Satanovy strasti I-II
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Marie Corelli byla uznávanou britskou spisovatelkou, jejíž kontroverzní díla ji řadí mezi rané zastánkyně hnutí New Age. Její romány, které s nadšením četly miliony čtenářů napříč impériem, se dotýkaly širokého publika od královny Viktorie po dělnické dívky. Navzdory kritickému nezájmu se její knihy staly celosvětovými bestsellery a z ní vynesly nejlépe placenou autorku Anglie.






Tématem románu, který vydala Marie Corelli v roce 1914, je týrání nemanželských dětí. Obsahuje několik protofeministických polemik namířených proti instituci manželství. V českém vydání kniha vyšla ve dvou dílech.
Tématem románu, který vydala Marie Corelli v roce 1914, je týrání nemanželských dětí. Obsahuje několik protofeministických polemik namířených proti instituci manželství. V českém vydání kniha vyšla ve dvou dílech.
The exploration of power, politics, and religion unfolds through a narrative rich in ambition, morality, and the tension between spirituality and secular governance. Corelli's vivid imagination brings to life intricately drawn characters and complex plotlines that reflect on the nature of authority and its consequences. The novel challenges conventional views of supremacy, delving into the interplay between faith and political influence. Ultimately, it serves as a meditation on the transient nature of earthly power, resonating with timeless themes relevant to the human experience.
The narrative offers a vivid exploration of the literary community in the nineteenth century, highlighting the intricate dynamics of personal and professional politics among authors. With a cast of colorful characters, the book delves into the intense rivalry, fame, and criticism that define the world of publishing during this era, providing a bold and insightful commentary on the challenges and triumphs faced by writers.
A long, sultry Syrian day was nearing its end, with oppressive heat and a noxious stench permeating the Jewish prison, suffocating the air. In the lowest dungeons, darkness prevailed, except for one cell where a thin line of light pierced the gloom, irritating the solitary prisoner within. This flicker of light, a reflection of the outside Eastern sky, became a source of torment for him. He turned away from its harsh brightness, cursing and groaning in frustration. Bound by chains, he pressed his face into his hands, gnawing his lips until they bled, consumed by restless fury. The light was a constant reminder of time passing—its presence signified day, its absence marked night—while he remained unaware of the minutes or hours slipping by. His life had devolved into a prolonged state of dull suffering, punctuated by fits of maniacal rage that provided only fleeting relief, leaving him more stupefied than before. The relentless beam of light, sharp and blinding, was his only awareness, piercing through the oppressive darkness that enveloped him.