxim moÈ™teneÈ™te nu doar titlul nobiliar È™i averea familiei, ci È™i o mare responsabilitate — pentru care nu este deloc pregătit. Dar provocarea cea mai mare este să lupte cu atracÅ£ia nebănuită pentru o tânără enigmatică abia ajunsă în Anglia, singura ei posesiune fiind un trecut tulbure È™i periculos. Maxim descoperă treptat că fata îi inspiră o iubire cum n-a mai simÅ£it vreodată. Dar poate el s-o protejeze de primejdia care o ameninÅ...
These images, which reached a broad and socially varied audience across Western Europe, appeared in virtually all artistic media, including illuminated manuscripts, stained glass, sculpture, metalwork, and tapestry.".
Not since Stendhal's On Love has a book celebrated the love of women with the unfettered honesty of Alberto Bevilacqua's Eros. Half Memoir and half novel, without apology or embarrassment, Eros explores the forms and meaning of physical passion in a man's life.
Venice, 1604. When rumours of a rare and priceless diamond begin to circulate amongst the gamblers and courtesans of the Venetian demi-monde, the Levant Company merchant Paul Pindar becomes convinced that the jewel is linked to the fate of his former love, Celia Lamprey. As his obsession with the mysterious stone grows it becomes clear that there are other, more sinister forces at play. Is the diamond real, or is it just a trick to lure him to his ruin?
Constantinople, 1599. Paul Pindar, a secretary to the English ambassador, thinks he has lost his love, Celia, in a shipwreck. Now, two years later, clues begin to emerge that she may be hidden among the ranks of the slaves in the Sultan's harem. But how can he be sure? And can they be reunited? With a secret rebellion rising within the Sultan's palace, danger surrounds the lovers. A lush, ancient tale of treacherous secrets, forbidden love, and murder in the Ottoman palace,The Aviary Gate is exotic historical fiction at its very best.
Our personalities and our identities are intimately bound up with the stories that we tell to organize and to make sense of our lives. To understand the human meaning of illness, we therefore must turn to the stories we tell about illness, suffering, and medical care. Stories of Sickness explores the many dimensions of what illness means to the sufferers and to those around them, drawing on depictions of illness in great works of literature and in nonfiction accounts. The exploration is primarily philosophical but incorporates approaches from literature and from the medical social sciences. When it was first published in 1987, Stories of Sickness helped to inaugurate a renewed interest in th...
It was a mistake for Ben to tell the Hunter that there were still wolves in Surrey. For the Hunter was a fanatic, always on the lookout for unusual prey. Driven by an ambition to wipe out the last English wolves, the Hunter set out on a savage quest. But what happens when the Hunter becomes the hunted?
This is a startling window into the education of American doctors in the late 19th and early 20th centuries-on both a visceral level and for its revealing cultural record. Cringe-worthy shots of medical students-bare-handed gentlemen and a few ladies in street clothes show off their scalpels, saws and textbooks-while their cadavers, mostly poor and black, are awkwardly posed, and exposed. In one stunning shot, a black woman looks out from behind the young students. "What are we to make of an African-American woman, standing, broom handle in hand, behind the dissection table, her gaze fixed on the camera?" the authors ask. More importantly, they conclude, the photo is now drawn "out of the sh...
If I'd known right then that this was the kid who would grow up to break my heart beyond repair, maybe I would've stayed upstairs on the phone with Tess. Maybe I would've gone to bed early. But instead I shrugged and said something really genius like 'Um, whatever'. And proceeded to fall totally, madly, crazy in love.
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