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Le grognard de Sire. E-book. Formato EPUB Frédéric Charles - Le Lys Bleu Éditions, 2025 -
Au musée du Caillou, dernier QG de Napoléon avant la bataille de Waterloo, le directeur se glisse dans la peau d’un grognard napoléonien pour raviver l’Histoire. L’arrivée de journalistes, venus enquêter sur un vol de relique, bouleverse son fragile équilibre. Derrière sa passion brûlante se cache une douleur familiale qui l’a condamné à l’impossible amour. Mais une bataille plus intime que Waterloo se prépare… et elle pourrait bien lui offrir une ultime victoire.?À PROPOS DE L'AUTEUR De la chanson aux pièces de théâtre, des scénarios aux articles de presse, écrire a toujours été la respiration de Frédéric Charles, chaque mot le rapprochant un peu plus de son rêve d’auteur. Aux portes de Waterloo, entre Histoire et défis, sa plume s’est forgée. Fierté profonde, "Le grognard de Sire" est le fruit de combats silencieux menés comme sur un champ de bataille avec persévérance.
The Redemption of David Corson. E-book. Formato EPUB Charles Frederic Goss - Bookrix, 2014 -
The Redemption of David Corson written by Charles Frederic Goss. Published by INDIANAPOLIS THE BOWEN-MERREILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS. Copyright, 1900 by The Bowen-Merrill Company. Charles Frederic Goss was an American clergyman and author. His 1900 novel The Redemption of David Corson was a best selling book of that year. He also edited and partly authored a series of volumes on the history of Cincinnati."This other Eden, demi-paradise, this fortress built by nature." —Richard II.Hidden away in this worn and care-encumbered world, scarred with its frequent traces of a primeval curse, are spots so quiet and beautiful as to make the fall of man seem incredible, and awaken in the breast of the weary traveler who comes suddenly upon them, a vague and dear delusion that he has stumbled into Paradise.Such an Eden existed in the extreme western part of Ohio in the spring of eighteen hundred and forty-nine. It was a valley surrounded by wooded hills and threaded by a noisy brook which hastily made its way, as if upon some errand of immense importance, down to the big Miami not many miles distant. A road cut through a vast and solemn forest led into the valley, and entering as if by a corridor and through the open portal of a temple, the traveler saw a white farm-house nestling beneath a mighty hackberry tree whose wide-reaching arms sheltered it from summer sun and winter wind. A deep, wide lawn of bluegrass lay in front, and a garden of flowers, fragrant and brilliant, on its southern side. Stretching away into the background was the farm newly carved out of the wilderness, but already in a high state of cultivation. All those influences which stir the deepest emotion of the heart were silently operating here—quiet, order, beauty, power, life. It affected one to enter it unprepared in much the same way, only with a greater variety and richness of emotion, as to push through dense brush and suddenly behold a mountain lake upon whose bosom there is not so much as a ripple, and in whose silver mirror surrounding forests, flying water-fowl and the bright disk of the sun are perfectly reflected.