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“Listen! What is life? It is a feather, it is the seed of the grass, blown hither and thither, sometimes multiplying itself and dying in the act, sometimes carried away into the heavens. But if that seed be good and heavy it may perchance travel a little way on the road it wills. It is well to try and journey one's road and to fight with the air. Man must die. At the worst he can but die a little sooner.”

Quote by H. Rider Haggard

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King Solomon's Mines

This classic tale follows a group of explorers on a perilous journey through uncharted territories in search of the fabled mines of King Solomon, uncovering ancient mysteries and facing numerous challenges along the way. more

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H. Rider Haggard
H. Rider Haggard

H. Rider Haggard was a British writer known for his adventure novels. His work 'She' is considered a pioneer of early science fiction, having a profound impact on literature and cinema. more

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