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“Ah! but a man cannot be held to write down in cold blood the wild and black thoughts that storm his brain when an uncontrolled passion has battered a breach for them. Yet, unless he sets up as a saint, he need not hate himself for them. He is better employed, as it humbly seems to me, in giving thanks that power to resist was given to him ....”

Quote by Anthony Hope

Book:The Prisoner of Zenda
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The Prisoner of Zenda

This classic novel delves into themes of identity, destiny, and the complexities of power. The protagonist, Roderick, finds himself in a web of deceit and must navigate the treacherous political landscape of the fictional country of Ruritania. The story is a blend of romance and suspense, as Roderick becomes entangled with the beautiful Princess Flavia and the charismatic Prince Rudolf, leading to a series of thrilling events that test his loyalties and courage. more

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Anthony Hope
Anthony Hope

Anthony Hope, born on February 9, 1863, was a renowned British novelist known for his historical novels. His works are characterized by their historical background and complex character relationships, with his most famous novel being 'The Green Knight'. Hope's writing career began in the late 19th century, and his works were widely welcomed both then and in later times. more

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