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GOSPODAR OLUJE - Tanit Li
Poznata kao pisac naučne fantastike u ovom romanu se predstavlja kao pisac naučne fantazije tzv. "science fantasy". Knjiga je glamurozno obrađena, ima nekih 350 strana...dosta za čitanje.
Dorthar was an empire divided, a land ot master race
and slave people, a realm where gods and goddesses
woke to walk the land, carving pathways of terrifying
destruction. Into this world poised precariously on
the brink of doom, Kaldnor was born.
Kaldnor, illegitimate son of the Storm Lord,
tyrannical ruler of the land, and Ashne'e, priestess of
the goddess Anackire. Kaldnor, child, of power raised
secretly among those enslaved by the Storm Lord's
conquest, trained in the arts of weaponry and the
ways of power. Kaldnor, who, seeking his lost
heritage, would change the very fate ol empires, as
his thirst for vengeance fueled a war that would set
the world ablaze!
THE STORM LORD
Be sure to read ANACKIRE and THE WHITE SERPENT,
the second and third novels in this magnificent DAW
trilogy of a world beset by warfare and sorcery.
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Druga od tri knjige Tanit Li, tipična naučna fantazija u nastavcima.
THE POWER OF FIRE WAS HERS TO COMMAND
but in a world where empires poised on the brink of
all-consuming war could even a goddess like
Anachire halt the doom which threatened her
followers? Tor the long-vanished hero Raldnor had
left his heirs the legacy of a disrupted land, a land
which could easily fall prey to intrigues and betrayals
from within the royal court—or to invaders sworn
to conquer either by treacherous diplomacy
or by sheer force of arms.
And as lords and warriors armed for conflict, the
gods and goddesses themselves prepared to turn
their power loose on this world bent on its own
destruction...
ANACKIRE
Be sure to read THE STORM LORD and THE WHITE
SERPENT, the first and third novels in this
magnificent DAW trilogy of a world beset by warfare
and sorcery.
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THE WHITE WITCH
She is Aztira, one of the magical Amanackire race,
a pure white albino with powers both mysterious
and terrifying. She can grant life and defy death,
enchant men—or destroy them!
AND THE WARRIOR—
He is Rehger. Sold into slavery at the age of four, he
will become one of the finest warriors and!
charioteers in the land. Yet all his prowess with arms
will not save him from the spell of the White Witch,
a dangerous bewitchment that will lead him to challenge
the mightiest of mortals and immortals.. and to embark
on a fearsome quest in search of the legendary city
that is home to the Amanackire.
THE WHITE SERPENT
"An absorbing and powerfully written story."
Saturday Review Syndicate
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"Kad zelena zvezda zove"
Dve knjige u nastavcima Lina Kartera, druga je "Ispod zelene zvezde"
UNKNOWN WORLD FOR CONQUEST!
To him, his native Earth was a prison of the mind
and body. For him, only the lure of the wonder
world that revolved in the rays of the nameless
green star was worth the struggle to live. And
finally the call came....
But awaiting him there was only the body of a primitive
youth, while the city of his beloved princess
was far away. And once revived, he found himself
the puppet of a half-mad experimenter in immortality
and the companion of the last living monster of a race
that had once been ruler of that world.
Lin Carter, master of fantasy,
has produced another marvelous novel
in the Burroughs-Merritt tradition
to stand alongside his UNDER THE GREEN STAR.
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Izgubljeni na Veneri
Edgar Rajs Barouz, pisac nama poznatih romana o Tarzanu, napisao je takođe dosta knjiga iz oblasti naučne fantastike. Imamo seriju od njegove četiri knjige "Karson sa Venere", na engleskom jeziku u nastavcima.
Lost on Venus !!!
Hopeless love for the daughter of a Venusian Emperor
leads Carson Napier into trackless wastes where strange
and terrible beasts attack him.
At last he reaches the perfect city where science,
justice and intelligence rule supreme. But across the
broad river looms the dark, forbidding mass of Kormor,
the city of the living dead. Here the monster king injects
corpses with artificial life and they live as slaves to do
his bidding.
All who are thrilled by the author’s descriptions of high
adventure, his imaginative interplanetary stories,
will find here all the ingredients which spell
Edgar Rice Burroughs at his best.
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Brajan Aldis
Osam priča najpopularnijeg pisca naučne fantastike u Velikoj Britaniji.
"O MOON OF MY DELIGHT!"
MURRAGH lay on the ground to await consummation. It was now less than five minutes away and it would fall from the air.
The alarms had sounded near and distant. Their echoes had died from the high hills of Region Six. Stretched full length on the edge of a grassy cliff, Murragh Harrison adjusted the plugs in his ears and laid his fume-mask ready by his side.
Everything calm and silent now. The whole world silent. And in him: a growing tension, as strange and ever-delightful as the tensions of love.
He raised his binoculars to his eyes and peered into the valley, where lay the Flange, that wide and forbidden highway down which the starships blazed. Even from his elevation, he could hardly discern the other side of the Flange; it ran East-West right round the equator of Tandy Two, unbroken and unalterable, an undeviating—he'd forgotten the figure—ten, was it, or twelve, or fifteen miles wide. In the sunlight, the innumerable facets of the Flange glittered and moved.
His glasses picked out the mountains on the south side of the Flange. Black and white they were, picked as clear as a dead man's ribs under the abrasion of total vacuum.
'I must bring Fay here before she goes back to Earth,' he said aloud. "Wonderful, wonderful. . . .' Assuming a different tone, he said, 'There is terror here on Tandy's equator, terror and sublimity. The most awe-full place in the universe. Where vacuum and atmosphere kiss: and the kiss is a kiss of death! Yes. Remember that. "The kiss is a kiss of death."'
In his little leisure time Murragh was writing—and had been ever since I first met him—a book about Tandy Two as he experienced it. Yet he knew, he told me, he knew that the sentences he formed up there on the hill were too coloured, too big, too false. Under his excitement, more truthful images struggled to be born.
While they struggled, while he lay and wished he had brought Fay with him, the starship came in.
This! This was the moment, the fearsome apocalyptic moment! Unthinking, he dropped his glasses and ducked his
head to the earth, clinging to it in desperate excitement with all his bones from his toes to his skull. Tandy Two lurched.
The F.T.L. ship burst into normal space on automatic con¬trol, invisible and unheard at first. Boring for the world like a metal fist swung at a defenceless heart, it was a gale of force. It was brutality . . . and it skimmed the Flange as gently as lover's cheek brushes lover's cheek.
Yet so mighty was that gentleness, that for an instant a loop of fire was spun completely round Tandy Two. Over the Flange a mirage flickered: a curious elongated blur that only an educated retina could take for the after-image of a Faster Than Light ship chasing to catch up with its object. Then a haze arose, obscuring the Flange. Cerenkov radiations flickered outwards, distorting vision.
The transgravitic screens to the north of the Flange—on Murragh's side of it, and ranged along the valley beneath his perch—buckled but held as they always held. The towering B.G.L. pylons were bathed in amber. Atmosphere and vacuum roared at each other from either side of the invisible screens. But as ever the wafer-thin geogravitics held them apart, held order and chaos separate. A gale swept up the mountain-sides. The sun jerked wildly across the sky. All this happened in one instant. And in the next instant it was deepest night. Murragh dug his hands out of the soft earth and stood up. His chest was soaked with sweat, his trousers were damp. Trembling, he clamped his fume-mask over his face, guard¬ing himself against the toxic gases generated by the F.T.L.'s passage.
Tears still ran down his face as limply he turned to make his way back to the highland farm.
' "Kiss of death, embrace of flame . . ."' he muttered to himself as he climbed aboard his tractor; but still the elusive image he really wanted did not come.
In a north-facing fold of hills lay the farmhouse, burrowed deeply into the granite just in case of accidents. Murragh's headlights washed over it. Its outhouses were terraced below it, covered pen after covered pen, all now full of Farmer Doughty's sheep, locked in as always during entry time; not a single animal could be allowed outside when the F.T.L.s came down.
Everything lay still as Murragh drove up in his tractor.. Even the sheep were silent, crouching mutely under the jack-in-a-box dark. Not a bird flew, not an insect sparked into the headlights............
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Jack London
Morski Vuk
i druge priče
THE SEA-WOLF
chapter 1
I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill Valley, under the shadow of Mount Tamalpais, and never occupied it except when he loafed through the winter months and read Nietzsche and Schopenhauer to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up. to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop over till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have found me afloat on San Francisco Bay.
Not but that I was afloat in a safe craft, for the Mar¬tinez was a new ferry-steamer, making her fourth or fifth trip on the run between Sausalito and San Francisco. The danger lay in the heavy fog which blanketed the bay, and of which, as a landsman, I had little apprehen¬sion. In fact, I remember the placid exaltation with which I took up my position on the forward upper deck, directly beneath the pilothouse, and allowed the mystery of the fog to lay hold of my imagination. A fresh breeze was blowing, and for a time I was alone in the moist obscurity—yet not alone, for I was dimly conscious of the presence of the pilot and of what I took to be the
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SAN LETNJE NOĆI
Viliam Šekspir, klasična engleska književnost
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED
'Who will not change a raven for a dove?'
One of the most magical and uplifting of
Shakespeare's plays, A Midsummer Night's Dream
is a celebration of love and all its joys.
Escaping the Athenian court to marry, Hermia
and Lysander take refuge in a nearby wood. There,
too, are Helena and Demetrius and the King and
Queen of the fairies, Oberon and Titania. Oberon
orchestrates a series of mischievous and magical
tricks by which love is transformed, misplaced,
deceived, revealed and, finally, restored.
This edition of the text includes notes, a glossary and an introduction.
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Conan Doyle
Šerlok Holms
LIGA CRVENOKOSIH
i ostale priče
THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE
'I was staggered, sir. I did not know what to do. Then I called at the offices round, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the ground floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the Red-Headed League. He said that he had never heard of any such body. Then I asked him who Mr Duncan Ross was. He answered that the name was new to him.
' "Well," said I, "the gentleman at No. 4."
' "What, the red-headed man?"
' "Yes."
' "Oh," said he, "his name was William Morris. He was a solicitor, and was using my room as a temporary convenience until his new premises were ready. He moved out yesterday."
' "Where could I find him?"
' "Oh, at his new offices. He did tell me the address. Yes, 17 King Edward Street, near St Paul's."
'I started off, Mr Holmes, but when I got to that address it was a manufactory of artificial knee-caps, and no one in it had ever heard of either Mr William Morris or Mr Duncan Ross.'
'And what did you do then?' asked Holmes.
'I went home to Saxe-Coburg Square, and I took the advice of my assistant. But he could not help me in any way. He could only say that if I waited I should hear by post. But that was not quite good enough, Mr Holmes. I did not wish to lose such a place without a struggle, so, as I had heard that you were good enough to give advice to poor folk who were in need of it, I came right away to you.'
'And you did very wisely,' said Holmes. 'Your case is an exceed¬ingly remarkable one, and I shall be happy to look into it. From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear.'
'Grave enough!' said Mr Jabez Wilson. 'Why, I have lost four pounds a week.'
'As far as you are personally concerned,' remarked Holmes, 'I do not see that you have any grievance against this extraordinary league. On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some thirty pounds, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A. You have lost nothing by them.'
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Conan Doyle
Šerlok Holms
Baskervilski Pas
THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES
COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson had been sharpening their
detective skills deducing the characteristics of the man whose
walking stick is in their possession, when the owner arrives
greatly in need of their help.
Dr James Mortimer tells them that he has discovered the body
of Sir Charles Baskerville in the grounds of his Devon home.
Baskerville's face bore an expression of terror and his body
showed signs of exhaustion, as if he had been fleeing something
- or someone. Mortimer was aware of only one clue as to how
Baskerville met his death: 'the footprints of a gigantic hound'.
Dr Watson is dispatched by Holmes to the desolate moorland
of Devon. He learns about the ancient myth of the Baskerville
hound, and as he uncovers the malevolent fury that lay
behind Baskerville's death, he comes perilously close to
meeting his own ...
An intriguing case for Holmes and Watson, The Hound of the
Baskervilles is also one of Conan Doyle's most gripping and
disturbing novels.
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Ostrvo sa blagom
Ovo je veoma popularna knjiga i može se naći na srpskom prevodu, a onda čitati uporedo. Jezik kojim je pisana knjiga je manje književni, više govorni, svakako korisno...
The Old Sea Dog at the "Admiral Benbow"
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey. and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17—-, and go back to the time when my father kept the "Admiral Benbow" inn, and the brown old seaman, with the saber cut, first took up his lodging under our roof.
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails: and the saber cut across one cheek, a dirty livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterward:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum"
in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a hand-spike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly,
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Mark Twain
Tom Sawyer
Hauckleberry Fin
Tom Sojer i Haklberi Fin popularne knjige iz školske lektire. Verovatno da imate ove knjige na srpskom jeziku. Ove knjige su na engleskom jeziku i idealne su za učenje govornog engleskog jezika, šta više knjiga Avanture Haklberi Fina od Marka Tvena pisana je jezikom tinejdžera pa je dobrodošla učenicima osnovnih i srednjih škola. Knjiga vrvi od američkih žargona takozvanog "slenga".
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Saga o kralju Arturu i vitezovima okruglog stola. Knjiga velikog formata i 860 stranica. Za napredne studente koji su dobro savladali engleski jezik, da ne moraju često posezati za rečnikom.
BEYOND THE MISTS of AVALON
Here is the magical legend of King Arthur
vividly retold through the eyes and lives of the
women who wielded power from behind the throne.
There is the darkly bewitching Morgaine.
half sister to Arthur and a high priestess in
the enchanted land of Avalon. where women rule
as the creators of life and keepers of knowledge.
For Morgaine, there is but one quest:
to wrest Britain away from Christianity—the
new religion which views women as the carriers
of original sin—and to return it to the
worship of the Mather Goddess.
The fair and lovely Queen Gwynhefar is torn between her duty to her king and the new God, and her passion for the dashing Lancelot.
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The Call of the Wild
Džek London: ZOV DIVLJINE
1. Into the Primitive
"Old longings nomadic leap,
Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain."
DUCK DID NOT READ the newspapers, or he would have ° known that trouble was brewing, not alone for him¬self, but for every tidewater dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transporta¬tion companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost
Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller's place, it was called. It stood back from the road, half hidden among the trees, through which glimpses could be caught of the wide, cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house was approached by graveled driveways which wound about through wide-spreading lawns and under the in¬terlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear things were on even a more spacious scale than at the front There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad servants' cottages, an end¬less and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was the pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cement tank where Judge Miller's boys took their morning plunge and kept cool in the hot after¬noon.
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Radjard Kipling: KNJIGA O DŽUNGLI
MOWGLI'S BROTHERS
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free—
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!—Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
Night-Song in the Jungle
IT was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee Hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big grey nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf, "it is time to hunt again." And he was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: "Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves; and good luck and strong white teeth go with the noble children, that they may never forget the hungry in this world."
It was the jackal—Tabaqui the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than any one else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he for¬gets that he was ever afraid of any one, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is...
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PEOPLE OF THE RIVER
A gripping new saga of pre¬historic America that takes us to the Mississippi Valley and the tribe known as the Mound builders. It is a time of troubles. In Cahokia, the corn crop is fail¬ing again and a warchief— and the warrior woman he may never possess—are dis gusted by their Chief's lust for tribute. Now even the gods have turned their faces, clos¬ing the underworld to the seers. If the gods have aban¬doned the people, there is no hope—unless it comes in the form of a young girl who is learning to Dream of Power.
A masterful story of the first North Americans by the best-selling authors of People of the Earth.
"Absorbing.... Fast-paced and engrossing, (with a) ring of authenticity as well."
—Publisher's Weekly
"A tightly woven tale...(with)
authentic native American
history."
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THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF MORGAINE, THE WHITE QUEEN!
Here, after ten years, is the long-awaited new novel about one of C. J. Cherryh's most famous
and popular heroines, Morgaine, closer of the world Gates! Morgaine, who with her magical
sword Changeling and her loyal liegeman
Vanye, travels from world to world, seeking out
the Gates, deadly heritage of a long-vanished
race, which could forever warp past, present,
and future unless they are shut down.
Now, on a world torn by rebellion and war,
Morgaine must meet her greatest challenge. For
here she will face Gault, who is both human and alien and who seeks control of the world and
its Gate. And here too Morgaine will
face the true Gatemaster, a mysterious lord
with a power as great—or perhaps '
greater than Morgaine's own!
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THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF MORGAINE, THE WHITE QUEEN!
Here, after ten years, is the long-awaited new novel about one of C. J. Cherryh's most famous
and popular heroines, Morgaine, closer of the world Gates! Morgaine, who with her magical
sword Changeling and her loyal liegeman
Vanye, travels from world to world, seeking out
the Gates, deadly heritage of a long-vanished
race, which could forever warp past, present,
and future unless they are shut down.
Now, on a world torn by rebellion and war,
Morgaine must meet her greatest challenge. For
here she will face Gault, who is both human and alien and who seeks control of the world and
its Gate. And here too Morgaine will
face the true Gatemaster, a mysterious lord
with a power as great—or perhaps '
greater than Morgaine's own!
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