It was the Canterville Ghost himself! He was sitting by the window, watching the ruined gold of the yellowing trees fly through the air, and the red leaves dancing madly down the long avenue.(Page 20)
I’m through accepting limits ’cause someone says they’re so.
Rating: 8/10
It was the Canterville Ghost himself! He was sitting by the window, watching the ruined gold of the yellowing trees fly through the air, and the red leaves dancing madly down the long avenue.(Page 20)
Dungeon Crawler Carl
Carl’s Doomsday Scenario →
Rating: 7/10
You will not break me. F*** you all. You will not break me.
Carl
Middle Earth
← The Silmarillion
The Lord of the Rings →
Rating: 9/10
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors.[incipit]
by Oscar Wilde Rating: 8 /10 It was the Canterville Ghost himself! He was sitting by the window, watching the ruined gold of the ye...