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Cross Stitch (Outlander 1)
It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Mrs. Baird's was like
Dragonfly in Amber
Roger Wakefield stood in the center of the room, feeling surrounded.
William Gaddis 1975
A Frolic of His Own
Justice?--You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the Law.
--Money. . . ? in a voice that rustled.
The Recognitions
Even Camilla had enjoyed masquerades, of the safe sort where the mask may be dropped at that criti
Mary Gaitskill BBF 2010 Shankbone
Two Girls, Fat and Thin
I entered the strange world of Justine Shade via a message on the bulletin board in a laundromat f
QT - Antoine Galland
Arabian Nights
Mrs. 'Arris Goes to Paris
The small, slender woman with apple-red cheeks, graying hair, and <br />shrewd, almost naughty eyes sat
The Poseidon Adventure
At seven o'clock, the morning of the 26th of December, the S.S. Poseidon, 81,000 tons, homeward boun
John Galsworthy 2
Maid in Waiting
The Bishop of Portminister was sinking fast; they had sent for his four nephews, his two nieces an
One More River
Clare, who for seventeen months had been the wife of Sir Gerald Corven of the Colonial Service, st
Swan Song
In modern Society, one thing after another, this spice on that, ensures a kind of memoristic vacuu
The Forsyte Saga
Those privileged to be present at a family festival of the Forsytes have seen that charming and in
The Man of Property
Those privileged to be present at a family festival of the Forsythes have seen that charming and ins
The Silver Spoon
The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square, Westm
John Galt 7
Bogle Corbet
My intention to emigrate with my family being generally known among our acquaintances, I had, in con
The High and the Mighty
The forecaster caressed his bald head and then swept his bony fingers across the course from Honol
John Gardner author 1979
The old ram stands looking down over rockslides, stupidly triumphant.
The Beach
Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time.
Death in Don Mills
George Bullay finished his softboiled egg and one slice of buttered wholewheat toast.
Murder Has Your Number
Lee Wing cruised his owner-driven taxicab down Toronto's Yonge Street, under the concrete bridges of
Silence on the Shore
While Walter Fowler waited for the taxi driver to place his bags on the sidewalk, he stared at the h
Storm Below
The dawn of March 9th, 1943 rose above the spinning earth.
The Intruders
It was a warm summer Friday evening, the not yet setting sun disappearing behind the stores, restaur
The Sin Sniper
Detective Inspector Walter McDumont of the Metropolitan Toronto Police homicide squad jockeyed his t
Politically Correct Bedtime Stories
When they were first written, the stories on which the following tales are based certainly served
Elizabeth Gaskell 1832
Mary Barton
There are some fields near Manchester, well known to the inhabitants as "Green Heys Fields," throu
 Owen Gault
Wayside 609
One look at the honey haired blonde behind the wheel of the convertible convinced me I wouldn't need
Tales of a Female Nomad
  I am living someone else's life.
Edward Emily Gibbon
The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
In the second century of the Christian era, the empire of Rome comprehended the fairest part of th
Ellen Foster
When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy. I would figure out this or that way and
 Arthur Hamilton Gibbs
Two small, sturdy boys stood alone on the empty deck of the Channel steamer.
It was half-past five in the morning. The village was stretching itself. Thin spirals of blue sm
Sir Philip Gibbs
Heirs Apparent
Julian Perryam was awakened at nine o'clock on a May morning in his bedroom in the Turl, off Broad
William Gibson 60th birthday portrait
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
The Difference Engine
( with )
Composite image, optically encoded by escort-craft of the trans-Channel airship Lord Brunel: aerial view of suburban Cherbourg, 14 October 1905.
André Gide
The Fruits of the Earth
Do not hope, Nathaniel, to find God here or there - but everywhere.
The Immoralist
Yes, my dear brother, Michel has spoken to us, as you thought he would. Here is the account he ga
Rough Translations [1985], Old Souls
A fortune-teller told my sister Ellen she would never live to be twenty-nine.
Rough Translations [1985], Pie Dance
I don't know what to do about my husband's new wife.
The Song of the World
Night. The river shouldered its way through the forest.
Old Yeller
We called him Old Yeller.
Portrait of Ellen Glasgow
Life and Gabriella
After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep
The Deliverance
When the Susquehanna stage came to the daily halt beneath the blasted pine at the cross-roads, an
The Sheltered Life
By the open French window of the dining-room Jenny Blair Archibald was reading Little Woman
The Wheel of Life
As the night fell on her face Gerty Bridewell awoke, stifled a yawn with her pillow, and remembere
Vein of Iron
Children were chasing an idiot boy up the village street to the churchyard.
Julia glass 2010
Three Junes
Paul chose Greece for its predictable whiteness: the blanching heat by day, the rush of stars at
The Visits of Elizabeth
Nazeby Hall,
  August 3d.
    Dearest Mamma:
In This House of Brede
The motto was "Pax," but the word was set in a circle of thorns.
The Battle of the Villa Fiorita
The hedges of scented whitethorn on either side of the villa gates had the longest fiercest thorns
The River
The river was in Bengal, India, but for the purpose of this book, these thoughts, it might as easi
It on began on a Friday evening. I mean "began" in the old storytelling sense, for oftener than n
NV Gogol
Diary of a Madman
October 3rd
  Something very peculiar happened today.
Tarus Bulba
"Turn round, my boy! How ridiculous you look! What sort of a priest's cassock have you got on?
The Man Who Was Not With It
There he is on the midway, Grack the Frenchie, talking for his counterstore or his zoo while the l
Myla Goldberg by David Shankbone
Bee Season
At precisely 11 a.m. every teacher in every classroom at McKinley Elementary School tells their st
Memoirs of a Geisha
Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you “That afternoon when I met so-and-so . _ . was the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon.”
Magnolia Street
This is a tale of a small street in the Longton district of Doomington, in the North Country. Its
William Golding 1983
Lord of the Flies
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towa
The Spire
He was laughing, chin up, and shaking his head.
William Goldman
The Marathon Man
Everytime he drove through Yorkville, Rosenbaum got angry, just on general principles.
The Princess Bride
This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
Ilya Ilyich Oblomov was lying in bed one morning in his flat in Gorokhovaya Street in one of those
Cassidy's Girl
It was raining hard in Philadelphia as Cassidy worked the bus through heavy traffic on Market Street
She was very slim and light.
No Ordinary Time
On nights filled with tension and concern, Franklin Roosevelt performed a ritual that helped him t
Nadine Gordimer 01
Burger's Daughter
Among the group of people waiting at the fortress was a schoolgirl in a brown and yellow uniform h
The Late Bourgeois World
I opened the telegram and said, "He's dead--" and as I looked up into Graham Mill's gaze I saw tha
A Death in the Venetian Quarter
I blame the Pope.
The Dead Pull Hitter
The reading light over my seat didn't work.
At 5:04 P.M. on a Tuesday, October 17, Daniel Kearny Associates' narrow high-shouldered old charcoal
Contract Null & Void
He was north of the Golden Gate Bridge on the Coast Highway, pumping his way up the steep hairpin tu
Dead Man
Sherman Rare Books was a narrow elegant storefront across Post Street from the side entrance to the
Dead Skip
The 1969 Plymouth turned into Seventh Avenue from Fulton, away from Golden Gate Park
Final Notice
She was a willowy girl wearing a skirt that was too short.
The dead Mexican lay on his back and stared at the ceiling.
Charles Frederic Goss (1900)
The Redemption of David Corson
Hidden away in this worn and care-encumbered world, scarred with its frequent traces of a primeval
Green Dolphin Street
Sophie le Patourel was reading aloud to her two daughters from the Book of Ruth, as they lay upon
Pilgrim's Inn
The sun shining through the uncurtained east window woke Sally to a new day.
I Is for Innocent
I feel compelled to report that at the moment of my death, my entire life did not pass before my e
M is for Malice
Robert Dietz came back into my life on Wednesday, January 8. I remember the date because it was E
P is for Peril
The house on Old Reservoir Road appeared to be in the final phrases of construction. I spotted th
Earth and High Heaven
One of the questions they were sometimes asked was where and how they had met, for Marc Reiser was
Katharine Graham
Personal History
My parents' paths first crossed in a museum on 23rd Street in New York. It was Lincoln's Birthday
The Wind in the Willows
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.
Adventures of an Aide-de-Camp
On the evening of the last day of June, 1806, the transports which had brought our troops from Sic
The Romance of War
In the Highlands of Perthshire, a deadly feud had existed from time immemorial, between the Lisles
Robert Grant
Unleavened Bread
Babcock and Selma White were among the last of the wedding guests to take their departure.
Ulysses Grant 1870-1880
Personal Memoirs
My family is American, and has been for generations, in all its branches, direct and collateral.
Günter Grass auf dem Blauen Sofa
The Tin Drum
Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his
Claudius The God
Two years have gone by since I finished writing the long story of how I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Ne
I, Claudius
I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet
Alasdair Gray (1994) by Guenter Prust
The Elite Cafe was entered by a staircase from the foyer of a cinema.
The Gay Desperado
The fun started when the Frampton Fury hit an air pocket of such impressive size that Norman Conques
Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus
Imagine that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. One day long ago the Martians, looking t
Once upon a day an old butler called Eldon lay dying in his room attended by the head housemaid, M
Party Going
Fog was so dense, bird that had been disturbed went flat into a balustrade and slowly fell, dead,
Brighton Rock
Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murder him.
The End of the Affair
A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to l
The Heart of the Matter
Wilson sat on the balcony of the Bedford Hotel with his bald pink knees thrust against the ironwor
The Honorary Consul
Doctor Eduardo Plarr stood in the small port on the Parana, among the rails and yellow cranes, wat
The Human Factor
Castle, ever since he had joined the firm as a young recruit more than thirty years ago, had taken
The Power and the Glory
Mr. Trench went out to look for his ether cylinder: out into the blazing Mexican sun and the blea
The Quiet American
After dinner I sat and waited for Pyle in my room over the rue Catinat: he had said, "I'll be with y
The Tenth Man
Richard Tripp is the agent of Singer Sewing Machines in some Baltic capital similar to Tallinn.
Travels with My Aunt
I met my Aunt Augusta for the first time in more than half a century at my mother's funeral. My m
Zane Grey
The Call of the Canyon
What subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley Burch laid the letter in her
The Desert of Wheat
Late in June the vast northwestern desert of wheat began to take on a tinge of gold, lending an au
The Heritage of the Desert
'But the man's almost dead.'
The Lone Star Ranger
So it was in him, then--an inherited fighting instinct, a driving intensity to kill.
The Man of the Forest
At sunset hour the forest was still, lonely, sweet with tang of fir and spruce, blazing in gold an
The Mysterious Rider
A September sun, losing some of its heat if not its brilliance, was dropping low in the west over
The U.P. Trail
In the early sixties a trail led from the broad Missouri, swirling yellow and turgid between its g
The Wanderer of the Wasteland
Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which
To the Last Man
At the end of a dry, uphill ride over barren country Jean Isbel unpacked to camp at the edge of th
For some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotions--a sweet gratitude for
John Grisham crop
A Painted House
The hill people and the Mexicans arrived on the same day. It was a Wednesday, early in September
A Time to Kill
Billy Ray Cobb was the younger and smaller of the two rednecks. At twenty-three he was already a
Skipping Christmas
The gate was packed with weary travelers, most of them standing and huddled along the walls becaus
The Brethren
For the weekly docket the court jester wore his standard garb of well-used and deeply faded maroon
The Chamber
The decision to bomb the office of the radical Jew lawyer was reached with relative ease.
The Client
Mark was eleven and had been smoking off and on for two years, never trying to quit but being care
The Firm
The senior partner studied the resume for the hundredth time and again found nothing he disliked a
The Partner
They found him in Ponta Pora, a pleasant little town in Brazil, on the border of Paraguay, in a la
The Pelican Brief
He seemed incapable of creating such chaos, but much of what he saw below could be blamed on him.
The Rainmaker
My decision to become a lawyer was irrevocably sealed when I realized my father hated the legal pr
The Runaway Jury
The face of Nicholas Easter was slightly hidden by a display rack filled with slim cordless phones
The Street Lawyer
The man with the rubber boots stepped into the elevator behind me, but I didn't see him at first.
The Summons
It came by mail, regular postage, the old-fashioned way since the Judge was almost eighty and dist
The Testament
Down to the last day, even the last hour now. I'm an old man, lonely and unloved, sick and hurtin
George Grossmith as Bunthorne, Patience, 1881
Diary of a Nobody
( with )
My dear wife Carrie and I have just been a week in our new house, "The Laurels", Brickfield Terrace,
Weedon Grossmith 001
Diary of a Nobody
( with )
My dear wife Carrie and I have just been a week in our new house, "The Laurels", Brickfield Terrace,
Bitter Sage
The sheriff unlocked the cell door and pulled it open.
Fighting Man
He was twenty-six years old, a tow-head with washed-out blue eyes.
The Big Land
The guns were stilled, the carnage had ended.
The Buffalo Box
Hollywood is a place where a man who wears shorts and has a long white beard runs down Sunset Boulev
The Corpse Moved Upstairs
Johnny Fletcher had the key in his hand, but it wasn't necessary to put it in the lock, for the door
The Etruscan Bull
The savings and loan bank occupied the first two floors of the new high-rise building and the upper
The French Key
The key wouldn't go into the lock, because someone had already inserted a key and broken it off.
The Gift Horse
It didn't take much to make Johnny Fletcher happy.
The Lone Gunhawk
An emigrant train, seeking the shortcut to the golden land on the Pacific Coast, had once toiled up
This Gun Is Still
The road was a miserable one.
Town Tamer
Lee Ring tied his horse to a pole behind Riley Condor's Kansas Saloon, rolled a cigarette and lighte
It was seventy-two miles to Fort Scott and the doctor intended to make the trip in one day.
Ordinary People
To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to possess a guiding principle.
David Guterson 2013 Cologne 01
Snow Falling on Cedars
The accused man, Kabuo Miyamoto, sat proudly upright with a rigid grace, his palms placed softly on
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