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The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
It was 7 minutes after midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs Shears' house. Its eyes were closed.
Henry Rider Haggard 03
Child of Storm
We white people think that we know everything.
The recesses of the desolate Libyan mountains that lie behind the temple and city of Abydus, the s
King Solomon's Mines
It is a curious thing that at my age, fifty-five last birthday, I should find myself taking up a pen
Montezuma's Daughter
Now glory be to God who has given us the victory!
There are some events of which each circumstance and surrounding detail seem to be graven on the mem
The Power House
Bob Snake was talking to his friend Jim Mott.
At half-past six on a Friday evening in January, Lincoln International Airport, Illinois, was functi
If he had his way, Peter McDermott thought, he would have fired the chief house detective long ago
  Heat in stifling blanket layers. Heat that enveloped all of California fro
The Moneychangers
Long afterward, many would remember those two days in the first week of October with vividness and
The president of General Motors was in a foul humor.
Edward E Hale 001
The Man Without a Country
I suppose that very few casual readers of the New York Herald of August 13, 1863, observed,
Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of Gambia,
Doctor Dogbody's Leg
On a dreary autumn evening when the clouds hung low in the heavens and the masts and yards of the ta
Men Against the Sea
( with )
This day my good friend William Elphinstone was laid to rest, in <br />the Lutheran churchyard on the ea
Mutiny on the Bounty
( with )
The British are frequently criticized by other nations for their <br />dislike of change, and indeed we
Pitcairn's Island
( with )
On a day late in December, in the year of 1789, while the earth <br />turned steadily on its course, a m
The Hurricane
( with )
Scattered over a thousand miles of ocean in the eastern tropical <br />Pacific, below the Equator, lies
Marked for Murder
Timothy Rourke's tall lean body was bent forward from the waist when he loped into the city room of
Assassins Have Starry Eyes
I got up at five forty-five, started the stove, and went down to the creek for water.
Death of a Citizen
I was taking a Martini across the room to my wife, who was still chatting with our host, Amos Darrel
Line of Fire
I had worked out the range from the window to the yellow fire hydrant down at the intersection three
Murderer's Row
The motel was on the left side of the highway leading from Washington, D.C., to the eastern shore of
The Ambushers
The natives call it the River of Goats, the Rio de las Cabras.
The Betrayers
There were no pretty girls with leis to meet me at the Honolulu International Airport, but a greeter
The Intimidators
It was a good day, until we got back to the dock and found the messenger waiting.
The Intriguers
The morning I got shot at, down there in Mexico, I'd been out fishing the high-powered little boat M
The Menacers
I always feel a little bad about smuggling a firearm through Mexican customs.
The Poisoners
Nobody was supposed to meet me at the Los Angeles Airport, and nobody did.
The Ravagers
It was an acid job, and they're never pleasant to come upon, even when you're more or less prepared
The Removers
To get to Reno, Nevada, from the southeast, in summer, if you don't have an air-conditioned car, you
The Retaliators
I was unexpectedly rich and I didn't like it.
The Shadowers
When I came hurriedly out of the hotel, the car was waiting for me.
The Silencers
I beat the first real blizzard of the season across the mountains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico.
The Terminators
The weather in Bergen was just about what you'd expect at that time of year.
The Two-Shoot Gun
He checked the mules at the top of the bluff, and looked down at the river and the town.
The Wrecking Crew
I awoke early, shaved, dressed, draped myself with cameras and equipment, and went on deck to record
Jane hamilton 2007
Reading someone else's e-mail is a quiet, clean enterprise. There is no pitter-pattering around t
Guilty Pleasures
Willie McCoy had been a jerk before he died. His being dead didn't change that. He sat across fr
The Continental Op
It was a wandering daughter job.
The Dain Curse
It was a diamond all right, shining in the grass half a dozen feet from the blue brick wall.
The Maltese Falcon
Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth.
The Thin Man
I was leaning against a bar in a speak-easy on Fifty-second Street, waiting for Nora to finish her C
Hamsun bldsa HA0341
All of this happened while I was walking around starving in Christiania -- that strange city no one
Death Claims
Arena Blanca was right.
When last he had noticed, nothing was out here but bare hills above an empty beach.
The creekbed was paved with sloping slabs of concrete and walled by standing slabs of concrete to a
Thomashardy restored
Far from the Madding Crowd
When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant dista
Jude the Obscure
The schoolmaster was leaving the village, and everybody seemed sorry.
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the v
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the
The Mayor of Casterbridge
One evening of late summer, before the nineteenth century had reached one-third of its span, a you
The Return of the Native
A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twighlight, and the vast tract of unenc
The Return of the Native
A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenc
Henry Harland
My Friend Prospero
The coachman drew up his horses before the castle gateway, where their hoofs beat a sort of fanfar
Clarice Starling's Mustang boomed up the entrance ramp at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firea
The Silence of the Lambs
Behavior Science, the FBI section that deals with serial murder, is on the bottom floor of the Aca
The solid morning mist began to disintegrate and dark shoulders of rock appeared in the water givi
Harry Harrison 2005
The Stainless Steel Rat Wants You!
Blodgett is a peaceful planet.
Portrait of Henry Sydnor Harrison
Angela's Business
Being an author actually at work, and not an author being photographed at work by a lady admirer,
It was a five of a November afternoon, crisp and sharp, and already running into dusk. Down the s
V.V.'s Eyes
V. Vivian, M.D., by the paint upon his window, dwelt in the Dabney House; Mr. Heth--pronounced
Bret Harte (by Sarony, 1872)
Gabriel Conroy
Snow. Everywhere. As far as the eye could reach--fifty miles, looking southward from the highest
The Luck of Roaring Camp
There was commotion in Roaring Camp. It could not have been a fight, for in 1850 that was not nov
The Outcasts of Poker Flat
As Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker Flat on the morning of the tw
Facial Justice
In the not very distant future, after the Third World War, Justice had made great strides. Legal
The Go-Between
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
When I arrived in England early in the war, after escaping from occupied Holland, I was appointed ca
The Captain
I found both letters waiting for me among my mail when I came home from Valparaiso, Chile.
The Tie That Binds
Edith Goodnough isn't in the country anymore.
Easy Meat
The last words Norma Snape said to her youngest that Thursday: "You let me get my hands on you, you
Jaroslav Hašek
The Good Soldier Švejk
'And so they’ve killed our Ferdinand,' said the charwoman to Mr Švejk , who had left military service years before, after having been finally certified by an army medical board as an imbecile, and now lived by selling dogs - ugly, mongrel monstrosities whose pedigrees he forged.
Drawing Dead
Joseph Caruso Battagno (better known as Joey Cadillac, Joey C. to his friends and customers, Mr. C.
The Dark Frigate
Philip Marsham was bred to the sea as far back as the days when he was cutting his milk teeth, and
The Mutineers
My father's study, as I entered it on an April morning in 1809, to learn his decision regarding a
Executive Suite
A minute or two before or after two-thirty on the afternoon on the twenty-second of June, Avery Bull
Doctor Grimshawe's Secret
A long time ago, in a town with which I used to be familiarly acquainted, there dwelt an elderly p
In an ancient though not very populous settlement, in a retired corner of one of the New England s
Septimius Felton
It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tend
The Blithedale Romance
The evening before my departure for Blithedale, I was returning to my bachelor-apartments, after a
The Dolliver Romance
Dr. Dolliver, a worthy personage of extreme antiquity, was aroused rather prematurely, one summer
The House of the Seven Gables
Halfway down a bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acut
The Marble Faun
Four individuals, in whose fortunes we should be glad to interest the reader, happened to be standin
The Scarlet Letter
A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with wom
The Poor Gentleman
My morning walk is a matter of routine, and quite unambitious.
 Donald "Skip" Hays
The Dixie Association
I sat in my cell, packing my shit in a cardboard box.
 Gar Anthony Haywood
Going Nowhere Fast
We thought we had lost Bad Dog in Las Vegas.
Shirley hazzard australian writer mercantile library for fiction benefit awards dinner october 29 2007 photo by christopher peterson
The Great Fire
Now they were starting. Finality ran through the train, an exhalation.
Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow
It’s freezing, an extraordinary -18ºC, and it’s snowing, and in the language that is no longer mine, the snow is qanik-big, almost weightless crystals falling in clumps and covering the ground with a layer of pulverized white frost.
Tales of the Night
On March 18, 1929, a young Dane, David Rehn, was in attendance when the railway line from Cabinda, n
 Jeremiah Healy
Act of God
Usually they call first.
William Least Heat-Moon 04B
Blue Highways
Beware thoughts that come in the night.
Rice Alice Caldwell Hegan
Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch
My, but it 's nice an' cold this mornin'! The thermometer 's done fell up to zero!"
Stones From The River
As a child Trudi Montag thought everyone knew what went on inside of others
Paco's Story
Let's begin with the first clean fact, James: This ain't no war story.
Citizen of the Galaxy
"Lot ninety-seven," the auctioneer announced. "A boy."
Double Star
If a man walks in dressed like a hick and acting as if he owned the place, he's a spaceman.
Starship Troopers
I always get the shakes before a drop.
Stranger in a Strange Land
Once upon a time there was a Martian named Valentine Michael Smith.
The Door into Summer
One winter before the Six Weeks War my tomcat, Petronius the Arbiter, and I lived in an old farmho
The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress
I see in Lunaya Pravda that Luna City Council has passed on first reading a bill to examine
The Number of the Beast
"He's a Mad Scientist and I'm his Beautiful Daughter."
The Puppet Masters
Were they truly intelligent? By themselves, that is?
Year of the Jackpot
At first, Potiphar Breen did not notice the girl taking her clothes off.
Joseph heller 1986
Catch 22
It was love at first sight.
Something Happened
I get the willies when I see closed doors.
A Farewell to Arms
In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and
Across the River and into the Trees
They started two hours before daylight, and at first, it was not necessary to break the ice across
For Whom the Bell Tolls
He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high
In Another Country
In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more.
In Our Time
The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight. I do not know why they
Islands in the Stream
The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the op
The Old Man and the Sea
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf stream and he had gone 84 days now without
The Sun Also Rises
Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much imp
Louis Hémon
Maria Chapdelaine
The door opened, and the men of the congregation began to come out of the church at Peribonka.
Quest for a Maid
When I was nine years old, I hid under a table and heard my sister kill a king.
 Jacqueline Burt Henkel
All My Goodbyes
It's important that I put into words the thoughts and feelings that were left unsaid while my pare
Richard Henry Dana, Jr by Asa B. Eaton
Two Years Before the Mast
The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of the brig Pilgrim, on her voyage
George Alfred Henty
In the Reign of Terror
"I don't know what to say, my dear."
The Lion of the North
It was late in the afternoon in the spring of the year 1630; the hilltops of the south of Scotland
Under Drake's Flag
It was a stormy morning in the month of May, 1752, and the fishermen of the little village of Westpo
Won by the Sword
A mounted officer, followed by two orderlies, was proceeding at a brisk trot from Paris to St. Den
Frank Herbert headshot
In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a near
Midnight Cowboy
In his new boots, Joe Buck was six-foot-one and life was different. As he walked out of that stor
Every Living Thing
I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with
A Bell for Adano
Invasion had come to the town of Adano.
The Wall
One sunny day in the summer after the end of the war, a search party found the Levinson Archive bu
Hermann Hesse 2
I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin
In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of the sallo
The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retir
Portrait of Maurice Hewlett
The Life and Death of Richard Yea-and-Nay
I like this good man's account of leopards, and find it more pertinent to my matter than you might think.
Once in a while you find yourself in an odd situation.
Mamba's Daughters
It was no mere chance that, during the first decade of the new century, brought Mamba out of the d
Carl Hiaassen
Stormy Weather
On August 23, the day before the hurricane struck, Max and Bonnie Lamb awoke early, made love twice
Robert Hichens 001
In the Wilderness
Amedeo Dorini, the hall porter of the Hotel Cavour in Milan, stood on the pavement before the hote
The Garden of Allah
The fatigue caused by a rough sea journey, and, perhaps, the consciousness that she would have to
Rocket Boys
Until I began to build and launch rockets, I didn't know my hometown was at war with itself over i
Alvin's Secret Code
Alvin Fernald had a warm, tingly feeling smack in the middle of his stomach.
The Marvelous Inventions of Alvin Fernald
Alvin awoke with a start the instant the string jerked his big toe.
Harold and Maud
Harold Chasen stepped up on the chair and placed the noose about his neck.
Storm Warning
As Prager turned the corner, thunder rumbled far out to sea and lightning flashed across the sky,
The Eagle Has Landed
Someone was digging a grave in one corner of the cemetery as I went in through the lychgate. I re
 Dianne Highbridge
A Much Younger Man
A boy on the train, that's all.
The Talented Mr. Ripley
Tom glanced behind him and saw the man coming out of the Green Cage, heading his way. Tom walked
And Now Good-Bye
The Reford rail smash was a bad business."
Good-bye, Mr. Chips
When you are getting on in years (but not ill, of course), you get very sleepy at times, and the hou
Ill Wind
"Curious, the way things do jump out of nothing."
Lost Horizon
Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old
Random Harvest
On the morning of the eleventh of November, 1937, precisely at eleven o'clock, some well-meaning bus
So Well Remembered
That day so well remembered--a day, indeed, impossible to forget--was the first of September, 1921
Three Loves Had Margaret
It had certainly been a wonderful week, and Margaret, almost twenty-one and driving to Paddington St
Time and Time Again
Toward midnight Charles Anderson finished some notes on a talk he had had had with a newspaper edi
We Are Not Alone
One cold gusty night in December a boy rang the bell of the doctor's house in Shawgate, and when S
Without Armor
There died on the 12th inst. at Roone's Hotel, Carrigole, Co. Cork, where he had been staying for so
The Heat's On
"You're my friend, ain't you?" the giant asked.
The Outsiders
When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two t
Ridley Walker
On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld p
Oil for the Lamps of China
To the north where the red plains of Manchuria draw near to Siberia the light of the September daw
Gentleman's Agreement
Abrupt as anger, depression plunged through him.
( with )
“I've read many books,” said Professor Mephesto, with an odd finality, wearily flattening his hands on the podium, addressing the seventy-six sophomores who sat in easy reverence, immortalizing his every phrase with their pads and pens, and now, as always, giving him the confidence to slowly, artfully dramatize his words, to pause, shrug, frown, gaze abstractly at the ceiling, allow a wan wistful smile to play at his lips, and repeat quietly, “many books . . ." A grave nod of his magnificent head, and he continued: "Yes, and in my time I’ve traveled widely. "
Here on Earth
Tonight, the hay in the fields is already brittle with frost, especially to the west of Fox Hill,
James Hogg 7
The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner
It appears from tradition, as well as some parish registers still extant, that the lands of Dalcas
Robert Holdstock 15 mai 2004 1
Mythago Wood
In May 1944 I received my call-up papers and went reluctantly away to war, training at first in th
Billie Holiday 0001 original
Lady Sings the Blues
Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was eighteen, she was sixteen, a
Two from Galilee
And now she was a woman.
  She was a woman like other women and her step was light as
Holmes with signature cropped
Elsie Venner
There is nothing in New England corresponding at all to the feudal aristocracies of the Old World.
The Secret Woman
When my Aunt Charlotte died suddenly many people believed that I had killed her and that if it had
Homer British Museum
The Iliad
Achilles' cursed anger sing, O goddess, that son of Peleus, which stated a myriad sufferings for t
The Odyssey
Tell me, Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered far and wide after he had sacked Troy's sa
Anthony Hope Hawkins by Alfred Ellis & Walery
The Prisoner of Zenda
"I wonder when in the world you're going to do anything, Rudolf?" said my brother's wife.
Nick Hornby 01
How to Be Good
I am in a car park in Leeds when I tell my husband I don't want to be married to him anymore. Dav
 Lance Horner
Rogue Roman
Big, shiny green flies buzzed over the morsels of rotting meat that littered the dusty floor of the
Emerson Hough
54-40 or Fight
"Then you offer me no hope, Doctor?"
The Covered Wagon
"Look at 'em come, Jesse! More and more! Must be forty or fifty families."
The Mississippi Bubble
"Gentleman, this is America!"
A Rough Shoot
It all began on an autumn evening so silent and peaceful that no one who had the luck to be out-of-d
The Black Cloud
It was eight o'clock along the Greenwich meridian. In England the wintry sun of 7th January, 1964
L. Ron Hubbard in 1950
Battlefield Earth
"Man," said Terl, "is an endangered species."
Lurking, that lovely spring day, in the office of Dr. Chalmers, Atworthy College Medical Clinic, t
Mission Earth
In these days of bad and alarming literature that teaches violence and fantasy to our young, it is with pleasure that I accept the invitation to write a foreword to this extravagant and overly imaginative work.
Mission Earth
Hi there!
  I am 54 Charlee Nine, the Robotbrain in the Translatophone, and in acco
Hudson William Henry
Green Mansions
Now that we are cool, he said, and regret that we hurt each other, I am not sorry that it happened
Bridge of Birds
I shall clasp my hands together and bow to the corners of the world.
The Davidian Report
The girl had boarded the plane at Kansas City.
The Fallen Sparrow
There was the heat.
The So Blue Marble
Her dress was black and her coat, with its black fox collar, but at night no one would know the fox
A High Wind in Jamaica
One of the fruits of Emancipation in the West Indian islands is the number of the ruins, either at
The Fox in the Attic
Only the steady creaking of a flight of swans disturbed the silence, labouring low overhead with o
Tom Brown's School Days
The Browns have become illustrious by the pen of Thackeray and the pencil of Doyle, within the mem
Victor Hugo by Étienne Carjat 1876 - full
Les Misérables
In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D----
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
It was three hundred forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago today that the citizens of
The Man Who Laughs
Ursus and Home were fast firends. Ursus was a man, Homo a wolf. Their dispositions tallied.
Toilers of the Sea
Christmas day in the year 182- was somewhat remarkable in the island of Guernsey. Snow fell on th
The Sheik
"Are you coming in to watch the dancing, Lady Conway?"
Point of Impact
It was November, cold and wet in west Arkansas, a miserable dawn following on a miserable night.
Tapestry of Spies
The trial of the assassin Benny Lal in the old courthouse at Moulmein, lower Burma, in February of 1
The Day Before Midnight
It snowed that night, and sometime after three, Beth Hummel awoke, as she always did, to the sound o
The Second Saladin
Reynoldo Ramirez, moderately prosperous by the standards of his time and place, imagined himself bey
Time To Hunt
We are in the presence of a master sniper.
Fannie Hurst
Back Street
One evening in one of those Over-the-Rhine cafes which were plentiful along Vine Street of the Cin
The Eyes Were Watching God
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
 H Edward Husenburger
The Parisian Affair
There's something about a graveyard, even one in a city as bright and bustling as Paris, that makes
Portrait of Arthur Stuart-Menteth Hutchinson
If Winter Comes
To take Mark Sabre at the age of thirty-four, and in the year 1912, and at the place Penny Green i
One Increasing Purpose
There were three brothers Paris: Andrew, Charles, Simon.
This Freedom
Rosalie's earliest apprehension of the world was of a mysterious and extraordinary world that revo
Aldous Huxley
After Many a Summer
It had all been arranged by telegram, Jeremy Pordage was to look out for a coloured chauffeur in a
Ape and Essence
It was the day of Gandhi's assassination; but on Calvary the sightseers were more interested in th
Brave New World
A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words “Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre” and, in a shield, the World State's Motto: “Community, Identity, Stability”.
Crome Yellow
Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains--the few that th
Eyeless in Gaza
The snapshots had become almost as dim as memories.
"Attention," a voice began to call, and it was as though an oboe had suddenly become articulate.
Point Counter Point
"You won't be late?" There was anxiety in Marjorie Carling's voice, there was something like entr
No Time for Sergeants
The thing was, we had gone fishing that day and Pa had wore himself out with it the way he usually
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