Bøger af Robert William Chambers

"The bullet entered here," said Max Fortin, and he placed his middle finger over a smooth hole exactly in the centre of the forehead. I sat down upon a mound of dry seaweed and unslung my fowling piece. The little chemist cautiously felt the edges of the shot-hole, first with his middle finger, then with his thumb. "Let me see the skull again," said I. Max Fortin picked it up from the sod. "It's like all the others," he observed. I nodded, without offering to take it from him. After a moment he thoughtfully replaced it upon the grass at my feet. "It's like all the others," he repeated, wiping his glasses on his handkerchief. "I thought you might care to see one of the skulls, so I brought this over from the gravel pit. The men from Bannalec are digging yet. They ought to stop." "How many skulls are there altogether?" I inquired.

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"Arm yourselves and be Valiant Men, and see that ye rise up in readiness against the Dawn, that ye may do Battle with These that are Assembled against us... . "For it is better to die in Battle than live to behold the Calamities of our own People... ." "Lord, we took not the Land into Possession by our own Swords; neither was it our own Hands that helped us; but Thy Hand was a Buckler; and Thy right Arm a Shield, and the Light of Thy Countenance hath conquered forever."

Robert William Chambers (May 26, 1865 - December 16, 1933) was an American artist and writer. He was born in Brooklyn, New York, to William P. Chambers (1827 - 1911), a famous lawyer, and Caroline Chambers (née Boughton), a direct descendant of Roger Williams, the founder of Providence, Rhode Island. Robert's brother was Walter Boughton Chambers, the world famous architect.

The Mystery of Choice is a collection of short stories by Robert W. Chambers, author of The King In Yellow and The Maker of Moons. Published by D. Appleton, New York, in 1897. Distinguished by an atmospheric use of natural scenery, the stories are mostly set in Breton in France. The macabre and eerie feature throughout. The last story was later incorporated into the episodic novel In Search of the Unknown. The first edition omitted the title of "The Key to Grief" in its contents list. The Purple Emperor Pompe Funebre The Messenger The White Shadow Passeur The Key to Grief A Matter of Interest Envoy (a poem)

There was a long, brisk, decisive ring at the door. He continued working. After an interval the bell rang again, briefly, as though the light touch on the electric button had lost its assurance. "Somebody's confidence has departed," he thought to himself, busy with a lead-weighted string and a stick of soft charcoal wrapped in silver foil. For a few moments he continued working, not inclined to trouble himself to answer the door, but the hesitating timidity of a third appeal amused him, and he walked out into the hallway and opened the door. In the dim light a departing figure turned from the stairway: "Do you wish a model?" she asked in an unsteady voice. "No," he said, vexed. "Then-I beg your pardon for disturbing you-" "Who gave you my name?" he demanded. "Why-nobody-" "Who sent you to me? Didn't anybody send you?" "No." "But how did you get in?" "I-walked in.

A pastor's daughter is inadvertently involved the heist of the famous Dark Star gem. Is there a prince who can save her from ruin and recover the stone? Robert William Chambers (May 26, 1865 - December 16, 1933) was an American artist and writer. He was born in Brooklyn, New York, to William P. Chambers (1827 - 1911), a famous lawyer, and Caroline Chambers (nee Boughton), a direct descendant of Roger Williams, the founder of Providence, Rhode Island. Robert's brother was Walter Boughton Chambers, the world famous architect."

Toward the end of the year 1920 the Government of the United States had practically completed the programme, adopted during the last months of President Winthrop's administration. The country was apparently tranquil. Everybody knows how the Tariff and Labour questions were settled. The war with Germany, incident on that country's seizure of the Samoan Islands, had left no visible scars upon the republic, and the temporary occupation of Norfolk by the invading army had been forgotten in the joy over repeated naval victories, and the subsequent ridiculous plight of General Von Gartenlaube's forces in the State of New Jersey. The Cuban and Hawaiian investments had paid one hundred per cent and the territory of Samoa was well worth its cost as a coaling station. The country was in a superb state of defence. Every coast city had been well supplied with land fortifications; the army under the parental eye of the General Staff, organized according to the Prussian system, had been increased to 300,000 men, with a territorial reserve of a million; and six magnificent squadrons of cruisers and battle-ships patrolled the six stations of the navigable seas, leaving a steam reserve amply fitted to control home waters.

To the literary, literal, and scientific mind purposeless fiction is abhorrent. Fortunately we all are literally and scientifically inclined; the doom of purposeless fiction is sounded; and it is a great comfort to believe that, in the near future, only literary and scientific works suitable for man, woman, child, and suffragette, are to adorn the lingerie-laden counters in our great department shops.

All day Sunday they had raised the devil from attic to cellar; Mrs. Farren was in tears, Howker desperate. Not one out of the fifteen servants considered necessary to embellish the Seagrave establishment could do anything with them after Kathleen Severn's sudden departure the week before. When the telegram announcing her mother's sudden illness summoned young Mrs. Severn to Staten Island, every servant in the household understood that serious trouble was impending for them. Day by day the children became more unruly; Sunday they were demons; and Mrs. Farren shuddered to think what Monday might bring forth. The day began ominously at breakfast with general target practice, ammunition consisting of projectiles pinched from the interior of hot muffins. Later, when Mrs.

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The story takes place on the Franco-Swiss frontier during the war. An incredible story, full of suspense and mystery. One of the protagonists is the beautiful and brilliant heroine, Miss Erith. "Toward the last of May a handsome young man wearing a smile and the uniform of an American Intelligence Officer arrived at Delle, a French village on the Franco-Swiss frontier. His credentials being satisfactory he was directed by the Major of Alpinists commanding the place to a small stucco house on the main street. Here he inquired for a gentleman named Number Seventy. The gentleman's other name was John Recklow, and he received the Intelligence Officer, locked the door, and seated himself behind his desk with his back to the sunlit window, and one drawer of his desk partly open. Credentials being requested, and the request complied with accompanied by a dazzling smile, there ensued a silent interval of some length during which the young man wearing the uniform of an American Intelligence Officer was not at all certain whether Recklow was examining him or the papers of identification"

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"Modlę się, by Bóg przeklął autora, który na świat cały rzucił klątwę swym dziełem niezwykłej urody i znakomitości, strasznym w swej prostocie, nieodpartym w swej prawdziwości - rzucił klątwę na świat, który drży teraz przed Królem w Żółci". Rok 1920. Na całym świecie, jak zaraza, rozprzestrzenia się znajomość osobliwej książki. Jej hipnotyzująca treść przyciąga kolejnych nieszczęśników i doprowadza ich do... przemiany. Kolejne nowele zbioru prezentują bohaterów, którzy pod wpływem przebiegłego utworu zaczynają pogrążać się w świecie fantazji, urojeń i podejrzeń. Mistrzowskie studium psychozy, w którym emocje sięgają zenitu. Główny motyw zbioru został zapożyczony i rozwinięty przez Lovecrafta. Pewne wątki literackiego horroru zostały wykorzystane przez twórców serialu „True Detective".Lektura obowiązkowa dla miłośników Lovecrafta i Poe.Robert W. Chambers (1865-1933) - amerykański pisarz, niezwykle popularny na początku XX wieku, głównie za sprawą cyklu opowieści grozy „Król w Żółci”. Autor konceptu polegającego na połączeniu poszczególnych historii motywem tajemniczej księgi, zastosowanego później przez H.P. Lovecrafta w „Necronomiconie". Choć współcześnie pisarz ten jest już nieco zapomniany, to nawiązania do jego tekstów wciąż zasilają popkulturę, czego dowodem jest np. serial „True Detective".

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