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Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson

“The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.”

Book:The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson: Novels, Short Stories, Poems, Plays, Memoirs, Travel Sketches, Letters and Essays (Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer, containing Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped, Catriona and A Child's Garden of Verses

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The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson: Novels, Short Stories, Poems, Plays, Memoirs, Travel Sketches, Letters and Essays (Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer, containing Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped, Catriona and A Child's Garden of Verses

The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson is a definitive compilation of the author's literary output. It includes a variety of genres, showcasing Stevenson's versatility as a writer. The collection begins with his most famous works, Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, which have become staples of the adventure and gothic genres. Additionally, it features his historical novel Kidnapped and the psychological novel Catriona. The collection also includes a selection of his poetry, plays, personal memoirs, travel sketches, correspondence, and essays. The illustrated edition aims to enrich the reader's experience by incorporating visual elements that complement the text. more

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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson was a 19th-century Scottish novelist, poet, travel writer, and essayist. His works are characterized by adventure and romance, with his most famous novels being 'Treasure Island' and 'The Adventure of the Treasure Island'. Stevenson's works have been beloved by readers and have had a profound impact on literature. more

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