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This is what happened.
Little Man, What Now?
Five minutes past four. A neatly dressed, fair-haired young man stands in front of No. 24 Rothenb
Doc Savage: His Apocalyptic Life
I could find out how the weather was on Friday, February 15, 1933, by checking an almanac.
Gods of Riverworld
Loga had cracked like an egg.
Tarzan Alive
This is a biography of a living person.
The Dark Heart of Time
Tarzan did not hear the hunters coming toward him through the rain forest of the African afternoon.
The Other Log of Phileas Fogg
How much did Jules Verne know of the real story behind Around the World in Eighty Days?
To Your Scattered Bodies Go
His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him. He had cried out, "My G
Picture of Jeffery Farnol
Another Day
This narrative should begin with the death-sob of Red Rory as the murderous bullet smote him from li
Gyfford of Weare
The flash of a face glimpsed beyond opening door, a puff of breath, and the candle, suddenly extingu
Our Admirable Betty
"The Major, mam, the Major has a truly wonderful 'ead!" said Sergeant Zebedee Tring as he stood, ham
The Amateur Gentleman
John Barty, ex-champion of England and landlord of the 'Coursing Hound,' sat screwed round in his ch
The Broad Highway
As I sat of an early summer morning in the shade of a tree, eating fried bacon with a tinker, the
The Definite Object
In the writing of books, as all the world knows, two things are above all other things essential--
The Jade of Destiny
The Captain gave his battered hat the true swashbuckling cock, cast his ragged cloak about him with
The Loring Mystery
The clock of St. Clement Danes was chiming the hour of eleven as Mr. Gillespie, folding up the brief
The Money Moon
When Sylvia Marchmont went to Europe, George Bellew being, at the same time, desirous of testing his
The Siege of Krishnapur
Anyone who has never before visited Krishnapur, and who approaches from the east, is likely to think
The Studs Lonigan Trilogy
In New Haven, Conn., when I was growing up, there were two sorts of Irish. There were the "drugst
City of Ice
They called themselves Wolverines.
Second Generation
Pete Lomas' mackerel drifter was an old, converted, coal-fired steam tug of a hundred and twenty-t
The Establishment
Cohen, a large, heavyset man of forty-three, was gradually losing his patience, and that would be
William Faulkner 1949
A Fable
Long before the first bugles sounded from the barracks within the city and the cantonments surroun
Absalom, Absalom!
From a little after two o'clock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that – a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that sight and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them
As I Lay Dying
Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file.
Go Down, Moses
Isaac McCaslin, 'Uncle Ike', past seventy and nearer eighty than he ever corroborated any more, a wi
Intruder in the Dust
It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beuachamp though
Light in August
Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount the hill toward her, Lena thinks, "I have come f
"The sex instinct," repeated Mr. Talliaferro in his careful cockney, with that smug complacence wi
For a full minutes Jiggs stood before the window in a light splatter of last night's confetti lyin
Requiem for a Nun
The courthouse is less old than the town, which began somewhere under the turn of the century as a
From behind the screen of bushes which surrounded the spring, Popeye watched the man drinking.
As usual, old man Falls had brought John Sartoris into the room with him, had walked three miles i
Soldier's Pay
Lowe, Julian, number, -----, late a Flying Cadet, Umptieth Squadron, Air Service, known as "One Wi
The Hamlet
Frenchman's Bend was a section of rich river-bottom country lying twenty miles southeast of Jeffer
The Mansion
The jury said "Guilty" and the Judge said "Life" but he didn't hear them.
The Reivers
  This is the kind of a man Boon Hogganbeck was. Hung on the wall,
The Sound and the Fury
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
The Town
  I wasn't born yet so it was Cousin Gowan who was there and big e
The Unvanquished
Behind the smokehouse that summer, Ringo and I had a living map. Although Vicksburg was just a ha
The Wild Palms
The knocking sounded again, at once discreet and peremptory, while the doctor was descending the s
The Family
The only thing the Family managed to retain from the prolific line of their noble ancestors was a
Challenger's Hope
'Carry on!'
Fisherman's Hope
'But Vasily's a Russian, and we're short on Eurasians.'
Midshipman's Hope
'Stand to!' I roared, but I was too late; even as Alexi and Sandy snapped to attention, Hibernia's t
Prisoner's Hope
Admiral Tremaine drew himself up, jowls pursed in indignation.
Voices of Hope
In the soft summer evening, Senator Richard Boland paced the den of out Washington compound.
Edna Ferber
All the Venables sat at Sunday dinner.
Come and Get It
Down the stairway of his house came Barney Glasgow on his way to breakfast.
This March day the vast and brassy sky, always spangled with the silver glint of airplanes, roared
Ice Palace
Every third woman you passed on Gold Street in Baranof was young, pretty, and pregnant. The men,
Saratoga Trunk
They were interviewing Clint Maroon.
Show Boat
Bizarre as was the name she bore, Kim Ravenal always said she was thankful it had been no worse.
So Big
Until her was almost ten the name stuck to him.
All This, and Heaven Too
And Now Tomorrow
It was years since I had set foot in the ell storeroom. But yesterday Aunt Em sent me there on an
Hitty Her First Hundred Years
The antique shop is very still now. Theobold and I have it all to ourselves, for he cuckoo clock was
Time Out of Mind
I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of
Bridget Jones's Diary
I will not drink more than fourteen alcohol unit a week.
Henry Fielding
Joseph Andrews
It is a trite but true observation that examples work more forcibly on the mind than precepts, and i
Tom Jones
An author ought to consider himself, not as a gentleman who gives a private or eleemosynary treat,
About Time
The presidents of the New York Central and the New York, New Haven and Hartford railroads will swear
Assault on a Queen
From the lobby of the little resort hotel on Fire Island, New York, a man in blue swimming trunks wa
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
I warn you that what you're starting to read is full of loose ends and unanswered questions.
Time and Again
In shirt-sleeves, the way I generally worked, I sat sketching a <br />bar of soap taped to an upper corn
 Bruno Fischer
Murder in the Raw
The first time I saw her she was in trouble.
The Lady Kills
The first time I saw the publisher's daughter she wore slippers and a couple of scant strips of blac
The Pigskin Bag
I phoned Redfern Motors from a drugstore on Flatbush Avenue.
Dorothy Canfield Fisher
The Brimming Cup
Lounging idly in the deserted little waiting-room was the usual shabby, bored, lonely ticket-selle
The Home-Maker
She was scrubbing furiously at a line of grease spots which led from the stove towards the door to
Janet fitch 2006
White Oleander
The Santa Anas blew hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of
F Scott Fitzgerald 1921
Tender Is the Night
On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian bor
The Beautiful and the Damned
In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Gho
The Great Gatsby
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over
The Last Tycoon
Though I haven't ever been on the screen I was brought up in pictures. Rudolph Valentino came to
This Side of Paradise
Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made
Me and My Little Brain
On the second Monday of September in 1897 I was sitting on top of the world.
More Adventures of the Great Brain
There were two good reasons for the people in Adenville to celebrate Christmas in 1896 besides the b
The Great Brain
Most everyone in Utah remembers 1896 as the year the territory became a state.
The Great Brain at the Academy
When my brother Tom began telling people in Adenville, Utah, that he had a great brain everybody lau
The Great Brain Does it Again
My brother Tom knew the A, B, C's, could write numbers from one to one hundred, spell a lot of words
The Great Brain Reforms
My brother Tom and eldest brother Sweyn arrived home for summer vacation on Sunday, June 5, 1898.
The Return of the Great Brain
During the first week of August in the year 1898 a trial was held in Adenville, Utah.
Gustave Flaubert young
Madame Bovary
We were at prep, when the head came in, followed by a new boy not in uniform and a school-servant ca
Three Tales
Julian's father and mother lived in a castle with a forest round it, on the slope of a hill.
Three Tales
Madame Aubain's servant Felicite was the envy of the ladies of Pont-l'Eveque for half a century.
Three Tales
The citadel of Machaerus rose east of the Dead Sea on a basalt Peak shaped like a cone, girdled by
 John Fleischman
Phineas Gage
The most unlucky/lucky moment in the life of Phineas Gage is only a minute or two away.
Casino Royale
The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.
Most motorcars are conglomerations (this is a long word for bundles) of steel and wire and rubber an
James Bond, wth two double bourbons inside him, sat back in the final departure lounge of Miami Airp
The Man with the Golden Gun
The Secret Service holds much that is kept secret even from very senior officers in the organizati
You Only Live Twice
The geisha called "Trembling Leaf," on her knees beside James Bond, leant forward from the waist a
 Charles Bracelen Flood
Love Is a Bridge
Colonel Pemmerton sat in his favorite armchair, a fairly stiff, dark red armchair. His eyes dutif
 Jane Flory
Ramshackle Roost
The second week of June 1922 was too early for a heat wave, but early or not, it certainly was scorc
Ken Follett - Credit - Barbara Follett
Eye of the Needle
It was the coldest winter for forty-five years. Villages in the English countryside were cut off
Night Over Water
It was the most romantic plane ever made.
On Wings of Eagles
It all started on December 5, 1978.
  Jay Coburn, Director of Personnel for EDS Corpo
The Key to Rebecca
The last camel collapsed at noon. It was the five-year-old white bull he had bought in Gialo, the
The Man from St. Petersburg
It was a slow Sunday afternoon, the kind Walden loved. He stood at an open window and looked acro
The Pillars of the Earth
In a broad valley, at the foot of a sloping hillside, beside a clear bubbling stream, Tom was buil
The Civil War
It was a Monday in Washington, January 21; Jefferson Davis rose from his seat in the Senate.
Parade's End
The two young men--they were of the English public official class--sat in the perfectly appointed
The Good Soldier
This is the saddest story I have ever heard. We had known the Ashburnhams for nine seasons of the
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How Much for Just the Planet?
The Officer's Mess of the starship USS Enterprise was a small, rather cozy room, with comfortable ch
Paul Leicester Ford (1902)
Janice Meredith
"Alonzo now once more found himself upon an element that had twice proved destructive to his ha
Brown on Resolution
Leading Seaman Albert Brown lay dying on Resolution.
Death to the French
Half a dozen horsemen were picking their way up a breakneck path.
Hornblower During the Crisis
Hornblower was expecting the knock on the door, because he had seen through his cabin window enough
Hornblower Goes to Sea
A January gale was roaring up the Channel, blustering loudly, and bearing in its bosom rain squalls
Payment Deferred
"Be quiet, children," said Mrs. Marble.
Randall and the River of Time
Randall was asleep in his chicken-wire bed in the company headquarters dugout.
The African Queen
Although she herself was ill enough to justify being in bed had she been a person weak-minded enough
The Captain from Connecticut
Although it was mid-afternoon it was nearly as dark as a summer night.
The General
Nowadays Lieutenant-General Sir Herbert Curzon, K.C.M.G., C.B., D.S.O., is just one of Bournemouth's
The Good Shepherd
In that hour after dawn the horizon did not seem far away.
The Gun
A defeated army was falling back through the mountains from Espinosa.
The Man in the Yellow Raft
In United States destroyer Boon the babies had grown into adolescents overnight apparently, and all
The Peacemaker
Doctor Edward Pethwick, mathematics and physics master at the Liverpool School, was sitting at a win
The Sky and the Forest
There had been much rain during the night, and the morning air was still saturated with moisture, he
E. M. Forster von Dora Carrington, 1924-25
A Passage to India
Except for the Marabar Caves - and they are twenty miles off - the city of Chandrapore presents noth
A Room with a View
"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us
Howards End
One may as well begin with Helen's letters to her sister.
Where Angels Fear to Tread
They were all at Charing Cross to see Lilia off--Philip, Harriet, Irma, Mrs. Herriton herself.
Frederick Forsyth - 01
It was the summer when the price of a small loaf of bread topped a million roubles
The Day of the Jackal
It was cold at 6:40 in the morning of a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is ab
The Devil's Alternative
The castaway would have been dead before sundown but for the sharp eyes of an Italian seaman calle
The Dogs of War
There were no stars that night on the bush airstrip, nor any moon; just the West African darkness
The Fourth Protocol
The man in gray decided to take the Glen Suite of diamonds at midnight. Provided they were still
The Odessa File
There was a thin robin's-egg-blue dawn coming up over Tel Aviv when the intelligence analyst finis
Daniel Martin
Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation.
The French Lieutenant's Woman
An easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay -- Lyme Bay being that largest byte from the u
The Magus
I was born in 1927, the only child of middle-class parents, both English, and themselves born in t
 James M Fox
The Lady Regrets
As far as I'm concerned, it never pays to speculate about the laws and principles of fate, if any.
The Heart of the Hills
Twin spirals of blue smoke rose on either side of the spur, crept tendril-like up two dark ravines
The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come
The days of that April had been days of mist and rain. Sometimes, for hours, there would come a m
The Trail of the Lonesome Pine
She sat at the base of the big tree--her little sunbonnet pushed back, her arms locked about her k
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The Corrections
The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terribl
Black Ajax
The black man is dying, but neither he nor any of the other men in the barn suspects it.
Flashman and the Tiger
You don't know Blowitz, probably never heard of him even, which is your good luck, although I dare s
McAuslan in the Rough
Fort Yarhuna lies away to the south, on the edge of the big desert.
Quartered Safe Out Here
It is satisfying, and at the same time slightly eerie, to read in an official military history of an
The General Danced at Dawn
Our coal bunker is old, and it stands beneath an ivy hedge, so that when I go to it in wet weather,
Sweet Dreams
A man sits in his car at the traffic lights, waiting for them to go green.
Cold Mountain
At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. Inman's eyes and the long wound at his nec
No Time for Tears
Winter was a time to be feared. It meant hunger and idleness. It came upon them like a plague, a
 Harold Webber Freeman
Joseph and His Brethren
The black soil of the hillside field glistened coldly in the meagre rays of the westering sun whic
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