L. Adams Beck


Titles in Fiction category:

  • Fire of Beauty

    (Salutation to Ganesa the Lord of Wisdom, and to Saraswate the Lady of Sweet Speech!)

  • Interpreter. A Romance of the East, The    

    There are strange things in this story, but, so far as I understand them, I tell the truth. If you measure the East with a Western foot-rule you will say, "Impossible." I should have said it myself.

Titles in Short Stories category:

  • Building of the Taj Mahal, The    

    In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful- the Smiting! A day when the soul shall know what it has sent on or kept back. A day when no soul shall control aught for another. And the bidding belongs to God.

  • Hatred of the Queen. A Story of Burma, The

    Most wonderful is the Irawadi, the mighty river of Burma. In all the world elsewhere is no such river, bearing the melted snows from its mysterious sources in the high places of the mountains. The dawn rises upon its league. wide flood; the moon walks upon it with silver feet. It is the pulsing ...

  • How Great is the Glory of Kwannon!

    (O Lovely One-O thou Flower! With Thy beautiful face, with Thy beautiful eyes, pour light upon the world! Adoration to Kwannon.)

  • Incomparable Lady. A Story of China With a Moral, The

    It is recorded that when the Pearl Empress (his mother) asked of the philosophic Yellow Emperor which he considered the most beautiful of the Imperial concubines, he replied instantly: "The Lady A-Kuei": and when the Royal Parent in profound astonishment demanded bow this could be, having regar ...

  • Ninth Vibration, The

    There is a place uplifted nine thousand feet in purest air where one of the most ancient tracks in the world runs from India into Tibet. It leaves Simla of the Imperial councils by a stately road; it passes beyond, but now narrowing, climbing higher beside the khuds or steep drops to the precip ...

  • Round-Faced Beauty, The

    In the city of Chang-an music filled the palaces, and the festivities of the Emperor were measured by its beat. Night, and the full moon swimming like a gold-fish in the garden lakes, gave the signal for the Feather Jacket and Rainbow Skirt dances. Morning, with the rising sun, summoned the cou ...