Books with title A Daughter of the Snows

"A Daughter of the Snows" by Jack London is the story about a rebellious girl who is not afraid to challenge a traditional society where females are expected to be obedient.Frona Welse, born into a wealthy family and educated at Stanford, is a strong and courageous woman fought by men. After upsetting her community by her forthright manner and befriending the town's prostitute she will join the Klondike Gold Rush.

The only life Gioga has ever known is that of a fisherman's daughter on remote Hamna Voe. But as a baby she was a gift of the sea to childless Munroe and Jannet, and now the Lord of the Oceans wants her back.Torn between her love for her adopted parents and her strange attraction to the seal people, which will she choose - the sea or the land?From the traditional folk-tale of the selkie, award-winning author Berlie Doherty has created her own lyrical and timeless story of a young girl's search for her true identity.

Beautiful as she is deadly, Liriel Baenre flits throught the shadows of Menzoberranzan, city of the dark elves. Amid treachery and murder that are the drow's daily fare, she feels something calling to her ... something beyond this dusky world far removed from the sun. Yet as she ventures toward the surface and the lands of light, enemies pursue her unceasingly.And one enemy amy offer her the only hope of salvation.

As I allow my being to permeate various organic elements, Daughter of the Wind evolves into a collection of short poems depicting my reach into the core of flora and fauna of our planet. I pause to reflect as I allow the same sea that caresses the shore to drown me under it, to carry my vessel to acknowledge my brothers nesting behind corals in its dark corners. I linger around long enough for the void to grab hold of me and push me into an ethereal creature that humans have only heard of in stories. Pulled and torn by different creations across continents, I am forced to feel a taste of their emotions. I finally surrender into a tamed ego, as my soul shocks me back into my reality to present you a plethora of the human condition.

While in hospital, Inspector Grant’s professional curiosity is soon aroused. In a portrait of Richard III, the hunchbacked monster of nursery stories and history books, he finds a face that refuses to fit its reputation. But how, after four hundred years, can a bedridden policeman uncover the truth about the murder of the Princes in the Tower?From the Paperback edition.

"All ready, Miss Welse, though I'm sorry we can't spare one of the steamer's boats." Frona Welse arose with alacrity and came to the first officer's side. "We're so busy," he explained, "and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least—" "I understand," she interrupted, "and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but—but—" She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. "Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of pines and the river? I was born there." "Guess I'd be in a hurry myself," he muttered, sympathetically, as he piloted her along the crowded deck. Everybody was in everybody else's way; nor was there one who failed to proclaim it at the top of his lungs. A thousand gold-seekers were clamoring for the immediate landing of their outfits. Each hatchway gaped wide open, and from the lower depths the shrieking donkey-engines were hurrying the misassorted outfits skyward. On either side of the steamer, rows of scows received the flying cargo, and on each of these scows a sweating mob of men charged the descending slings and heaved bales and boxes about in frantic search. Men waved shipping receipts and shouted over the steamer-rails to them. Sometimes two and three identified the same article, and war arose. The "two-circle" and the "circle-and-dot" brands caused endless jangling, while every whipsaw discovered a dozen claimants.