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Rose macaulay
 
The Towers of Trebizond
Take my camel, dear.
 
 
Mrs Piggy Wiggle
I expect I might as well begin by telling you about Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle so that whenever I mention he
 
 
A Deadly Shade of Gold
A smear of fresh blood has a metallic smell.
 
A Flash of Green
When she heard the rattle of the old tin wheelbarrow, Kat Hubble knew it was after four.
 
A Purple Place for Dying
She took the corner too fast, and it was definitely not much of a road.
 
A Tan and Sandy Silence
On the most beautiful day any April could be asked to come up with, I was kneeling in eight inches o
 
Bright Orange for the Shroud
Another season was ending.
 
Cancel All Our Vows
The afternoon edition of the Minidoka Herald had a red-bordered box on page one titled WHEW!
 
Condominium
Howard Elbright finally found Julian Higbee, the condominium manager, lounging against a concrete co
 
Cry Hard, Cry Fast
Two hours before the accident occurred, Devlin Jamison drove over the crest of a hill on the pitted
 
Free Fall in Crimson
We talked past midnight, sat in the deck chairs on the sun deck of the Busted Flush with the starry
 
Pale Gray for Guilt
The next to last time I saw Tush Bannon alive was the very same day I had that new little boat runni
 
The Dreadful Lemon Sky
I was in deep sleep, alone aboard my houseboat, alone in the half acre of the bed, alone in a sweaty
 
The End of the Night
Dear Ed, Well, we had the big day here, and we sent the four of them off to their reward with what S
 
The Lonely Silver Rain
Once upon a time I was very lucky and located a sixty-five-foot hijacked motor sailer in a matter of
 
The Long Lavender Look
Late April.
 
Where Is Janice Gantry?
Sometimes the hot night wind brings bad dreams.
Harold MacGrath
 
Half a Rogue
It was Warrington's invariable habit--when no business or social engagement pressed him to go else
 
The Goose Girl
An old man, clothed in picturesque patches and tatters, paused and leaned on his stout oak staff.
 
The Lure of the Mask
Out of the unromantic night, out of the somber blurring January fog, came a voice lifted in song,
 
The Puppet Crown
The king sat in his private garden in the shade of a potted orange tree, the leaves of which were
 
 
Absolute Beginners
It was with the advent of the Laudie London era that I realized the whole teenage epic was totteri
 
City of Spades
'It's all yours, Pew, from now,' he said, adding softly, 'thank God,' and waving round the office
 
Mr Love and Justice
Frankie Love came from the sea, and was greatly ill at ease elsewhere. When on land he was harass
Helen MacInnes 1969
 
Message from Malaga
So this, thought Ferrier, was El Fenicio, an open courtyard behind a wineshop, a rectangle of hard
 
The Double Image
April in Paris, and a sprinkle of rain, a sudden whip of cool breeze, a graying sky to end the bri
 
The Salzburg Connection
The lake was cold, black, evil, no more than five hundred yards in length, scarcely two hundred in
 
 
Goodbye California
Ryder opened his tired eyelids and reached for the telephone without enthusiasm. "Yes?"
 
HMS Ulysses
Slowly, deliberately, Starr crushed out the butt of his cigarette.
 
 
A River Runs Through It
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
 
 
The Watch That Ends the Night
There are some stories into which the reader should be led gently, and I think this may be one of th
 
 
The Cassini Division
There are, still, photographs of the woman who gate-crashed the party on the observation deck of the
 
 
Dakota Home
It was the screaming that woke him
Necip Mahfuz
 
Palace of Desire
Al-Sayyid Ahmad Abd al-Jawad closed the door behind him and crossed the courtyard of his house by
 
Palace Walk
She woke at midnight. She always woke up then without having to rely on an alarm clock. A wish t
 
Sugar Street
Their heads were huddled around the brazier, and their hands were spread over its fire: Amina's t
Norman Mailer, 1988
 
An American Dream
I met Jack Kennedy in November, 1946.
 
Ancient Evenings
Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state.
 
The Naked and the Dead
Nobody could sleep. When morning came, assault craft would be lowered and a first wave of troops
CharlesMajor
 
Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall
Since I play no mean part in the events of this chronicle, a few words concerning my own history p
 
When Knighthood Was in Flower
We Caskodens take great pride in our ancestry. Some persons, I know, hold all that to be totally
Bernard Malamud portrait
 
Dubin's Lives
They sometimes met on country roads when there were flowers or snow.
 
The Assistant
The early November street was dark though night had ended, but the wind, to the grocer's surprise,
 
The Fixer
From the small crossed window of his room above the stable in the brickyard, Yakov Bok saw people in
 
The Fixer
From the small crossed window of his room above the stable in the brickyard, Yakov Bok saw people
 
The Magic Barrel
Feld, the shoemaker, was annoyed that his helper, Sobol, was so insensitive to his reverie that he
 
 
The History of Sir Richard Calmady
In that fortunate hour of English history, when the cruel sights and haunting insecurities of the
 
 
Le Morte D'Arthur
It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that ther
Thomas Mann 1937
 
Buddenbrooks
"And - and - what comes next?" "Oh, yes, yes, what the dickens does come next? C'est la question, m
 
Doctor Faustus
With utmost emphasis I wish to attest that it is not out of any desire to thrust my own person int
 
Joseph and His Brothers
It was beyond the hills north of Hebron, a little east of the Jerusalem road, in the month of Adah
 
Mario the Magician
The atmosphere of Torre di Venere remains unpleasant in the memory. From the first moment the air
 
The Magic Mountain
An ordinary young man was on his way from his hometown of Hamburg to Davos-Platz in the canton of
 
 
Nectar in a Sieve
Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and
Beryl Markham 1936
 
West with the Night
How is it possible to bring order out of memory? I should like to begin at the beginning, patient
 
 
The Plastic Age
When an American sets out to found a college, he hunts first for a hill. John Harvard was an Engl
 
 
Operation Breakthrough
The bank was on the ground floor of a four-story downtown Nassau office building.
 
Operation Flashpoint
Hazel had given me almost too many errands to do for her in New York
 
Operation Overkill
From the back seat of the Olds I could see the kid's cotton gloves flash white on the steering wheel
 
 
Double in Trouble
( with )
I'm a private eye.
 
Drum Beat--Dominique
For a guy who once held down the number two spot in the protocol section of the State Department, Ja
 
 
B.F.'s Daughter
One noon in mid-December when Tom had been called suddenly to Washington, Polly took the train fro
 
H.M. Pulham, Esquire
Ever since Bo-jo Brown and I had gone to one of those country day schools for little boys, Bo-jo h
 
Melville Goodwin, USA
I knew nothing about what General Melville A. Goodwin had done in Berlin until I read of his feat
 
Point of No Return
Charles Gray had not thought for a long time, consciously at least, about Clyde, Massachusetts, an
 
So Little Time
In the mornings when they were in the city, they had breakfast on a card table in Jeffrey's study.
 
Wickford Point
At the top of Allen Southby's letter was engraved MARTIN HOUSE S
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
 
Chronicle of a Death Foretold
On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wai
 
Love in the Time of Cholera
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love
 
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buend?a was to remember that dista
 
 
Jacob Faithful
Gentle reader, I was born upon the water - not upon the salt and angry ocean, but upon the fresh a
 
Masterman Ready
It was in the month of October, 18--, that the Pacific, a large ship, was running before a heavy gal
 
Mr. Midshipman Easy
Mr Nicodemus Easy was a gentleman who lived down in Hampshire; he was a married man, and in very e
 
Peter Simple
If I cannot narrate a life of adventurous and daring exploits, fortunately I have no heavy crimes to
 
The King's Own
There is perhaps no event in the annals of our history which excited more alarm at the time of its
 
The Little Savage
I am about to write a very curious history, as the reader will agree with me when he has read this
 
The Settlers in Canada
It was in the year 1794, that an English family went out to settle in Canada.
 
 
Christy
Only my father saw me to the Asheville station that Sunday morning in 1912.
 Bonnie Marson
 
Sleeping with Schubert
The day I became a genius I locked the keys in the car with the motor running.
 
 
The Four Feathers
Lieutenant Sutch was the first of General Feversham's guests to reach Broad Place. He arrived abo
  (Also known as: Wade Miller)
 
Evil Come, Evil Go
The newspapers called it the Crime of the Century.
Richard Matheson
 
The Incredible Shrinking Man
First he thought it was a tidal wave.
Maugham retouched
 
Of Human Bondage
The day broke gray and dull.
 
The Razor's Edge
I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. If I call it a <br />novel it is only because I don't k
 
Theatre
The door opened and Michael Gosselyn looked up. Julia came in.
 
 
The Devil's Garden
The village postmaster stood staring at an official envelope that had just been shaken out a mailb
 
 
A Year in Provence
The year began with lunch
 Frank McAuliffe
 
For Murder I Charge More
As long as those dunderheads at the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Washington, D.C., fail to mai
 
Of All the Bloody Cheek
I suppose it is only natural that invariably one of the first questions is: "What was the most inter
 
Rather A Vicious Gentleman
The sergeant said, "Just a minute, sir."
EvanHunter
 
Eight Black Horses
The lady was extraordinarily naked.
 
Fuzz
Oh boy, what a week.
 
Ice
It was still snowing hard when she came out of the theatre.
 
The Mugger
The city could be nothing but a woman, and that's good because your business is women.
James mcbride 2013
 
The Color of Water
I'm dead.
  You want to talk about my family and here I been dead to them for fi
Colum McCann Speaking2
 
This Side of Brightness
On the evening before the first snow fell, he saw a large bird frozen in the waters of the Hudson Ri
 
 
All the Pretty Horses
The candleflame and the image of the candleflame caught in the pierglass twisted and righted when he entered the hall and again when he shut the door.
 
Blood Meridian
See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt.
 
Cities of the Plain
They stood in the doorway and stomped the rain from their boots and swung their hats and wiped the
 
Suttree
Dear friend now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steamin
 
The Crossing
When they came south of Grant County Boyd was not much more than a baby and the newly formed count
Mary Therese McCarthy NYWTS
 
The Group
It was June, 1933, one week after Commencement, when Kay Leiland Strong, Vassar '33, the first of
 
The Groves of Academe
When Henry Mulcahy, a middle-aged instructor of literature at Jocelyn College, Jocelyn, Pennsylvan
 
 
Blueberries for Sal
One day, Little Sal went with her mother to Blueberry Hill to pick blueberries.
 
Homer Price
About two miles outside of Centerburg where route 56 meets route 56A there lives a boy named Homer.
 
Make Way for Ducklings
Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live.
 
 
Caesar's Women
"Brutus, I don't like the look of your skin. Come here to the light, please."
 
The First Man in Rome
Having no personal commitment to either of the new consuls, Gaius Julius Caesar and his son simply t
 
The Thorn Birds
On December 8th, 1915, Meggie Cleary had her fourth birthday.
Frank McCourt by David Shankbone
 
Angela's Ashes
My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was bor
Carsonmccullers
 
Reflections in a Golden Eye
An army post in peacetime is a dull place.
 
The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.
 
The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.
 
The Member of the Wedding
It happened that green and crazy summer when Frankie was twelve years old.
 
 
An Indecent Obsession
The young soldier stood looking doubtfully up at the unlabelled entrance to ward X, his kit bag lo
 
The Thorn Birds
On December 8th, 1915, Meggie Cleary had her fourth birthday. After the breakfast dishes were put
George Barr McCutcheon
 
Beverly of Graustark
Far off in the mountain lands, somewhere to the east of the setting sun, lies the principality of
 
Graustark
Mr. Grenfall Lorry boarded the eastbound express at Denver with all the air of a martyr.
 
Jane Cable
It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Cable drove up in her trap and
 
Nedra
A tall young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to the doorway of a mansion in one o
 
The Daughter of Anderson Crow
He was imposing, even in his pensiveness.
 
The Man from Brodney's
The death of Taswell Skaggs was stimulating, to say the least, inapplicable though the expression
 
The Prince of Graustark
"My dear," said Mr. Blithers, with decision, "you can't tell me."
 
Truxton King
He was a tall, rawboned, rangy young fellow with a face so tanned by wind and sun you had the impr
McDermott
 
Charming Billy
Somewhere in The Bronx, only twenty minutes or so from the cemetery, Maeve found a small bar-and-g
Salon du livre de Paris 2011 - Ian McEwan - 003
 
The Cement Garden
I did not kill my father, but I sometimes felt I had helped him on his way. And but for the fact
 
 
Margin For Terror
He sat at the American bar at the Hotel Excelsior, a tall, solidly built man in his early thirties,
 
Night Extra
The Call-Bulletin's first deadline was at nine o'clock in the morning and by eight fifty-five everyo
 
The #7 File
At ten-thirty in the morning a big man in a black leather jacket turned off Second Avenue into Thirt
 
 
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
If you listen, you can hear it.
 
 
The Sand Pebbles
"Hello, ship," Jake Holman said under his breath.
 
 
Sonia: Between Two Worlds
At the age of three-and-twenty Charles Templeton, my old tutor at Oxford, set himself to write a h
 
The Datchley Inheritance
Of the fifty readers who learned last spring that John Datchley, of Datchley Castle, was dead, hardl
 
 
The Nanny Diaries
( with )
"Hi, this is Alexis at the Parent League. I'm just calling to <br />follow up on the uniform guidelines
Terry McMillan at the 2008 Brooklyn Book Festival
 
A Day Late and a Dollar Short
Can't nobody tell me nothing I don't already know.
 
Waiting to Exhale
Right now I'm supposed to be all geeked up because I'm getting ready for a New Year's Eve party that
 
 
Lonesome Dove
When Augustus came out on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake--not a very big one.
 
Terms of Endearment
"The success of a marriage invariably depends on the woman," Mrs. Greenway said.
Herman Melville
 
Billy Budd
In the time before steamships, or then more frequently than now, a stroller along the docks of any
 
Israel Potter
The traveller who at the present day is content to travel in the good old Asiatic style, neither r
 
Mardi: and a Voyage of Thither
We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and to
 
Moby Dick
Call me Ishmael
 
Omoo
It was the middle of a bright tropical afternoon that we made good our escape from the bay.
 
Pierre
There are some strange summer mornings in the country, when he who is but a sojourner from the cit
 
Redburn
Wellingborough, as you are going to sea, suppose you take this shooting-jacket of mine along; it's
 
The Confidence-Man
At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at the lake Titicaca, a ma
 
Typee
Six months at sea!
 
White-Jacket
It was not a very white jacket, but white enough, in all conscience, as the sequel will sho
George Meredith by George Frederic Watts
 
Diana of the Crossways
Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a
 
 
Peyton Place
Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases
Nicholas Meyer (2008-11-17)
 
The Seven-Per-Cent Solution
For many years it was my good fortune to witness, chronicle, and in some instances assist my frien
 
 
Fugitive Pieces
Time is a blind guide.
Picture of Miriam Michelson
 
In the Bishop's Carriage
When the thing was at its hottest, I bolted. Tom, like the darling he is--(Yes, you are, old fello
James Albert Michener · DN-SC-92-05368
 
Alaska
About a billion years ago, long before the continents had separated to define the ancient oceans,
 
Caravans
On a bleak wintry morning some years ago I was summoned to the office of our naval attache at the
 
Caribbean
The chief character in this narrative is the Caribbean Sea, one of the world's most alluring bodie
 
Centennial
Only another writer, someone who had worked his heart out on a good book which sold three thousand
 
Chesapeake
For some time now they had been suspicious of him.
 
Hawaii
Millions upon millions of years ago, when the continents were already formed and the principal fea
 
Mexico
I had been sent to Mexico to cover a murder, one of a remarkable kind.
 
Poland
In a small Polish farm community, during the fall planting season of 1981, events occurred which e
 
Return to Paradise
In 1948 I addressed some students at Washington and Lee University, and in the question-answer per
 
Space
On 24 October 1944 Planet Earth was following its orbit about the sun as it has obediently done fo
 
Texas
I was surprised when shortly after New Year's Day of 1983, the Governor of Texas summoned me to hi
 
The Covenant
It was the silent time before dawn, along the shores of what had been one of the most beautiful la
 
The Drifters
Youth is truth.
 
The Source
On Tuesday the freighter steamed through the Straits of Gibraltar and for five days plowed eastwar
 
 
Lamb in His Bosom
Cean turned and lifted her hand briefly in farewell as she rode away beside Lonzo in the ox-cart.
FrankMillerSanDiego crop
 
Batman: Year One
Gotham City. Maybe it's all I deserve, now. Maybe it's just my time in Hell.
 
 
Tropic of Cancer
I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere nor a chair misplaced. We a
 
Tropic of Capricorn
Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of cha
  (Also known as: Whit Masterson)
 
Shoot To Kill
He carried the evidence under his arm, thirty yellow pages bound into a green paper folder.
 
 
A Canticle for Leibowitz
Brother Francis Gerard of Utah might never have discovered the blessed documents, had it not been fo
A a milne
 
Winnie the Pooh
Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Chri
 
 
Lycidas
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, /Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere.
 
Paradise Lost
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
  Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal tas
Yukio Mishima
 
The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
Ever since my childhood, Father had often spoken to me about the Golden Temple.
 
 
A Fine Balance
The morning express bloated with passengers slowed to a crawl, then lurched forward suddenly, as t
David Mitchell by Kubik
 
Cloud Atlas
Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.
Margaret Mitchell NYWTS
 
Gone with the Wind
Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarlet
 Jay Monaghan
 
The Great Rascal
In the late summer of 1869 a short man with a seamed and weatherbeaten face limped down the steep st
 
 
The Cruel Sea
This is the story--the long and true story--of one ocean, two ships, and about a hundred and fifty
 
The Pillow Fight
Johannesburg from the air is not like a miniature New York, whatever the South African Tourist Corpo
 
The Tribe That Lost Its Head
The plane, a shabby old Dakota, bumped twice in the noon-day heat, then settled down on its steady
Lucy Maud Montgomery
 
Anne of Green Gables
Mrs Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie's eardrops, and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs Rachel Lynde was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed any-thing odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.
 
 
The Doctor's Wife
The plane from Belfast arrived on time, but when the passengers disembarked there was a long wait
 
 
The Green Berets
The Green Berets is a book of truth.
 
 
Cooper's Creek
Here perhaps, more than anywhere, humanity had had a chance to make a fresh start.
 
The Blue Nile
he Blue Nile pours very quietly and uneventfully out of Lake Tana in the northern Highlands of Ethio
 
 
Sparkenbroke
Since the death of Lord Sparkenbroke, tourists from Chelmouth who would formerly have been content
 
The Fountain
On an afternoon of January 1915, a small train dragged itself across the flat Dutch countryside in
 
 
Gap Creek
I know about Masenier because I was there. I seen him die. We didn't tell anybody the truth beca
 
 
Kitty Foyle
What a grand guy. Sometimes he used to sneak a slug of whiskey <br />in the forenoon, against doctor's
 
Where the Blue Begins
Gissing lived alone (except for his Japanese butler) in a little house in the country, in that woodl
 
 
Plains Song
It is a curse in this family that all women bear only daughters, if anything at all.
 
The Field of Vision
The seat in the shady side of the bullring made McKee cold.
Toni Morrison 2008-2
 
Beloved
124 was spiteful.
 
Jazz
Sth, I know that woman. She used to live with a flock of birds on Lenox Avenue. Know her husband
 
Paradise
They shoot the white girl first. With the rest they can take their time. No need to hurry out he
 
Song of Solomon
The North Carolina Mutual life Insurance agent promised to fly from Mercy to the other side of Lak
 
Sula
In that place, where they tore the night shade and blackberry patches from their roots to make room
 
The Bluest Eye
Here is the house. It is green and white. It has a red door. It is very pretty.
 
 
Diana: Her True Story
The voice on the other end of the telephone line was abrupt and filled with contained excitement.
Walter Mosley by David Shankbone
 
Devil in a Blue Dress
I was surprised to see a white man walk into Joppy's bar.
 
 
The Spike
( with )
Jammed against the big bell tower by the press of students around <br />him in the middle of Sproul Plaz
 
 
Where Echoes Live
Tufa Lake lies in the high desert of northeastern California, only miles from the Nevada border.
 
 
King Of the Khyber Rifles
The men who govern India--more power to them and her!--are few.
 
Om: The Secret of Ahbor Valley
If you want views about the world's news, read what Cottswold Ommony calls the views papers; there i
 
The Nine Unknown
I had this story from a dozen people, or thirteen if you count Chullunder Ghose, whose accuracy is f
Hector Hugh Munro aka Saki, by E O Hoppe, 1913
 
The Byzantine Omelet
Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a <br />Chattel-Monkheim by marriage.
 
The Unbearable Bassington
Francesca Bassington sat in the drawing-room of her house in Blue Street, W., regaling herself and h
 
 
The Bell
Dora Greenfield left her husband because she was afraid of him. She decided six months later to r
 
Under the Net
When I saw Finn waiting for me at the corner of the street I knew at once that something had gone
HarukiMurakami
 
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
When the phone rang I was in the kitchen, boiling a potful of spaghetti and whistling along with an
Robert Musil 1900
 
The Confusions of Young Toerless
A little station on the stretch leading towards Russia.
  Infinitely straight, four p
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