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The Marriage Portrait by Maggie O'Farrell

Around the World: Southern Europe

14 books — 3 voters

Blood, Steel and Reputation by James Gault

The Great Siege of Malta by Charles River Editors

An Illustrated History of the Knights Hospitaller by Stephen Dafoe

Knights Hospitaller - Order of St. John

25 books — 5 voters

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling

The Queen's Library: Best of the Commonwealth

743 books — 232 voters

Welcome to the Sombre Days by Jeremy Mifsud

Maltese LGBTQIA+ Books

51 books — 5 voters

Notes from a Small Island by Bill Bryson

When Secrets Bloom by Patricia Furstenberg

Paul & Kiki's Guide to Vacationing in Italy by Paul Stuart

Adventure Travel & Exploration In Europe

127 books — 106 voters

Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist

The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

SF & F Atlas - Europe

89 books — 10 voters

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“ He had panicked. Tessier cursed his own stupidity. He should have remained in the column where he would have been protected. Instead, he saw an enemy coming for him like a revenant rising from a dark tomb, and had run first instead of thinking. Except this was no longer a French stronghold. The forts had all been captured and surrendered and the glorious revolutionary soldiers had been defeated. If the supply ships had made it through the blockade, Vaubois might still have been able to defend t He had panicked. Tessier cursed his own stupidity. He should have remained in the column where he would have been protected. Instead, he saw an enemy coming for him like a revenant rising from a dark tomb, and had run first instead of thinking. Except this was no longer a French stronghold. The forts had all been captured and surrendered and the glorious revolutionary soldiers had been defeated. If the supply ships had made it through the blockade, Vaubois might still have been able to defend the city, but with no food, limited ammunition and disease rampant, defeat was inevitable. Tessier remembered the gut-wrenching escape from Fort Dominance where villagers spat at him and threw rocks. One man had brought out a pistol and the ball had slapped the air as it passed his face. Another man had chased him with an ancient boar spear and Tessier, exhausted from the fight, had jumped into the water. He had nearly drowned in that cold grey sea, only just managing to cling to a rock whilst the enemy searched the shoreline. The British warship was anchored outside the village, and although Tessier could see men on-board, no one had spotted him. Hours passed by. Then, when he considered it was clear, he swam ashore to hide in the malodorous marshland outside Mġarr. His body shivered violently and his skin was blue and wrinkled like withered fruit, but in the night-dark light he lived. He had crept to a fishing boat, donned a salt-stained boat cloak and rowed out to Malta's monochrome coastline. He had somehow managed to escape capture by abandoning the boat to swim into the harbour. From there it had been easy to climb the city walls and to safety. He had written his account of the marines ambush, the fort’s surrender and his opinion of Chasse, to Vaubois. Tessier wanted Gamble cashiered and Vaubois promised to take his complaint to the senior British officer when he was in a position to. Weeks went past. Months. A burning hunger for revenge changed to a desire for provisions. And until today, Tessier reflected that he would never see Gamble again. Sunlight twinkled on the water, dazzling like a million diamonds scattered across its surface. Tessier loaded his pistol in the shadows where the air was still and cool. He had two of them, a knife and a sword, and, although starving and crippled with stomach cramps, he would fight as he had always done so: with everything he had. ...more ”
― David Cook, Heart of Oak

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“ The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I met no resistance when I unlaced the strings to free her dress and fill myself in the moist and hot bed nature made between her thighs. We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our lov ...more ”
― Roman Payne

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