Between the villages of Aubiere and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over the top of a high hill. To stand south of this ridge looking up at the highway flowing… — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits. — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Here the Frenchman, Spaniard, and Englishman all passed, leaving each his legend; and a brilliant and more or less feudal civilization with its aristocracy… — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Local color has a fatal tendency to remain local; but it is also true that the universal often borders on the void — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity. — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
In a continent but recently settled, many parts of which have as yet little historical or cultural background, the material for this volume has… — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Some of the shells brought my heart into my mouth; lying there waiting for them was intolerable. I was sure I was going to… — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
Between the villages of Aubiere and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over the top… — Hervey Allen Copy Share Image
