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"Jericho" by T.K. Eldridge is a gripping and intense thriller novel that follows the story of a young woman named Jericho Sands. After experiencing a traumatic event in her past, Jericho has been living her life on the run, hiding from her abuser and struggling to make a new life for herself. When her past catches up with her, Jericho must confront her fears and fight for her survival. Eldridge's writing is immersive and powerful, drawing readers into Jericho's world and keeping them
"Pride and Prejudice" is a classic novel written by Jane Austen, first published in 1813. The story is set in the early 19th century in England and follows the life of Elizabeth Bennet, a witty and independent young woman, and her relationship with the wealthy and proud Mr. Darcy. The novel explores themes of love, marriage, social status, and class, as the characters navigate the challenges of society's expectations and prejudices. The novel is renowned for its sharp wit, vivid
me come in."To which the Pig answered, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin." "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" said the Wolf. So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little Pig. The second Pig met a Man with a bundle of furze, and said, "Please, Man, give me that furze to build a house"; which the Man did, and the Pig built his house. Then along came the Wolf and said, "Little Pig, little
d with a voice of wondrous sweetness: "Pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you."Cristobal repeated the words, a soft light stealing over his face. "I will remember," he said, looking up to meet the pleading eyes of the Child: but, lo! the whole face had melted into the aureola; nothing was left but light. Yet Cristobal was filled with a new joy; and, as he opened his eyes, his dream--if dream it were--changed, becoming as sweet and solemn as a prayer. It
Griselda wondered, if this were so, how it was that Miss Grizzel took such liberties with them herself, but she said nothing. "Here is my last summer's pot-pourri," continued Miss Grizzel, touching a great china jar on a little stand, close beside the cabinet. "You may smell it, my dear." Nothing loth, Griselda buried her round little nose in the fragrant leaves. "It's lovely," she said. "May I smell it whenever I like, Aunt Grizzel?" "We shall
