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Quo Vadis tells a powerful tale of love and redemption in a time of ultimate danger -- for Christians and Romans alike. "Quo vadis Domine" is Latin for "Where are you going, Lord?" and alludes to the apocryphal Acts of Peter, in which Peter flees Rome but on his way meets Jesus and asks him why he is going to Rome. Jesus says, "I am going back to be crucified again", which makes Peter go back to Rome and accept martyrdom. It is a phrase of great meaning to Christians. The author of Quo Vadis, Henryk Sienkiewicz, was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1905, and the enduring popularity of Quo Vadis contributed greatly to the award. Set in Rome in the time of Nero, Quo Vadis tells the story of Roman tribune Marcus, who falls in love with a beautiful Christian girl, Ligia.

George Eliot was the literary pseudonym of British author Mary Anne Evans, born in 1819 in Warwickshire and destined to be one of the most celebrated and notorious of British female writers. Many of her novels deal with happy memories of her Warwickshire childhood, including her first great novel, The Mill on the Floss, and Silas Marner. For their depiction of childhood experiences and illustrations of children learning about moral themes, George Eliot's works have been taught as classic literature since their initial publication. Silas Marner is regarded by many as one of Eliot's best books, second only to her masterpiece, Middlemarch. The story of the miser and title character of Silas Marner and his redemption from greed and misery by the love of a small child, is one of the classics of English literature.

This book grows out of an experiment in socialism that Nathaniel Hawthorne participated in at Brook Fram. It grows out of that that experiment, but does not, said Hawthorne, record it directly. "Someone of the many cultivated and philosophic minds which took an interest in the Brook Farm enterprise might now give the world its history.

As she tugged at the door, he sprang across grasping his flask, but Sweyn dashed between and caught him back irresistibly, so that a most frantic effort only availed to wrench one arm free. With that, on the impulse of sheer despair, he cast at her with all his force. The door swung behind he, and the flask flew into fragments against it. Then, as Sweyn's grasp slackened, and he met the questioning astonishment of surrounding faces, with a hoarse inarticulate cry: "God help us all!" he said. "She is a Werewolf."