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Maurice Renard’s Followers (18)
Maurice Renard
Born
in Châlons-en-Champagne, France
February 28, 1875
Died
November 18, 1939
Genre
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Hands of Orlac
by
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published
1920
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Doctor Lerne
by
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published
1908
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52 editions
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The Blue Peril
by
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published
1910
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31 editions
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The Master of Light
by
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published
1933
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28 editions
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L'Homme truqué
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published
1921
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22 editions
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Contos Fantásticos Franceses (Edição Especial, #1)
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Château hanté
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published
2011
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16 editions
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A Man Among the Microbes
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Bilimkurgu Manifestosu
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The Doctored Man, and Other Stories
by
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published
1921
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2 editions
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“The dinner-table is often the terrain of critical conversations, for it is there one has the better of one's interlocutor. There is no escape without scandal, there is no turning aside without self-betrayal. To invite a person to dinner is to place them under observation. Every dining-room is a temporary prison where politeness chains the guests to the laden board.”
― Hands of Orlac
― Hands of Orlac
“But Rosine had read books . . . so many books ... Her over-excited memory was filling her mind with terrifying
images . . . The very excess of her imaginings forced her
to take a grip on herself.”
― Hands of Orlac
images . . . The very excess of her imaginings forced her
to take a grip on herself.”
― Hands of Orlac
“The emergency services had not yet been organized.
Rosine could go where she wished. Her high heels made her stumble in the darkness, over the stones, the frozen clods of soil, over the tussocks of grass, the countless obstacles of the rough earth. She was shivering with cold and thought she might be about to faint away amid the sinister din of the disaster.
A fearful chaos was becoming apparent. Rude forms stood erect, the silhouette of a heap of rails. Lanterns, miserable yellow stars, circulated hither and thither. There were even household oil-lamps to be seen, with which the wind dealt harshly. And, all the time, people were running ...”
― Hands of Orlac
Rosine could go where she wished. Her high heels made her stumble in the darkness, over the stones, the frozen clods of soil, over the tussocks of grass, the countless obstacles of the rough earth. She was shivering with cold and thought she might be about to faint away amid the sinister din of the disaster.
A fearful chaos was becoming apparent. Rude forms stood erect, the silhouette of a heap of rails. Lanterns, miserable yellow stars, circulated hither and thither. There were even household oil-lamps to be seen, with which the wind dealt harshly. And, all the time, people were running ...”
― Hands of Orlac
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