The Chronicles of Narnia is a series of seven high fantasy novels by author C. S. Lewis. It is considered a classic of children''s literature and is the author''s best-known work, having sold over 100 million copies in 47 languages. Written by Lewis between 1949 and 1954, and originally published in London between October 1950 and March 1956, The Chronicles of Narnia has been adapted several times, complete or in part, for radio, television, the stage, and film.
Set in the fictional realm of Narnia, a fantasy world of magic, mythical beasts, and talking animals, the series narrates the adventures of various children who play central roles in the unfolding history of that world. Except in The Horse and His Boy, the protagonists are all children from the real world, magically transported to Narnia, where they are called upon by the lion Aslan to protect Narnia from evil and restore the throne to its rightful line. The books span the entire history of Narnia, from its creation in The Magician''s Nephew to its eventual destruction in The Last Battle.
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Clive Staples Lewis （1898–1963） was one of the intellectual giants of the twentieth century and arguably one of the most influential writers of his day. He was a Fellow and Tutor in English Literature at Oxford University until 1954, when he was unanimously elected to the Chair of Medieval and Renaissance Literature at Cambridge University, a position he held until his retirement.
Lewis wrote more than thirty books, allowing him to reach a vast audience, and his works continue to attract thousands of new readers every year. C. S. Lewis''s most distinguished and popular accomplishments include Mere Christianity , Out of the Silent Planet , The Great Divorce , The Screwtape Letters, and the universally acknowledged classics in The Chronicles of Narnia . To date, the Narnia books have sold over 100 million copies and been transformed into three major motion pictures.
目錄：
BookⅠ Magician''s Nephew
Chapter 1 The Wrong Door
Chapter 2 Digory And His Uncle
Chapter 3 The Wood Between The Worlds
Chapter 4 The Bell And The Hammer
Chapter 5 The Deplorable Word
Chapter 6 The Beginning Of Uncle Andrew''s Troubles
Chapter 7 What Happened At The Front Door
Chapter 8 The Fight At The Lamp - post
Chapter 9 The Founding Of Narnia
Chapter 10 The First Joke And Other Matters
Chapter 11 Digory And His Uncle Are Both In Trouble
Chapter 12 Strawberry ''s Adventure
Chapter 13 An Unexpected Meeting
Chapter 14 The Planting Of The Tree
Chapter 15 The End Of This Story And The Beginning Of All The Others
Book Ⅱ The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe
Chapter 1 Lucy Looks Into A Wardrobe
Chapter 2 What Lucy Found There
Chapter 3 Edmund And The Wardrobe
Chapter 4 Turkish Delight
Chapter 5 Back On This Side Of The Door
Chapter 6 Into The Forest
Chapter 7 A Day With The Beavers
Chapter 8 What Happened After Dinner
Chapter 9 In The Witch'' s House
Chapter 10 The Spell Begins To Break
Chapter 11 Aslan Is Nearer
Chapter 12 Peter''s First Battle
Chapter 13 Deep Magic From The Dawn Of Time
Chapter 14 The Triumph Of The Witch
Chapter 15 Deeper Magic From Before The Dawn Of Time
Chapter 16 What Happened About The Statues
Chapter 17 The Hunting Of The White Stag
Book Ⅲ The Horse And His Boy
Chapter 1 How Shasta Set Out On His Travels
Chapter 2 A Wayside Adventure
Chapter 3 At The Gates Of Tashbaan
Chapter 4 Shasta Falls In With The Narnians
Chapter 5 Prince Corin
Chapter 6 Shasta Among The Tombs
Chapter 7 Aravis In Tashbaan
Chapter 8 In The House Of The Tisroc
Chapter 9 Across The Desert
Chapter 10 The Hermit Of The Southern March
Chapter 11 The Unwelcome Fellow Traveller
Chapter 12 Shasta In Narnia
Chapter 13 The Fight At Anvard
Chapter 14 How Bree Became A Wiser Horse
Chapter 15 Rabadash The Ridiculous
Book Ⅳ Prince Caspian
Chapter 1 The Island
Chapter 2 The Ancient Treasure House
Chapter 3 The Dwarf
Chapter 4 The Dwarf Tells Of Prince Caspian
Chapter 5 Caspian ''s Adventure In The Mountains
Chapter 6 The People That Lived In Hiding
Chapter 7 Old Narnia In Danger
Chapter 8 How They Left The Island
Chapter 9 What Lucy Saw
Chapter 10 The Return Of The Lion
Chapter 11 The Lion Roars
Chapter 12 Sorcery And Sudden Vengeance
Chapter 13 The High King In Command
Chapter 14 How All Were Very Busy
Chapter 15 Aslan Makes A Door In The Air
Volume Ⅱ
Book Ⅴ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Chapter 1 The Picture In The Bedroom
Chapter 2 On Board The Dawn Treader
Chapter 3 The Lone Islands
Chapter 4 What Caspian Did There
Chapter 5 The Storm And What Came Of It
Chapter 6 The Adventures Of Eustace
Chapter 7 How The Adventure Ended
Chapter 8 Two Narrow Escapes
Chapter 9 The Island Of The Voices
Chapter 10 The Magician''s Book
Chapter 11 The Dufflepuds Made Happy
Chapter 12 The Dark Island
Chapter 13 The Three Sleepers
Chapter 14 The Beginning Of The End Of The World
Chapter 15 The Wonders Of The Last Sea
Chapter 16 The Very End Of The World
Book Ⅵ The Silver Chair
Book Ⅶ The Last Battle
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The Wrong Door
This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our own world and the land of Narnia first began.
In those days Mr Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road. In those days, if you were a boy you had to wear a stiff Eton collar every day, and schools were usually nastier than now. But meals were nicer; and as for sweets, I won’t tell you how cheap and good they were, because it would only make your mouth water in vain. And in those days there lived in London a girl called Polly Plummer.
She lived in one of a long row of houses which were all joined together. One morning she was out in the back garden when a boy scrambled up from the garden next door and put his face over the wall. Polly was very surprised because up till now there had never been any children in that house, but only Mr Ketterley and Miss Ketterley, a brother and sister, old bachelor and old maid, living together. So she looked up, full of curiosity. The face of the strange boy was very grubby. It could hardly have been grubbier if he had first rubbed his hands in the earth, and then had a good cry, and then dried his face with his hands. As a matter of fact, this was very nearly what he had been doing.
“Hullo,” said Polly.
“Hullo,” said the boy. “What’s your name?”
“Polly,” said Polly. “What’s yours?”
“Digory,” said the boy.
“I say, what a funny name!” said Polly.
“It isn’t half so funny as Polly,” said Digory.
“Yes it is,” said Polly.
“No, it isn’t,” said Digory.
“At any rate I do wash my face,” said Polly. “Which is what you need to do; especially after—” and then she stopped. She had been going to say “After you’ve been blubbing,” but she thought that wouldn’t be polite.
“All right, I have then,” said Digory in a much louder voice, like a boy who was so miserable that he didn’t care who knew he had been crying. “And so would you,” he went on, “if you’d lived all your life in the country and had a pony, and a river at the bottom of the garden, and then been
brought to live in a beastly Hole like this.”
“London isn’t a Hole,” said Polly indignantly. But the boy was too wound up to take any notice of her, and he went on—
“And if your father was away in India—and you had to come and live with an Aunt and an Uncle who’s mad who would like that?—and if the reason was that they were looking after your Mother—and if your Mother was ill and was going to—going to—die.” Then his face went the wrong sort of shape as it does if you’re trying to keep back your tears.
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” said Polly humbly. And then, because she hardly knew what to say, and also to turn Digory’s mind to cheerful subjects, she asked:
“Is Mr Ketterley really mad?”
“Well, either he’s mad,” said Digory, “or there’s some other mystery. He has a study on the top floor and Aunt Letty says I must never go up there. Well, that looks fishy to begin with. And then there’s another thing. Whenever he tries to say anything to me at meal times—he never even tries to talk to her—she always shuts him up. She says, ‘Don’t worry the boy, Andrew’ or ‘I’m sure Digory doesn’t want to hear about that’ or else ‘Now, Digory, wouldn’t you like to go out and play in the garden?’”
“What sort of things does he try to say?”
“I don’t know. He never gets far enough. But there’s more than that. One night—it was last night in fact—as I was going past the foot of the attic stairs on my way to bed and I don’t much care for going past them either I’m sure I heard a yell.”
“Perhaps he keeps a mad wife shut up there.”
“Yes, I’ve thought of that.”
“Or perhaps he’s a coiner.”
“Or he might have been a pirate, like the man at the beginning of Treasure Island, and be always hiding from his old shipmates.”
“How exciting!” said Polly, “I never knew your house was so interesting.”
“You may think it interesting,” said Digory. “But you wouldn’t like it if you had to sleep there. How would you like to lie awake listening for Uncle Andrew’s step to come creeping along the passage to your room? And he has such awful eyes.”
That was how Polly and Digory got to know one another: and as it was just the beginning of the summer holidays and neither of them was going to the sea that year, they met nearly every day.
Their adventures began chiefly because it was one of the wettest and coldest summers there had been for years.
That drove them to do indoor things: you might say, indoor exploration. It is wonderful how much exploring you can do with a stump of candle in a big house, or in a row of houses. Polly had discovered long ago that if you opened a certain little door in the box-room attic of her house you would find the cistern and a dark place behind it which you could get into by a little careful climbing. The dark place was like a long tunnel with brick wall on one side and sloping roof on the other. In the roof there were little chunks of light between the slates. There was no floor in this tunnel: you had to step from rafter to rafter, and between them there was only plaster. If you stepped on this you would find yourself falling through the ceiling of the room below. Polly had used the bit of the tunnel just beside the cistern as a smugglers’ cave. She had brought up bits of old packing cases and the seats of broken kitchen chairs, and things of that sort, and spread them across from rafter to rafter so as to make a bit of floor. Here she kept a cash-box containing various treasures, and a story she was writing and usually a few apples. She had often drunk a quiet bottle of gingerbeer in there: the old bottles made it look more like a smugglers’ cave.
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