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Tuck Everlasting
The road that led to Treegap had been trod out long before by a herd of cows who were, to say the least, relaxed.
Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
There was a Master come unto the earth, born in the holy land of Indiana, raised in the mystical hills east of Fort Wayne.
Jonathon Livingston Seagull
It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.
When we met twenty-five years ago, I was an airplane pilot entranced by flight, looking for meanings.
Irving Bacheller
A Man For The Ages
In the early summer of 1831 Samson Taylor and his wife, Sarah, and two children left their old home near the village of Vergennes, Vermont, and began their travels toward the setting sun with four chairs, a bread board and rolling-pin, a feather bed and blankets, a small looking-glass, a skillet, an axe, a pack basket with a pad of sole leather on the same, a water pail, a box of dishes, a tub of salt pork, a rifle, a teapot, a sack of meal, sundry small provisions and a violin, in a double wagon drawn by oxen.
D'ri and I
A poet may be a good companion, but, so far as I know, he is ever the worst of fathers.
Eben Holden
Of all the people that ever went west that expedition was the most remarkable.
The Light in the Clearing
Once upon a time I owned a watermelon.
  (Also known as: Stephen King)
The Regulators
Poplar Street/3:45 P.M./July 15, 1996. Summer's here.
We live in the era of instancy.
The telephone call came when I was down by the big circular pool chatting up the two frauleins I had cut out of the herd.
I was tired when I got off the bus at Fort Farrell.
Night of Error
I heard of the way my brother died on a wet and gloomy afternoon in London.
The Enemy
I met Penelope Ashton at a party thrown by Tom Packer.
The Snow Tiger
The great hall was unexpectedly and floridly magnificent.
The Spoilers
She lay on the bed in an abandoned attitude, oblivious of the big men crowding the room and making it appear even smaller than it was.
( with )
Archie DuPage opened the door, but a blast of trumpets rang down <br />the corridor and drove him back i
Seven Days in May
( with )
The parking lot stretched away to the north, cheerless and <br />vacant. Its monotonous acres of concret
  (Also known as: Irene Temple Bailey)
The Blue Window
Hildegarde had always known that her mother was different from the others, but she had not known why.
The Dim Lantern
Sherwood Park is twelve miles from Washington.
The Tin Soldier
The lights shining through the rain on the smooth street made of it a golden river.
Nicholson Baker - headshot
The Everlasting Story of Nory
Eleanor Winslow was a nine-year-old girl from America with straight brown bangs and brown eyes.
The Christmas Train
Tom Langdon was a journalist, a globetrotting one, because it was in his blood to roam widely.
The Simple Truth
At this prison the doors are inches thick, steel; once factory smooth, they now carry multiple dents.
James baldwin
Another Country
He was facing Seventh Avenue, at Times Square.
Go Tell It to the Mountain
Everyone had always said that John would be a preacher when he grew up, just like his father.
The Rockpile
Other boys were to be seen there each afternoon after school and all day Saturday and Sunday.
Robert Michael Ballantyne
The Coral Island
Roving has always been, and still is, my ruling passion, the joy of my heart, the very sunshine of my existence.
The Unlimited Dream Company
In the first place, why did I steal the aircraft?
The Salt Eaters
"Are you sure, sweetheart, that you want to be well?"
The Crow Road
It was the day my grandmother exploded.
Use of Weapons
Tell me, what is happiness?
The Indian in the Cupboard
It was not that Omri didn't appreciate Patrick's birthday present to him.
Russell banks 2011
Upon waking this cold, gray morning from a troubled sleep, I realized for the hundredth time, but th
Portrait of Florence L. Barclay
The Rosary
The peaceful stillness of an English summer after-noon brooded over the park and gardens at Overdene
Wesley glanced behind him. Two people followed, but at a sensible distance.
Pat Barker
I am making this statement as an act of willful defiance of military authority, because I believe th
Caesar's Bicycle
Chrysamen was looking sad, and since she has huge dark eyes, she's good at looking sad.
I am not an imaginative or adventurous person.
  (Also known as: Dan Kavanagh)
Flaubert's Parrot
Six North Africans were playing boules beneath Flaubert's statue. Clean cracks sounded over the grum
Within This Present
As Mr. Horace Sewall cleared his bearded throat, pushed back his carved armchair, placed his damask
Years of Grace
Little Jane Ward sat at her father's left hand at the family breakfast table, her sleek, brown pigta
 Mabel Barnes-Grundy
Patricia Plays a Part
"Are you listening, or have you both suddenly become deaf?"
I had lost my faith, Josephus.
James Matthew Barrie00
A Window in Thrums
On the bump of green round which the brae twists, at the top of the brae, and within cry of T'nowhea
Dear Brutus
Scene: - LOB's house - the drawing room at Sinister Warren, LOB's house in a remote part of England.
Peter Pan
All children, except one, grow up.
  (Also known as: Elizabeth Louisa Beck, Lily Adams Beck, Elizabeth Louisa Moresby)
Glorious Apollo
The Nemesis of the Byron ill-luck had pursued him from birth, and yet on that day one would have tho
At this point I interrupted my sister as usual to say, "You have a way with words, Scheherazade."
Giles Goat-Boy
George is my name; my deeds have been heard of in Tower Hall, and my childhood has been chronicled i
The Sot-Weed Factor
In the last years of the seventeenth century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the L
The View From Pompey's Head
It was one of the grievances of the business element of Pompey's Head that the all-pullman train fro
Baum 1911
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.
Grand Hotel
The Hall Porter was a little white about the gills as he came out of No. 7 box. He went for his cap
Bundesarchiv B 145 Bild-F062164-0004, Bonn, Heinrich Böll
The Clown
It was dark by the time I reached Bonn, and I forced myself not to succumb to the series of mechanical actions which had taken hold of me in five years of traveling back and forth: down the station steps, up the station steps, put down my suitcase, take my ticket out of my coat pocket, pick up my suitcase, hand in my ticket, cross over to the newstand, buy the evening newspaper, go outside and signal for a taxi.
Rex Beach wearing a stetson
The Barrier
Many men were in debt to the trader at Flambeau and many counted him as a friend.
The Net
The train from Palermo was late. Already long, shadowy fingers were reaching down the valleys across
The Silver Horde
The trail to Kalvik leads down from the northward mountains over the tundra which flanks the tide fl
The Spoilers
Glenister gazed out over the harbor, agleam with the lights of anchored ships, then up at the crenel
Ismael Beah retouched
A Long Way Gone
My high school friends have begun to suspect I haven't told them the full story of my life.
Greg Bear
Darwin's Radio
The flat sky spread over the black and gray mountains like a stage backdrop, the color of a dog's pale crazy eye.
Dinosaur Summer
On the last day of school, after walking to the old brownstone building on 85th where they had an apartment, Peter's father told him that they would be going away for a few months.
 Stephen Becker
The Chinese Bandit
That summer they hanged a fat man at the Western Gate as a warning and example to all.
Samuel Beckett, Pic, 1
A voice comes to one in the dark.
Malone Dies
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an amb
The Unnamable
Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning.
Max Beerbohm 1901 retouched
Zuleika Dobson
That old bell, presage of a train, had just sounded through Oxford station; and the undergraduates w
  (Also known as: Heinrich Hauer)
Kings Row
Spring came late in the year 1890, so it came more violently, and the fullness of its burgeoning hei
Edward Bellamy - photograph c.1889
Looking Backward
I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857.
Saul Bellow, 1990 (cropped)
Henderson the Rain King
What made me take this trip to Africa? There is no quick explanation. Things got worse and worse and
If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me thought Moses Herzog.
Humboldt's Gift
The book of ballads published by Von Humboldt Fleisher in Thirties was an immediate hit.
Mr. Sammler's Planet
Shortly after dawn, or what would have been dawn in a normal sky, Mr. Artur Sammler with his bushy e
The Adventures of Augie March
I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent.
The Victim
On some nights New York is as hot as Bangkok.
In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines
The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tai
The Deep
In sea water more than a few feet deep, blood is green. Water filters the light from above, seeming
The buried the great King as twilight streaked the west crimson.
Edwin Clayhanger stood on the steep-sloping, red-bricked canal bridge, in the valley between Bursley
The Old Wives' Tale
Those two girls, Constance and Sophia Baines, paid no need to the manifold interest of their situati
Bill Bennett by Gage Skidmore
The Book of Virtues
In self-discipline one makes a "disciple" of oneself. One is one's own teacher, trainer, coach, and
The Moral Compass
All children need bread and shelter. But a true home, of course, is much more than that. Children al
E. F. Benson
Though there was nothing visibly graceful about Michael Comber, he apparently had the art of giving
He meant to see Mary that morning, reflected Will Oldroyd as his father rode away up the frozen lane
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
He was tall, about fifty, with darkly handsome, almost sinister features: a neatly trimmed mustache,
Never Change
You know people like me. I'm the one who sat on a folding chair out in the hall with a cigar box on
Talk Before Sleep
This morning, before I came to Ruth's house, I made yet another casserole for my husband and my daug
Little Big Man
I am a white man and never forgot it, but I was brought up by the Cheyenne Indians from the age of t
The Big Kiss-Off of 1944,
t was a Thursday morning and I had lots to do, like sip black coffee out of a blackboard container a
Louis de Bernieres
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Dr Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse.
Walter Besant by Barraud c1880s
The Golden Butterfly
( with )
The largest and most solid of all the substantial houses in Carnarvon Square, Bloomsbury, is Number
The Demolished Man
Explosion! Concussion! The vault doors burst open. And deep inside, the money is racked ready for pi
The Stars My Destination
This was a Golden Age, a time of high adventure, rich living, and hard dying ... but nobody thought
  (Also known as: John Wyndham)
The Secret People
Late one September afternoon the inhabitants of Algiers discovered that they could suffer from a new
An Occurence At Owl Creek Bridge
A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty fee
Tara Road
Ria's mother had always been very fond of film stars. It was a matter of sadness to her that Clark G
Chasing The Sea
The night was hot or cold, depending on where one stood.
Lorna Doone
If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I, John Ridd, of the parish of Oare, in the coun
Bill Blatty 2009
The Excorcist
Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginnin
The Exorcist
Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginn
  (Also known as: Ross Thomas)
No Questions Asked
The only thing in the mail that day of any interest was the eviction notice.
The Highbinders
The carnation made me feel silly.
A Dance at the Slaughterhouse
Midway into the fifth round the kid in the blue trunks rocked his opponent with a solid left to the
A Long Line of Dead Men
It must have been around nine o'clock when the old man stood up and tapped his spoon against the bow
A Stab in the Dark
I didn't see him coming.
A Ticket to the Boneyard
New York had a cold snap that year right around the time of the World Series.
A Walk Among the Tombstones
On the last Thursday in March, somewhere between ten-thirty and eleven in the morning, Francine Khou
Burglars Can't Be Choosers
A handful of minutes after nine I hoisted my Bloomingdale's shopping bag and moved out of a doorway
Eight Million Ways to Die
I saw her entrance.
Even the Wicked
On a Tuesday night in August I was sitting in the living room with TJ, watching two guys hit each ot
Everybody Dies
Andy Buckley said, "Jesus Christ," and braked the Cadillac to a stop.
Hit Man
Keller flew United to Portland.
In the Midst of Death
October is about as good as the city gets.
Out On The Cutting Edge
When I imagine it, it is always a perfect summer day, with the sun high in a vivid blue sky.
The Burglar Who Liked to Quote Kipling
I suppose he must have been in his early twenties.
The Burglar Who Studied Spinoza
Around five-thirty I put down the book I'd been reading and started shooing customers out of the sto
The Canceled Czech
For a crow, the cities of Vienna and Prague are just a shade over 150 miles apart.
The Devil Knows You're Dead
On the last Thursday in September, Lisa Holtzmann went shopping on Ninth Avenue.
The Sins of the Fathers
He was a big man, about my height with a little more flesh on his heavy frame.
The Thief Who Couldn't Sleep
The Turks have dreary jails.
The Topless Tulip Caper
As I started through the door a man stepped in front of me and stood there like the front four of th
Time to Murder and Create
For seven consecutive Fridays I got telephone calls from him.
When the Sacred Ginmill Closes
The windows at Morrissey's were painted black.
The Closing of the American Mind
There is one thing a professor can be absolutely certain of: almost every student entering the un
Are You There God, It's Me Margaret
Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. We're moving today. I'm so scared God. I've never lived anywhe
Summer Sisters
Victoria's world shook for the first time on the day Caitlin Somers sashayed up to her desk, plunked
The League of Gentlemen
The first of the registered packages was received by Peter Race.
Thomas Alexander Browne
Robbery Under Arms
My name's Dick Marston, Sydney-side native. I'm twenty-nine years old, six feet in my stocking so
Jorge Luis Borges 1951, by Grete Stern
I owe the discovery of Uqbar to the conjunction of a mirror and an encyclopedia.
Private Worlds
Jane Everest glanced about her sitting-room to see if she hadn't an excuse for moving about in it.
The Mortal Storm
When Freya woke up, she felt as if she were recovering from a long and painful illness, out of the
The Death of the Heart
That morning's ice, no more than a brittle film, had cracked and was now floating in segments. Th
The Heat of the Day
That Sunday, from six o'clock in the evening, it was a Viennese orchestra that played. The season
Verdict in Blood
When the phone on my bedside table shrilled in the early hours of Labour Day morning, I had the rece
The Sheltering Sky
He awoke, opened his eyes.
T. C. Boyle, Leipziger Buchmesse 2009-1
Talk Talk
She was running late, always running late, a failing of hers, she knew it, but then she couldn't find her purse and once she did manage to locate it (underneath her blue corduroy jacket on the coat tree in the front hall), she couldn't find her keys.
The Road to Wellville
Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, inventor of the cornflake and peanut butter, not to mention caramel-cereal
The History Man
Now it is the autumn again; the people are all coming back.
Ray Bradbury (1975) -cropped-
Fahrenheit 451
It was a pleasure to burn.
Something Wicked this Way Comes
First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But there
The Martian Chronicles
One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icic
Lady Audley's Secret
It lay down in a hollow, rich with fine old timber and luxuriant pastures; and you came upon it th
Sleep eluded her.
  She lay in the darkness, trying to empty her head of every thou
To Be the Best
Paula walked into her private office at the London store with her usual briskness, and after remov
To Be the Best
Paula left Pennistone Royal just before dawn.
Mists of Avalon
Even in high summer, Tintagel was a haunted place; Igraine, Lady of Duke Gorlois, looked out over th
Homecoming: Reclaiming and Championing Your Inner Child
I couldn't believe I could be so childish. I was 40 years old and I had raged and screamed until
Room at the Top
I came to Warley on a wet September morning with the sky grey of Guiseley sandstone.
 Jay Brandon
Stairwell Justice
"Motion to have the jury killed, Your Honor."
  "Come now, counsel," said kindly old
A Confederate General from Big Sur
When I first heard about Big Sur I didn't know that it was a member of the Confederate States of Ame
Trout Fishing in America
Expressing a human need, I've always wanted to write a book that ended with the word Mayonnaise.
Jimmy Breslin at the 2008 Brooklyn Book Festival
The Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight
The idea for the six-day bike race came out of a meeting held in November, in Brooklyn, in the off
Europa: The Days of Ignorance
The old fellow who was cadging drinks from me the other night at the Cafe Royal told me he had kno
Don't Go Near the Water
In peacetime Lieutenant Commander Clinton T. Nash had been in charge of a Merill Lynch, Pierce, Fe
Milly-Molly-Mandy Storybook
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had a Father, a Mother, and a Grandpa, and a Grandma,
Jubilee Trail
In the summer of 1844, Garnet Cameron graduated from Miss Wayne's Select Academy for Young Ladies.
24 Hours
Dinner was finished at last and old Hector Champion sat like Lucullus, white and bloated, fingerin
A Good Woman
She found the letter when she returned to the slate-colored house from the regular monthly meeting
Mrs. Parkington
Outside the snow was falling, thickly in great wet flakes, so that the sound of the traffic on Par
Night in Bombay
His luggage was all ready to be taken ashore, his cabin in order and now he stood on the upper dec
The Farm
Johnny's earliest memory of the Farm was filled with snow and the sound of sleighbells.
The Rains Came
It was the hour of the day that Ransome loved best and he sat on the verandah now, drinking brandy
The Strange Case of Miss Annie Spragg
It was a broiling afternoon of mid-August in Brinoe and everybody who was anybody had long ago qui
Agnes Grey
My father was a clergyman of the north of England, who was deservedly respected by all who knew him;
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
You must go back with me to the autumn of 1827.
Jane Eyre
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
Of late years, an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the north of England: they lie very
The Professor
The other day, in looking over my papers, I found in my desk the following copy of a letter, sent by
My godfather lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
Wuthering Heights
1801-- I have just returned from a visit to my landlord -- the solitary neighbor that I shall be tro
Terry Brooks
Star Wars: Episode 1, The Phantom Menace
  The suns burned down out of a cloudless blue sky, washing the vast dese
Dan Brown bookjacket cropped
The Da Vinci Code
Renowned curator Jacques Sauni?re staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Galler
Rubyfruit Jungle
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door . . .
The Screaming Mimi
You can never tell what a drunken Irishman will do.
Goodnight Moon
In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon.
Rubyfruit Jungle
No one remembers her beginnings.
Venus Envy
Dying's not so bad. At least I won't have to answer the telephone.
Sandra brown 2009
The Alibi
P The scream rent the air-conditioned silence of the hotel corridor.

1  He noticed her the moment she stepped into the pavilion.
Stand on Zanzibar
Stock cue SOUND: "Presenting SCANALYZER, Engrelay Satelserv's unique thrice-per-day study
Young Man of Manhattan
You have seen him, perhaps, where the bands are playing and the pennants flying and the people che
Steven Brust at Fourth Street Fantasy Convention in 2012
Freedom and Necessity
( with )
Mr Roebuck also begged to enter his protest against this ill-considered and crude piece of legislati
 Rock Bryner
The Domesday Report
Terry Bancroft arrived at her office above Fifth Avenue early on the Monday following New Year's Day
Bill Bryson edit
Notes From a Small Island
There are certain idiosyncratic notions that you quitely come to accept when you live for a long tim
A Prince of the Captivity
On a warm June evening three men were sitting in the smoking-room of a London club.
The Courts of the Morning
The story begins, so far as I am concerned, in the August of 19--, when I had for the second time a
The Dancing Floor
Romance (he said) is a word I am shy of using.
The Magic Walking Stick
When Bill came back for long-leave that autumn half, he had before him a complicated programme of en
The Path of the King
The three of us in that winter camp in the Selkirks were talking the slow aimless talk of wearied me
The Runagates Club
A London dining-club is a curious organism, for it combines great tenacity of life with a chameleon-
 Frank Buck
Fang and Claw
Life in the jungle is a constant struggle for the survival of the fittest.
Pearl Buck 1972
Dragon Seed
Ling Tan lifted his head. Over the rice field in which he stood to his knees in water he heard hi
Wang Lung lay dying.
The Good Earth
It was Wang Lung's marriage day.
 J E Buckrose
The Good-Natured Lady
The train in which Catherine journeyed was one in which it would be a delight for the worn-out dolla
Five friends I had, and two of them snakes.
The Master and Margarita
One hot spring evening, just as the sun was going down, two men appeared at Patriarch's ponds. On
Freedom and Necessity
( with )
Mr Roebuck also begged to enter his protest against this ill-considered and crude piece of legislati
Night and Morning
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A-----. It is somewhat removed from the hi
Paul Clifford
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it
The celebrated name which forms the title to this work will sufficiently apprise the reader that i
The Caxtons
"Sir--Sir, it is a boy!"
  "A boy," said my father, looking up from his book, and evi
The Last Days of Pompeii
"Ho, Diomed, well met! Do you sup with Glaucus to-night?" said a young man of small stature, who
The Last of the Barons
Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer <br />solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broa
The Pilgrim's Progress
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and
( with )
Peter Buck walked up to the N Street entrance of the While House. It was one of the hard, decepti
The Ugly American
( with )
The Honorable Louis Sears, American Ambassador to Sarkhan, was <br />angry. Even though the airconditio
A Clockwork Orange
What's it going to be then, eh?
Somebody had to do it. Blasted Byrne Pulled out a bunch of dollars from his pocket, Escudos, francs
Earthly Powers
It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announc
Sunset Limited
I had seen a dawn like this one only twice in my life: once in Vietnam, after a Bouncing Betty ha
Frances Burnett
A Little Princess
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London th
T. Tembarom
The boys at the Brooklyn public school which he attended did not know what the "T." stood for. He
The Head of the House of Coombe
The history of the circumstances about to be related began many years ago--or so it seems in these
The Secret Garden
When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle, everybody said she was the
The Shuttle
No man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and heavy weaving from shore to shore, that it was hel
Captain Lightfoot
It is time now, I think, to tell the true story of Michael Martin, better known to the people of Ire
High Sierra
Early in the twentieth century, when Roy Earle was a happy boy on an Indiana farm, he had no idea th
George Burns Allan Warren
Gracie: A Love Story
For forty years my act consisted of one joke. And then she died.
Cold Sassy Tree
Three weeks after Granny Blakeslee died, Grandpa came to our house for his early snort of whiskey,
Tarzan at the Earth's Core
Tarzan of the Apes paused to listen and to sniff the air.
Tarzan of the Apes
I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any other.
William S. Burroughs at the Gotham Book Mart
Naked Lunch
I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil dol
Port Of Saints
When Mr. Wilson, the American Consul, arrived at his office he noticed a young man sitting by the re
Jim Butcher crop
Blood Rites
The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.
If the reader will excuse me, I will say nothing of my antecedents, nor of the circumstances which
The Way of All Flesh
When I was a small boy at the beginning of the century I remember an old man who wore knee-breeche
The Pinballs
One summer two boys and a girl went to a foster home to live together. One of the boys was Harvey. H
AS Byatt Portrait
Possession: A Romance
The book was thick and black and covered with dust.
Messer Marco Polo
The message came to me, at the second check of the hunt, that a countryman and a clansman needed m
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