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    The Uncrowned King
    The Uncrowned King
    The Uncrowned King
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    The Uncrowned King

    By Harold Bell Wright

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    Dodo Collections brings you another classic from Bell Wright Harold, ‘The Uncrowned King.’
     
    The Uncrowned King is a beautiful allegory about life, religion, and how we perceive it all.
     
    Harold Bell Wright was a best selling American author of the first part of the 20th century.
     
    Between 1903 and 1942, this minister-turned-author wrote nineteen books, several scripts for stage plays, and several magazine articles. At least fifteen movies were made from his novels. Seven of Wright's books appeared on the top ten best sellers lists, two of them twice, including a number one seller in 1914, a number two in 1916 and a third best seller three times.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDead Dodo Presents Harold Wright
    Release dateSep 14, 2015
    ISBN9781508027126
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      The Uncrowned King - Harold Bell Wright

      THE UNCROWNED KING

      ..................

      Harold Bell Wright

      DODO COLLECTIONS

      Thank you for reading. In the event that you appreciate this book, please consider sharing the good word(s) by leaving a review, or connect with the author.

      This book is a work of fiction; its contents are wholly imagined.

      All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

      Copyright © 2015 by Harold Bell Wright

      Interior design by Pronoun

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Pilgrim and His Pilgrimage

      The Voice of the Waves

      The Voice of the Evening Wind

      The Voice of the Night

      The Voice of the New Day

      THE PILGRIM AND HIS PILGRIMAGE

      ..................

      FOR MANY, MANY, WEARY MONTHS the Pilgrim journeyed in the wide and pathless Desert of Facts. So many indeed were the months that the wayworn Pilgrim, himself, came at last to forget their number.

      And always, for the Pilgrim, the sky by day was a sky of brass, softened not by so much as a wreath of cloud mist. Always, for him, the hot air was stirred not by so much as the lift of a wild bird’s wing. Never, for him, was the awful stillness of the night broken by voice of his kind, by foot-fall of beast, or by rustle of creeping thing. For the toiling Pilgrim in the vast and pathless Desert of Facts there was no kindly face, no friendly fire. Only the stars were many—many and very near.

      Day after day, as the Pilgrim labored onward, through the torturing heat, under the sky of brass, he saw on either hand lakes of living waters and groves of many palms. And the waters called him to their healing coolness: the palms beckoned him to their restful shade and shelter. Night after night, in the dreadful solitude, frightful Shapes came on silent feet out of the silent darkness to stare at him with doubtful, questioning, threatening eyes; drawing back at last, if he stood still, as silently as they had come, or, if he advanced, vanishing quickly, only to reappear as silently in another place.

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