„The Wallet of Kai Lung” is a collection of fantasy stories by Ernest Bramah in which the Chinese Kai Lung tells stories – often to stave off some unpleasant fate, like Scheherazade. These tales of an unlikely but marvelous China are classic works of fantasy, with each story holding a story-within-a-story. Ernest Bramah’s Kai Lung is a storyteller in an imagined China, telling tales of earnest examination candidates, corrupt mandarins, beautiful maidens, alchemical potions,...
This charming, little-known fantasy by the author of „The Time Machine” and „The War of the Worlds” is also a sharply satirical look at the mores and moral of Edwardian England. During a family outing at the beach a family sees a young woman struggling further out in the water. It’s only when they „rescue” her that they see that she’s a mermaid. They quickly take her into the beach house, still unaware that the mermaid has planned the whole incident in order to meet a young...
Wielki filozof klasycznej Grecji, Platon, wspomina w swoich pismach o osobnej części świata, której historycy i geografowie szukali gdzieś na morzu między Wyspą Świętej Heleny a brzegami Afryki. Poeci i filozofowie nazywali ją w starożytności Atlantydą, Oceanią, Szczęśliwymi Wyspami, Ziemią Hiperborejską. Do dziś owa mityczna kraina, która miała być miejscem istnienia rozwiniętej cywilizacji zniszczonej przez serię trzęsień ziemi i zatopionej przez wody morskie, rozpala emoc...
Na skutek tragicznego wypadku tajemnicze moce przenoszą Amerykanina Hanka Martina, z zawodu kowala, na dwór legendarnego króla Artura. Z miejsca popada w tarapaty. Uwięziony przez sir Sagramora zostaje uznany za ludożercę i wtrącony do lochu, gdzie oczekuje na wykonanie wyroku śmierci. Hank nie byłby jednak sobą ani tym bardziej sprytnym Jankesem, gdyby nie próbował wyjść cało z tarapatów. Szybko wkrada się w łaski króla i zostaje pasowany na rycerza. Naraża się jednak poryw...
Set against a Florida background, this story tells of the adventures of Bill Picton and his young companions who trail a gang of moonshiners through the steaming, sluggish swamp-lands. Fitzgordon had never in his life before been in a tropical swamp, and the very first thing he did was to get both feet tangled in a coil of tough bamboo vine, and come down flat on his face on the wet black „muck.” The stuff was like rotten sponge, and just as full of water as it would hold. Wh...
Winter closed early over the great desert of the Northwest, and the first dense snow lay on the banks and covered dark trees with a white mantle. Ice formed under the river banks, and its huge layers crumbled under the sound of a choking stern wheel and rattled like broken glass on a track. In the snowy forest thickets, neither human dwellings nor living creatures were visible. The still air was bitter from the frost, and a dull red sun fell behind the distant hills.
„As the great ’plane roared through the upper air, young Monty Vince sat with his eyes glued to the thick glass window of her enclosed body, and watched the sea of clouds lying like a pearly floor far below. Every nerve in his body tingled with excitement and triumph, for even he, small as was his experience, knew that this first flight of his brother’s new machine was a magnificent success”.
The early summer morning was warm and very quiet, and the only sound in the bare, barn-like room was the slow sucking of waves at the foot of the granite cliff on which it was built. On the table in the center of the room was a wireless device with five valves, the wires through which passed through the roof. Two thin cords dangled near the wires, the lower ends of which were within the reach of Jim Selvin, a tall, slender boy with a sharp face, who was sitting with headphone...
Peter Carr, with his usual skills, scattered flies through blazing puddles. And yet not a single fish moved, nor did the slightest rise reward him for all his efforts. Peter walked many miles that day, and the prospect of a quiet evening over the blazing peat fire was clearly pleasant. But before he walked another quarter of a mile, he was awakened by his pleasant reverie of a piercing call for help.
Peter slowly rose to the top. He was in a blue twill suit, his brown shoes were old but well polished, and his soft gray hat looked like a hundred others. If someone tried to watch him, they would take him for a city clerk, enjoying a quiet walk to get that little fresh air that moved on this sinister hot night.
The cold drizzle made Plymouth unhappy, and it was with a sigh of relief that Bruce Carey exchanged the greasy, dirty platform of North Road Station for the warm, well-lit comfort of a first-class night mail coupe for London. At first he thought that he would have a car, but when the train was getting ready to start, a man jumped into it and fell on the seat opposite Bruce. He was breathing heavily, as if running, and Bruce, looking at him, was struck by the expression on his...
Four years of hard work under the tropical sun, a young American invested in this place. He, Dick, had been on it for a whole year. He knew how Dudley liked it, and knew perfectly well that it would be unpleasant for him to refuse him. What was his business when Dudley so quietly perceived all this?
This old science fiction novel, Bridges, describes the Earth, largely devastated and devastated by terrible unrest in the solar system. The story tells about the adventures of seven people sailing in a wonderful airship of the future. There is a mortal battle between the two scientists: one is trying to build a new and better world on the ruins of the old, the other is a villain fighting to create a system that will finally destroy what remains on Earth.
The bottom of the gorge was filled with old lava, black and fragile, like bottle glass, but the rocks that endlessly rose on both sides on an African night were made of limestone. Everything was still like death. Even the jackal did not cry under the stars. For a while no sound was heard except for the gentle shuffling of Nick’s legs as he slowly descended the steep slope. The darkness was terribly frightening for others, but Nick knew the way, and they unconditionally truste...
The boy knew all too well that his father was fighting to preserve the farm. The land was poor and they had three bad seasons. Unable to even pay for the labor, the farmer Holt and his seventeen-year-old son did almost all the work themselves, and sometimes it was hard work. They would not have known their neighbors, but the beasts themselves in the stables and stables lived better than Holt and his son.
The roar of the pampero rattling above the chimneys of the solidly built Estancia drowned the rumble, but the sound was loud enough for Jock and Ned Burnie to jump from their chairs by the fire and run out of the room. At the foot of the stairs on the floor of broken clay lay an old man in a magnificent frame. Jock first got to him and leaned over him.
This spring was the most treasured possession of Kurt, since without him there could not have been a trout farm that gave him life. There was never a day when he did not inspect it, and it was very fashionable to keep a thermometer in it to see that the temperature does not change. He never knew a change of more than four degrees – from thirty-eight degrees to forty-two. When he picked up the thermometer, he noticed a flicker of white in the dark jaws of spring. Something ros...
Jim was a tall boy, taller than Bart and probably a year older, and would have looked nice if not for his conceited expression. His hair was black as ink, he had very dark eyes, and his skin was darker than that of an ordinary Englishman. Behind him was a small plump guy who looked like a groom or nursery. The new arrival looked at his dogs, then turned to Bart.
Fat Mr. Horner might have changed his mind if he could have watched Gilbert’s face as he drove his rattling old motorcycle over the bridge and climbed the steep slope beyond. The young man’s lips were clenched and his eyes were hard. These weekly trips to Taverton were the only gap in the deadly monotony of life in the works of Carnaby Clay, and he hated to return there, like a boy hates to return to school.
The TEA at the Wasperton School was nothing more than thick slices of bread and margarine and an ominous black mixture served in huge metal teapots. The food was so bad that the boys could hardly eat it, but they did not dare to complain, at least as long as they were under the gaze of their master, Mr. Silas Craishaw. Because his eyes were no less rigid than his cane, and not a day passed, but some of them felt a prick of it. Among the forty or so boys who were sitting at tw...
A few minutes passed, and Martin, lazily tapping his pencil on paper, seemed to have little interest in sounds. Then suddenly his attitude changed, his back straightened, and a look of passionate interest illuminated his sharp gray eyes. The door of the large room opened, and a boy came in quickly, a boy about the same age as Martin, but as dark and thin as Martin, tall and bright.
The long table was filled with guys from Overton’s school, everyone was busy with breakfast and talked from sixteen to a dozen. Only two days remained until the end of the summer semester, and everyone was wildly excited about the idea of returning home for a long eight-week vacation. Bruce, being the captain of the hostel, sat at the head of the table, and Clive next to him so that they could read their letters calmly.
Wśród czekających na Was na Woblink dzieł odkryjecie najlepsze książki fantasy dla dorosłych, młodzieży oraz dla dzieci - zarówno klasyczne książki fantasy, jak i nowe książki fantasy.
Fantastyka jest pojęciem nadrzędnym nad fantasy. Książki z działu fantastyki można podzielić na wiele podtypów. Do najbardziej znanych należą fantasy, science fiction (fantastyka naukowa) i horror. O ile wyróżnienie tego ostatniego spośród pozostałych nie powinno stanowić problemu, o tyle stwierdzenie czym charakteryzuje się literatura fantasy nie jest już takie proste. Podziały te nie są jednoznaczne, jednak można pokusić się o próbę ich wyznaczenia.
Książki fantasy opierają się przede wszystkim na magicznych i nadprzyrodzonych motywach i formach, które stanowią główną oś fabuły i świata przedstawionego. Czasem utrzymywane są w nieco bardziej baśniowej scenerii niż dzieła sci-fi czy horrory. Do książek fantasy zaliczane są na przykład “Koralina” Neila Gaimana, “Silmarillion” oraz “Hobbit, czyli tam i z powrotem” J. R. R. Tolkiena, “Cykl demoniczny” Petera V. Bretta (dziesięć powieści zawartych w pięciu tomach: „Malowany człowiek”, „Pustynna Włócznia”, „Wojna w blasku dnia”, „Tron z Czaszek” i „Otchłań”) czy “Niekończąca się historia” Michaela Ende.
Fantasy to także rozległy gatunek literacki, który ma swoje podtypy. Na co dzieli się fantasy? Tzw. high fantasy zazwyczaj rozgrywa się w świecie przypominającym nasze średniowiecze. Należą do nich na przykład takie epickie cykle fantasy jak “Władca Pierścieni” J. R. R. Tolkiena czy “Opowieści z Narnii” C. S. Lewisa. Ich swoistym przeciwieństwem jest tzw. low fantasy, czyli historie, w których magia nie odgrywa zbyt dużej roli lub jest w ogóle nieobecna. Wciąż jest to jednak alternatywna rzeczywistość. Za prekursora tego podgatunku uznaje się Roberta E. Howarda i jego cykl o Conanie. Dobrym polskim przykładem jest “Trylogia husycka”, której autorem jest Andrzej Sapkowski (“Lux perpetua”, “Boży bojownicy” i “Narrenturm”). Z kolei akcja tzw. urban fantasy rozgrywa się w mieście, gdzie istnieje pozorna sprzeczność współistniejących obok siebie magii i techniki. Należą do nich na przykład “Nigdziebądź” Neila Gaimana, cykl “Dary anioła” Cassandry Clare, czy cykl o Percym Jacksonie Ricka Riordana.
Wśród dzieł tworzących czołówkę książek fantasy, warto wyróżnić tak cenione serie fantasy jak “Archiwum Burzowego Światła” Brandona Sandersona, serię “Malazańska księga poległych” Stevena Eriksona, czy “Opowieści z meekhańskiego pogranicza” Roberta M. Wegnera. Znajdziecie tam również klasykę fantasy, do ktorej należą na przykład "Mroczna wieża" Stephena Kinga oraz “Pieśń lodu i ognia” George’a R. R. Martina.
Szukacie dobrego cyklu fantasy? Miłośnikom tego gatunku polecamy także “Kroniki Amberu” Rogera Zelaznego, serię “Czarna Kompania “Glena Cooka, “Z mgły zrodzony" Brandona Sandersona, “Trylogię Czarnego Maga” Trudi Canavan, “Wojnę makową” Rebecci F. Kuang która odbiła się głośnym echem w świecie literackim, czy trylogię “Mroczne materie” Philipa Pullmana, która stałą się podstawą filmu i serialu.
Polska również ma szczęście być miejscem, w którym powstają kultowe serie fantasy. Wystarczy wspomnieć o sadze Wiedźmińskiej Andrzeja Sapkowskiego, o serii “Pan Lodowego Ogrodu” Jarosława Grzędowicza, “Cyklu Inkwizytorskim” Jacka Piekary, czy “Zastępach anielskich” Mai Lidii Kossakowskiej. Wśród polskich książek fantasy dużą popularnością cieszą się także humorystyczne książki fantasy, których bohaterami są takie postaci jak Jakub Wędrowycz, postać stworzona przez Andrzeja Pilipiuka.
W gronie dobrych książek fantasy dla młodzieży z kolei czekają na Was na przykład, seria “Okrutny książę” Holly Black, trylogia “Dziedzictwo” Christophera Paoliniego czy "Szklany Tron" Sarah J. Maas.
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