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Rebecca

Daphne Du Maurier's 'Rebecca' is a psychological thriller that delves into the complex dynamics of a marriage. The story follows the new wife of Maxim de Winter, who must navigate the shadow of his first wife, the enigmatic and seemingly perfect Rebecca. Set against the backdrop of a grand English country house, the novel explores themes of jealousy, obsession, and the elusive nature of truth. more

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Daphne du Maurier
Daphne du Maurier

British author known for her suspense novels and romantic stories. Daphne du Maurier's works are characterized by their mysterious and supernatural elements, with her most famous novels being 'Rebecca' and 'The Turn of the Screw'. Her writing style has had a profound impact on literature. more

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“It seemed to me that I had no feeling left, either for what had happened or for what was yet to come. Mac had destroyed, with his own hands, the single thread of evidence that had brought us, through the whole of yesterday, to this morning’s dawn. The ultimate dream of every scientist, to give the first answer to the meaning of death, had belonged to us for a brief few hours. We had captured the energy, the energy had ignited the spark, and from that point on there had appeared to loom world after world of discovery.”

“Tugging at his collar to loosen it, he pushed at the half-open door and entered the room. Miss Hathaway stood near the doorway, waiting with tightly leashed impatience, while Merripen remained a dark presence in the corner. As Cam approached and looked into her upturned face, the panic dissolved in a curious rush of heat. Her blue eyes were smudged with faint lavender shadows, and her soft-looking lips were pressed into a tight seam. Her hair had been pulled back and pinned, dark and shining against her head. That scraped-back hair, the modest restrictive clothing, advertised her as a woman of inhibitions. A proper spinster. But nothing could have concealed her radiant will. She was … delicious. He wanted to unwrap her like a long-awaited gift. He wanted her vulnerable and naked beneath him, that soft mouth swollen from hard, deep kisses, her pale body flushed with desire.”

“If only he could take her, ease this endless ache … but having lain with her once, he might want her even more afterward. In mathematics, one could take a finite figure and divide its content infinitely, with the result that even though the content was unchanged, the magnitude of its bounds went on forever. Potential infinity. It was the first time Cam had ever comprehended the concept in the form of a woman.”