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Greatest Mystery Novels of Wilkie Collins

This book compiles a selection of Wilkie Collins' most renowned mystery novels, showcasing his unique storytelling and intricate plot development that have cemented his place in the genre. more

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Wilkie Collins
Wilkie Collins

Wilkie Collins, born on January 8, 1824, and died on September 23, 1889, was a renowned British novelist. He is best known for his suspense and detective novels, being one of the pioneers of this literary genre. His works, such as 'The Woman in White' and 'The Moonstone', are particularly famous. more

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“Still I made one excuse after another, and Jesus would answer, 'Go, and I will be with you'... Then Jesus said again, 'Go, and I will be with you.' I cried, 'Lord, I will go. Where shall I go?' And Jesus said, 'Go here, go there, wherever souls are perishing.' Praise the Lord for his wonderful goodness in revealing his word and will in such a wonderful way, to such a poor weak worm of the dust. I saw more in that vision than I could have learned in years of hard study. Praise His Holy Name. I saw that I must not depend on anything that I could do, but to look to Him for strength and wisdom.”

“Thinking it selfish to dwell on her own sufferings, when in the midst of wretches, who had not only lost all that endears life, but their very selves, her imagination was occupied with melancholy earnestness to trace the mazes of misery, through which so many wretches must have passed to this gloomy receptacle of disjointed souls, to the grand source of human corruption.”

“There was no name for the disease; his body had gone insane, forgotten the blueprint by which human beings were built. Even now the disease still lives on in his children. Not in our bodies, but in our souls. We exist where normal human children are expected to be; we're even shaped the same. But each of us in our own way has been replaced by an imitation child, shaped out of a twisted, fetid, lipidous goiter that grew out of Father's soul.”