George MacDonald

Más allá del viento del norte, la obra maestra de George MacDonald, nos invita a un viaje tan misterioso como conmovedor. La historia sigue a Diamante, un niño de corazón puro, cuya vida cambia para siempre cuando conoce a la enigmatica y majestuosa Dama del Viento del Norte. A traves de encuentros que mezclan la dulzura con lo inquietante, Diamante descubre un mundo donde la fantasia y la fe se entrelazan, y donde la bondad tiene un poder transformador. Publicada en el siglo XIX, esta novela no solo abrio caminos para la literatura fantastica moderna, sino que tambien se convirtio en una inspiracion decisiva para autores como C.S. Lewis y J.R.R. Tolkien. Lewis llego a decir que jamas leyo un libro que lo tocara tan profundamente, y Tolkien reconocio la huella de MacDonald en su propia creacion de mundos. Mas alla del viento del norte es una obra que habla a todas las edades, una fabula sobre la inocencia, la esperanza y el misterio que nos espera mas alla de lo visible.

I had just finished my studies at Oxford, and was taking a brief holiday from work before assuming definitely the management of the estate. My father died when I was yet a child; my mother followed him within a year; and I was nearly as much alone in the world as a man might find himself.I had made little acquaintance with the history of my ancestors. Almost the only thing I knew concerning them was, that a notable number of them had been given to study. I had myself so far inherited the tendency as to devote a good deal of my time, though, I confess, after a somewhat desultory fashion, to the physical sciences. It was chiefly the wonder they woke that drew me. I was constantly seeing, and on the outlook to see, strange analogies, not only between the facts of different sciences of the same order, or between physical and metaphysical facts, but between physical hypotheses and suggestions glimmering out of the metaphysical dreams into which I was in the habit of falling. I was at the same time much given to a premature indulgence of the impulse to turn hypothesis into theory. Of my mental peculiarities there is no occasion to say more.

In George MacDonalds enchanting tale, "The Golden Key," readers embark on a whimsical journey that intertwines fantasy and profound philosophical insights. This richly illustrated work employs a lyrical prose style, blending fairy-tale elements with allegorical depth. Set within a magical realm, the narrative follows the characters Mossy and Tangle as they search for a long-elusive key that promises access to a hidden world. MacDonalds intricate storytelling evokes themes of hope, adventure, and the eternal quest for knowledge, underscoring the interplay between reality and imagination in Victorian literature. George MacDonald, a pivotal figure in the realm of childrens literature and a precursor to modern fantasy, was influenced by his deep-rooted Christian beliefs and his advocacy for individual imagination. His engagement with themes of redemption and moral integrity often reflects in his works. As a mentor to noted authors like C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, MacDonalds storytelling has left an indelible mark on the genre, shaping narrative techniques that blend the whimsical with the profound. "The Golden Key" is a must-read for anyone enthralled by the transformative power of fairy tales. It invites readers of all ages to explore their own imaginations and confront deeper existential questions. This timeless classic stands as a testament to MacDonalds belief in the magic of storytelling, making it an essential addition to any literary collection.In this enriched edition, we have carefully created added value for your reading experience:- A succinct Introduction situates the works timeless appeal and themes.- The Synopsis outlines the central plot, highlighting key developments without spoiling critical twists.- A detailed Historical Context immerses you in the eras events and influences that shaped the writing.- A thorough Analysis dissects symbols, motifs, and character arcs to unearth underlying meanings.- Reflection questions prompt you to engage personally with the works messages, connecting them to modern life.- Handpicked Memorable Quotes shine a spotlight on moments of literary brilliance.- Interactive footnotes clarify unusual references, historical allusions, and archaic phrases for an effortless, more informed read.

Un joven, al cumplir 21 años, abre un viejo arcón heredado de su padre. De un compartimento secreto surge un diminuto ser que le abrirá las puertas del País de las Hadas. A partir de ahí se sucederán encuentros con hadas, duendes... en el Mundo de Fantasia.

I HAVE been asked to tell you about the back of the north wind. An old Greek writer mentions a people who lived there, and were so comfortable that they could not bear it any longer, and drowned themselves. My story is not the same as his. I do not think Herodotus had got the right account of the place. I am going to tell you how it fared with a boy who went there.He lived in a low room over a coach-house; and that was not by any means at the back of the north wind, as his mother very well knew. For one side of the room was built only of boards, and the boards were so old that you might run a penknife through into the north wind. And then let them settle between them which was the sharper! I know that when you pulled it out again the wind would be after it like a cat after a mouse, and you would know soon enough you were not at the back of the north wind. Still, this room was not very cold, except when the north wind blew stronger than usual: the room I have to do with now was always cold, except in summer, when the sun took the matter into his own hands. Indeed, I am not sure whether I ought to call it a room at all; for it was just a loft where they kept hay and straw and oats for the horses.

Once upon a time, so long ago that I have quite forgotten the date, there lived a king and queen who had no children.And the king said to himself, "All the queens of my acquaintance have children, some three, some seven, and some as many as twelve; and my queen has not one. I feel ill-used." So he made up his mind to be cross with his wife about it. But she bore it all like a good patient queen as she was. Then the king grew very cross indeed. But the queen pretended to take it all as a joke, and a very good one too."Why dont you have any daughters, at least?" said he. "I dont say sons; that might be too much to expect.""I am sure, dear king, I am very sorry," said the queen."So you ought to be," retorted the king; "you are not going to make a virtue of that, surely."But he was not an ill-tempered king, and in any matter of less moment would have let the queen have her own way with all his heart. This, however, was an affair of state.The queen smiled."You must have patience with a lady, you know, dear king," said she.She was, indeed, a very nice queen, and heartily sorry that she could not oblige the king immediately.

In "At the Back of the North Wind," George MacDonald weaves an enchanting tale that transcends the boundaries of childrens literature, delving into themes of love, sacrifice, and the interplay between reality and imagination. This illustrated edition enhances the poetic prose and vivid imagery that characterize MacDonalds literary style, reminiscent of both fairy tales and the Romantic tradition. The narrative follows young Diamond, whose adventures with the mystical North Wind reveal profound truths about human existence and the abstract concept of wonder. MacDonalds exploration of the ethereal and the mundane invites readers to contemplate the nature of dreams and the essence of hope within the context of Victorian society, where moral lessons were paramount in literature. George MacDonald (1824-1905) stands as a pivotal figure in the development of fantasy literature, significantly influencing contemporaries like C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. His deep Christian faith and philosophical insights are interwoven throughout his works, reflecting a worldview that celebrates both the extraordinary and the everyday. MacDonalds unique ability to recount stories that captivate both children and adults can be traced to his background as a minister and his profound understanding of human emotion and spirituality. I highly recommend "At the Back of the North Wind" for readers seeking a richly layered narrative that invites reflection and ignites the imagination. This beautifully illustrated edition not only serves as a gateway into MacDonalds fantastical world but also stands as a testament to the enduring power of storytelling and the limitless possibilities of what lies at the back of our own perceptions.

When Princess Irene and her nursemaid stay out too late one night and are chased home by goblins, a young miner boy called Curdie comes to their rescue. So begins a fantastic adventure in which Irene and Curdie must try to stop a goblin invasion, helped by Irene's mysterious great-great-grandmother. This much-loved tale was a personal favourite of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. This edition includes the sequel, The Princess and Curdie.

In "The Light Princess and Other Fairy Stories," George MacDonald weaves a collection of enchanting tales that blend whimsical imagery with profound philosophical insights. The titular story, "The Light Princess," follows a young princess cursed with the absence of gravity, symbolizing a deeper exploration of the nature of gravityboth literal and metaphoricalin human relationships and responsibilities. MacDonalds rich, poetic prose and vibrant descriptions captivate readers, while his narrative often serves as a critique of Victorian society and its norms, underscoring themes of love, freedom, and the quest for identity. George MacDonald, a pivotal figure in childrens literature and a precursor to the fantasy genre, was heavily influenced by his theological background and belief in the innate goodness of humanity. His own experiences as a minister and his struggles with faith permeate his storytelling, lending a unique depth and moral dimension to his fairy tales. MacDonalds works laid the groundwork for later writers, including C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, establishing a legacy that endures within the literary canon. Readers seeking a combination of whimsy and moral inquiry will find "The Light Princess and Other Fairy Stories" a delightful exploration of the human condition. Ideal for both adults and children, this collection invites readers to reflect on the magical and transformative power of love and imagination.

In "The Elect Lady," George MacDonald intertwines elements of fantasy and realism to explore complex themes of love, faith, and redemption. Set against the backdrop of Victorian England, the novel delves into the lives of its layered characters, particularly focusing on the titular lady who grapples with her identity in a male-dominated society. MacDonalds lyrical prose is marked by its deep psychological insight and spiritual undertones, reflecting the tensions of the age while underscoring the transformative power of compassion and understanding. George MacDonald (1824-1905), a pivotal figure in Victorian literature, is considered one of the forefathers of modern fantasy literature, influencing writers such as C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. His own faith journey, intertwined with his literary pursuits, informed much of his writing in "The Elect Lady." Confronted with personal and spiritual challenges, MacDonald poignantly articulates the struggle for authenticity and the reconciliation of the sacred and the secular, drawing on lessons from his own life experiences as a minister and novelist. Readers seeking a thought-provoking exploration of social constraints and personal liberation will find "The Elect Lady" an essential addition to their literary journey. MacDonalds masterful storytelling creates a profound emotional resonance, inviting readers to reflect on their own lives while engaging in a timeless dialogue about the nature of true nobility and the power of love.

This is an incredible love story about Malcolm, Scottish fisherman who is enchanted by a strong-willed, daring girl whom he dares not to love until he learns a shocking secret about her. Malcolm is not scared of those who hold a higher social position in the culture of captivity, nor does he think himself above the poorest citizen. He is untouched by the small-town pettiness because he prospers under the care of his old grandfather. This historical romance is a well-written tale packed with mystery, fantasy, moralizing, and wonderfully depicted characters, set in the Victorian era. The story gives us a picture of passion and integrity that is exceptional; it takes frequent turns and carries the reader, with Malcolm, through misfortune and joy. The author used imagination as a literary medium for examining the human condition.

"Come oot o the gutter, ye nickum!" cried, in harsh, half-masculine voice, a woman standing on the curbstone of a short, narrow, dirty lane, at right angles to an important thoroughfare, itself none of the widest or cleanest. She was dressed in dark petticoat and print wrapper. One of her shoes was down at the heel, and discovered a great hole in her stocking. Had her black hair been brushed and displayed, it would have revealed a thready glitter of grey, but all that was now visible of it was only two or three untidy tresses that dropped from under a cap of black net and green ribbons, which looked as if she had slept in it. Her face must have been handsome when it was young and fresh; but was now beginning to look tattooed, though whether the colour was from without or from within, it would have been hard to determine. Her black eyes looked resolute, almost fierce, above her straight, well-formed nose. Yet evidently circumstance clave fast to her. She had never risen above it, and was now plainly subjected to it.

I awoke one morning with the usual perplexity of mind which accompanies the return of consciousness. As I lay and looked through the eastern window of my room, a faint streak of peach-colour, dividing a cloud that just rose above the low swell of the horizon, announced the approach of the sun. As my thoughts, which a deep and apparently dreamless sleep had dissolved, began again to assume crystalline forms, the strange events of the foregoing night presented themselves anew to my wondering consciousness. The day before had been my one-and-twentieth birthday. Among other ceremonies investing me with my legal rights, the keys of an old secretary, in which my father had kept his private papers, had been delivered up to me. As soon as I was left alone, I ordered lights in the chamber where the secretary stood, the first lights that had been there for many a year; for, since my fathers death, the room had been left undisturbed. But, as if the darkness had been too long an inmate to be easily expelled, and had dyed with blackness the walls to which, bat-like, it had clung, these tapers served but ill to light up the gloomy hangings, and seemed to throw yet darker shadows into the hollows of the deep-wrought cornice.

El señor Vane hereda una mansión en la que hay una biblioteca por la que pasea el señor Cuervo, un bibliotecario que ha estado sirviendo a la familia Vane durante generaciones. El señor Cuervo procede de un mundo paralelo a la Tierra al que pronto se ve arrojado Vane a traves de un espejo. En el nuevo mundo, se encontrara con demonios, elfos, apariciones, espectros, con Adan, con Eva y con Lilith, la primera mujer antes de la primera mujer, y tendra que enfrentarse a explicaciones acerca de la muerte, del sueño, y sobre el enfrentamiento entre la voluntad y las percepciones. La novela mas oscura de George MacDonald, Lilith es una historia de redencion y acerca de la naturaleza de la muerte y de la vida, en la tierra del pensamiento, mas adentro, por encima de las siete dimensiones y de los diez sentidos.

The Great Sermons of George Macdonald compiles the greatest sermons of George Macdonald.George Macdonald was an important leader and Christian writer, his life and ministry was the inspiration for important names like CS Lewis and G. K. Chesterton.Our have in your hands an important text of this great author.

1. Castle Warlock 2. The Kitchen 3. The Drawing-room 4. An Afternoon Sleep 5. The School 6. Grannies Cottage 7. Dreams 8. Home 9. The Student 10. Peter Simon 11. The new Schooling 12. Grannies Ghost Story 13. The Storm-Guest 14. The Castle Inn 15. That Night 16. Through the Day 17. That same Night 18. A Winter Idyl 19. An "Interlunar Cave" 20. Catch yer Naig 21. The Watchmaker 22. That Luminous Night 23. At College 24. A Tutorship 25. The Gardener 26. Lost and Found 27. A Transformation 28. The Story of the Knight who spoke the Truth 29. New Experience 30. Charles Jermyn, M. D. 31. Cosmo and the Doctor 32. The Naiad 33. The Garden-House 34. Catch your Horse 35. Pull his Tail 36. The thick Darkness 37. The Dawn 38. The Shadow of Death 39. The Labourer 40. The Schoolmaster 41 Grannie and the Stick 42. Obstruction 43. Grizzies Rights 44. Another Harvest 45. The final Conflict 46. A Rest 47. Help 48. A common Miracle 49. Defiance 50. Discovery and Confession 51. It is Naught saith the Buyer 52. An old Story 53. A small Discovery 54. A greater Discovery 55. A great Discovery 56. Mr. Burns 57. Too Sure comes too late 58. A little Life well rounded 59. A Breaking Up 60. Repose 61. The third Harvest 62. A duet, Trio, and Quartette.

It was the middle of autumn, and had rained all day. Through the lozenge-panes of the wide oriel window the world appeared in the slowly gathering dusk not a little dismal. The drops that clung trickling to the dim glass added rain and gloom to the landscape beyond, whither the eye passed, as if vaguely seeking that help in the distance, which the dripping hollyhocks and sodden sunflowers bordering the little lawn, or the honeysuckle covering the wide porch, from which the slow rain dropped ceaselessly upon the pebble-paving below, could not givesteepy slopes, hedge-divided into small fields, some green and dotted with red cattle, others crowded with shocks of bedraggled and drooping corn, which looked suffering and patient.The room to which the window having this prospect belonged was large and low, with a dark floor of uncarpeted oak. It opened immediately upon the porch, and although a good fire of logs blazed on the hearth, was chilly to the sense of the old man, who, with his feet on the skin of a fallow-deer, sat gazing sadly into the flames, which shone rosy through the thin hands spread out before them. At the opposite corner of the great low-arched chimney sat a lady past the prime of life, but still beautiful, though the beauty was all but merged in the loveliness that rises from the heart to the face of such as have taken the greatest step in lifethat is, as the old proverb says, the step out of doors. She was plainly yet rather richly dressed, in garments of an old-fashioned and well-preserved look. Her hair was cut short above her forehead, and frizzed out in bunches of little curls on each side. On her head was a covering of dark stuff, like a nuns veil, which fell behind and on her shoulders. Close round her neck was a string of amber beads, that gave a soft harmonious light to her complexion. Her dark eyes looked as if they found repose there, so quietly did they rest on the face of the old man, who was plainly a clergyman.

Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had never seen his father; that is, thought he had no recollection of having ever seen him. But the moment when my story begins, he had begun to doubt whether his belief in the matter was correct. And, as he went on thinking, he became more and more assured that he had seen his father somewhere about six years before, as near as a thoughtful boy of his age could judge of the lapse of a period that would form half of that portion of his existence which was bound into one by the reticulations of memory.For there dawned upon his mind the vision of one Sunday afternoon. Betty had gone to church, and he was alone with his grandmother, reading The Pilgrims Progress to her, when, just as Christian knocked at the wicket-gate, a tap came to the street door, and he went to open it. There he saw a tall, somewhat haggard-looking man, in a shabby black coat (the vision gradually dawned upon him till it reached the minuteness of all these particulars), his hat pulled down on to his projecting eyebrows, and his shoes very dusty, as with a long journey on footit was a hot Sunday, he remembered thatwho looked at him very strangely, and without a word pushed him aside, and went straight into his grandmothers parlour, shutting the door behind him. He followed, not doubting that the man must have a right to go there, but questioning very much his right to shut him out. When he reached the door, however, he found it bolted; and outside he had to stay all alone, in the desolate remainder of the house, till Betty came home from church...

It was a gray, windy noon in the beginning of autumn. The sky and the sea were almost of the same color, and that not a beautiful one. The edge of the horizon where they met was an edge no more, but a bar thick and blurred, across which from the unseen came troops of waves that broke into white crests, the flying manes of speed, as they rushed at, rather than ran towards the shore: in their eagerness came out once more the old enmity between moist and dry. The trees and the smoke were greatly troubled, the former because they would fain stand still, the latter because it would fain ascend, while the wind kept tossing the former and beating down the latter. Not one of the hundreds of fishing boats belonging to the coast was to be seen; not a sail even was visible; not the smoke of a solitary steamer ploughing its own miserable path through the rain-fog to London or Aberdeen. It was sad weather and depressing to not a few of the thousands come to Burcliff to enjoy a holiday which, whether of days or of weeks, had looked short to the labor weary when first they came, and was growing shorter and shorter, while the days that composed it grew longer and longer by the frightful vitality of dreariness. Especially to those of them who hated work, a day like this, wrapping them in a blanket of fog, whence the water was every now and then squeezed down upon them in the wettest of all rains, seemed a huge bite snatched by that vague enemy against whom the grumbling of the world is continually directed out of the cake that by every right and reason belonged to them. For were they not born to be happy, and how was human being to fulfill his destiny in such circumstances?...