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Bardelys the Magnificent
"Speak of the Devil," whispered La Fosse in my ear, and, moved by the words and by the significance
Mistress Wilding
Then drink it thus, cried the rash young fool, and splashed the contents of his cup full into the
The Black Swan
Major Sands, conscious of his high deserts, was disposed to receive with condescension the gifts whi
The Carolinian
With compressed lips and an upright line of pain between his brows Mr. Harry Latimer sat down to wri
The Fortunes of Captain Blood
She was a beautiful ship, in the frigate class, fashioned, not merely in her lines but in her detail
The Lion's Skin
Mr. Caryll, lately from Rome, stood by the window, looking out over the rain-swept, steaming quays t
The Sea-Hawk
Sir Oliver Tressilian sat at his ease in the lofty dining-room of the handsome house of Penarrow, wh
Carl Sagan Planetary Society
When they pulled her out, she was not crying at all. Her tiny brow was wrinkled, and then her eye
The cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be.
A Certain Smile
We had spent the afternoon in a cafe on the Rue Saint-Jacques, a spring afternoon just like any other
Bonjour Tristesse
A strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave name of sadness. In the past
Southern Mail
A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. And then night fell.
The Little Prince
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificient picture in a book, called True Stories From Natur
Charles "Chic" Sale
The Specialist
Mr. President and Gentlemen:
  You've heard a lot of pratin' and prattlin' about this
 Medora Sale
Murder on the Run
The girl walked slowly down the street, her feet in heavy hiking boots dragging slightly with every
Franny and Zooey
Though brilliantly sunny, Saturday morning was overcoat weather again, not just topcoat weather, a
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour
One night some twenty years ago, during a siege of mumps in our enormous family, my youngest siste
The Catcher in the Rye
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
James Salter at Tulane Lecturn 2010
A Sport and a Pastime
September: It seems these luminous days will never end.
RA Salvatore, convention
Star Wars: Attack of the Clones
Shmi Skywalker Lars stood on the edge of the sand berm marking the perimeter of the moisture farm,
The Third Deadly Sin
Some days lasted forever; some were never born. She awoke in a fury of expectation, gone as soon
The Tomorrow File
She was naked.
Silent Prey
A thought sparked in the chaos of Bekker's mind.
Sudden Prey
Through the speakers above his head, little children sang in sweet voices, O holy night, the st
The Body
To hold the syringe gently, firmly but delicately--not to squirt, but to prod the sleeper into wak
George Santayana
The Last Puritan
In the first years after the war Mario Van de Weyer was almost my neighbour in Paris, for he li
. . . And Ladies of the Club
The Waynesboro Female College in the eighteen fifties and sixties was a fitting subject, along wit
William Saroyan
The Human Comedy
The little boy named Ulysses Macauley one day stood over the new gopher hole in the backyard of hi
Jean-Paul Sartre FP
The best thing would be to write down events from day to day. Keep a diary to see clearly--let no
The Age of Reason
Half-way down the Rue Vercing�torix, a tall man seized Matthieu by the arm: a policeman was patrolli
John Ralston Saul
The Next Best Thing
The river ferry was a clumsy, wooden affair, low in the water.
Robert j sawyer in 2005
A slice through spacetime...
Illegal Alien
The Navy lieutenant poked his close-cropped head into the aircraft carrier's wardroom.
There would be hell to pay.
Have His Carcase
The best remedy for a bruised heart is not, as so many people seem to think, repose upon a manly b
John Scalzi
The Android's Dream
Dirk Moeller didn't know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to find out.
He rode into our valley in the summer of '89.
The Story of an African Farm
The full African moon poured down its light from the blue sky into the wide, lonely plain.
The Disenchanted
It's the waiting, Shep was thinking. You wait to get inside the gate, you wait outside the great
 Christina Schwarz
Drowning Ruth
Ruth remembered drowning.
A Chance to See Egypt
Mr. Riley case to Lago de Luz to grieve.
The Cruise of the Midge
I had been for six months fourth lieutenant of H.M.S. Gazelle, on board of which Sir Oliver Oakpla
Tom Cringle's Log
Dazzled by the glories of Trafalgar, I, Thomas Cringle, one fine morning in May, 1806, when I was
Staying On
When Tucker Smalley died of a massive coronary at approximately 9:30 a.m. on the last Monday in Ap
Sir Henry Raeburn - Portrait of Sir Walter Scott
Castle Dangerous
It was at the close of an early spring day, when nature, in a cold province of Scotland, was reviv
Guy Mannering
It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had ju
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in an
It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all trav
Old Mortality
Under the reign of the last Stuarts, there was an anxious wish on the part of Government to counte
Rob Roy
You have requested me, my dear friend, to bestow some of that leisure, with which Providence has b
The Betrothed
The Chronicles, from which this narrative is extracted, assure us, that during the long period whe
The Bride of Lammermoor
Few have been in my secret while I was compiling these narratives, nor is it probable that they wi
The Lady of the Lake
Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
  On the witch-elm that shades Sai
The Talisman [1825], part of Tales of the Crusaders
The burning sun of the Syria had not yet attained its highest point in the horizon, when a knight
There is a handsome parish church in the town of Woodstock,--I am told so, at least, for I never s
Alice Sebold 1 by David Shankbone
The Lovely Bones
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on Decem
David Sedaris (June 2008)
Me Talk Pretty One Day
Anyone who watches even the slightest amount of TV is familiar with the scene: An agent knocks on
Anne Douglas Sedgwick
Dark Hester
'I suppose I have hated her from the first moment I say her,' Monica Wilmott heard herself saying,
It was the evening of Madame Okraska's concert at the old St. James's Hall. London was still the
The Little French Girl
A clock struck eight, a loud yet distant clock. The strokes, Alix thought, seemed to glide downwa
The Old Countess
"You are an artist, Monsieur?"
Erich Segal
Love Story
What can you say about a 25 year old girl who died?
Oliver's Story
"Oliver, you're sick."
The Cricket in Times Square
A mouse was looking at Mario. The mouse's name was Tucker, and he was sitting in the opening of an
Will Self at Humber Mouth 2007
Between the Conceits from Grey Area and Other Stories
There are only eight people in London and fortunately I am one of them.
A woman can usually get what she wants from a man if she has a well-developed figure. So I've dec
Where the Wild Things Are
The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief on one kind
  and another
The Winthrop Woman
Elizabeth saw the hedge shadows lengthening across the dusty lane as the Fones family jogged north
Ernest Thompson Seton
Lives of the Hunted
A great broad web of satin, shining white, and, strewn across, long clumps and trailing wreaths of
Wild Animals I Have Known
Currumpaw is a vast cattle range in northern New Mexico. It is a land of rich pastures and teemin
Blood Tie
Mount Latmos, now called Annadag, had drawn nearer to the town.
Ted Geisel NYWTS 2 crop
Green Eggs and Ham
I am Sam
  I am Sam
    Sam I am
Horton Hears a Who!
On the fifteenth of May, in the Jungle of Nool,
  In the heat of the day, in the cool
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
One fish
  two fish
    red fish
The Butter Battle Book
On the last day of summer, ten hours before fall . . .
  . . . my grandfather took me
The Cat in the Hat
The sun did not shine.
  It was too wet too play.
    So we
Anna Sewell
Black Beauty
The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in i
The Killer Angels
He rode into the dark of the woods and dismounted.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
  Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in
All's Well That Ends Well
In delivering my son from me I bury a second husband.
Antony and Cleopatra
Nay, but this dotage of our general's
  O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes
As You Like It
As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion, - ...
Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
You do not meet a man but frowns. Our bloods
  No more obey the heavens than our cou
Hamlet Prince of Denmark
Who's there?
Julius Caesar
Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home!
  Is this a holiday? What, know you
King Henry the Fourth, Part I
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
  Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
King Henry the Fourth, Part II
Open your ears, for which of you will stop
  The vent of hearing when loud Rumor spea
King Henry the Sixth, Part I
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
  Comets, importing change of tim
King Henry the Sixth, Part II
As by your high imperial majesty
  I had in charge at my depart for France,
King Henry the Sixth, Part III
I wonder how the king escaped our hands?
King Lear
I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
Love's Labor's Lost
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
  Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs
When shall we three meet again
  In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Measure for Measure
Much Ado About Nothing
I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Othello the Moor of Venice
Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly
  That thou, Iago, who hast had my purs
Pericles Prince of Tyre
To sing a song that old was sung,
  From ashes ancient Gower is come,
Romeo and Juliet
Two households, both alike in dignity,
  In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
The Comedy of Errors
Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall,
  And by the doom of death end woes and all.
The History of Troilus and Cressida
In Troy there likes the scene. From isles of Greece
  The princes orgulous, their hi
The Life and Death of King John
Now, say, Chatillion, what would France with us?
The Life of King Henry the Eighth
I come no more to make you laugh. Things now
  That bear a weighty and a serious bro
The Life of King Henry the Fifth
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
  The brightest heaven of invention;
The Life of Timon of Athens
Good day, sir.
The Merchant of Venice
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
The Merry Wives of Windsor
Sir Hugh, persuade me not--I will make a Starchamber matter of it. If he were twenty Sir John Fal
The Taming of the Shrew
I'll feeze you, in faith.
The Tempest
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second
Old John of Gaunt, time-honored Lancaster,
  Hast thou, according to thy oath and ban
The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
Now is the winter of our discontent
  Made glorious summer by this son of York;
The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus;
  Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
The Winter's Tale
If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia on the like occasion whereon my services are now on
Titus Andronicus
Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
  Defend the justice of my cause with arms.
Twelfth Night, or, What You Will
If music be the food of love, play on,
  Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
Granchester Grind
'Godber was murdered,' said Lady Mary.
Beggarman, Thief
Evening in Byzantium
Dinosauric, obsolete, functions and powers atrophied, dressed in sport shirts from Sulka and Ca
Rich Man, Poor Man
Mr. Donnelly, the track coach, ended the day's practice early because Henry Fuller's father came dow
The Young Lions
The town shone in the snowy twilight like a Christmas window, with the electric railway's lights t
 Jacqueline Sheehan
I rode to earth on the backside of a comet.
The Silent Passage
A group of recognizably high-powered media women on the shady side of forty were spaced around the
A Stranger in the Mirror
In 1919, Detroit, Michigan, was the single most successful industrial city in the world. World Wa
He was seated in the dark, alone, behind the desk of Hajib Kafir, staring unseeingly out of the du
If Tomorrow Comes
She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear
Master of the Game
"By God, this is a real donderstorm!" Jamie McGregor said. He had grown up amid the wild s
Memories of Midnight
She woke up screaming every night and it was always the same dream. She was in the middle of a la
Rage of Angels
The hunters were closing in for the kill.
The Best Laid Plans
The first entry in Leslie Stewart's diary read:
  Dear Diary: This morning I met
The Doomsday Conspiracy
He was back in the crowded hospital ward at Cu Chi Base in Vietnam and Susan was leaning over his
The Sands of Time
If the plan goes wrong, we will all die. He went over it again in his mind for the last ti
The Stars Shine Down
The 747 was lost in a sea of cumulus clouds that tossed the plane around like a giant silver feath
Windmills of the Gods
Stanton Rogers was destined to be President of the United States. He was a charismatic politician
Captain from Castile
On the evening of June 28th, 1518, young Pedro de Vargas, aged nineteen, confessed his sins of the m
Lord Vanity
In 1757, the Villa Bagnoli, Count Widiman's mansion on the outskirts of Mira, was not the most and
Prince of Foxes
It was to be a lute this time, a lute fit for an angel. Perfect. Incomparable.
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.
The Stone Diaries
My mother's name was Mercy Stone Goodwill. She was only thirty years old when she took sick, a bo
The Tale of Genji
In a certain reign there was a lady not of the first rank whom the emperor loved more than any of
And Quiet Flows the Don
The Melekhov farm was right at the end of the Tatarsk village. The gate of the cattle-yard opened no
The Last Time They Met
She had come from the plane and was even now forgetting the ride from the airport. As she stepped
Rally Round the Flag, Boys!
Here begins a tale of action and passion, a guts-and-glory story of men with untamed hearts, of wo
Sleep Till Noon
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
  Four shots ripped into my groin, and I was off on the bi
Neville Shute AWW 1949
A Town like Alice
James Macfadden died in March 1905 when he was forty-seven years old; he was riding in the Driffie
No Highway
When I was put in charge of the Structural Department of the Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnb
On the Beach
Lieutenant Commander Peter Holmes of the Royal Australian Navy woke soon after dawn.
So Disdained
As I have said, this matter started in the night.
The Rainbow and the Rose
John Pascoe must have created something like a record for a pilot in civil aviation, because he went
Trustee from the Toolroom
West Ealing is a suburb to the west of London, and Keith Stewart lives there in the lower part of
Peachtree Road
The South killed Lucy Bondurant Chastain Venable on the day she was born. It just took her until
Up Island
You know how people are always saying "I knew it by the back of my neck" when they mean those occa
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Fire in the Steppe
It was on one of those glowing Autumn afternoons that Pan Andrei Kmita sat sipping his after-dinne
Quo Vadis
It was close to noon before Petronius came awake, feeling as drained and listless and detached as
The Deluge
The new year came in the midst of a cold, dry Winter that covered all of Zmudya with a deep white
With Fire and Sword
The year 1647 abounded with omens. Strange signs and portents of disasters appeared on earth and
Alan Sillitoe (2009)
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
The rowdy gang of singers who sat at the scattered tables saw Arthur walk unsteadily to the head o
Robert Silverberg OTRS
Master of Life and Death
The offices of the Bureau of Population Equalization, vulgarly known as Popeek, were located on the
Where the Sidewalk Ends
If you are a dreamer, come in,
  If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
Gramp Stevens sat in a lawn chair, watching the mower at work, feeling the warm, soft sunshine seep
Way Station
The noise was ended now. The smoke drifted like thin gray wisps of fog above the tortured earth and
Off Keck Road
Bea Maxwell remembered the first time she'd driven out to see the new part of town. It was 1956 a
May Sinclair 001
The Tree of Heaven
Frances Harrison was sitting out in the garden under the tree that her husband called an ash-tree,
Upton Beall Sinclair Jr
The Jungle
It was four o'clock when the ceremony was over and the carriages began to arrive.
Isaac Bashevis Singer crop
I was brought up on three dead languages - Hebrew, Aramaic, and Yiddish (some consider the last not
Maj Sjöwall 01
The Laughing Policeman
( with )
On the evening of the thirteenth of November it was pouring in Stockholm.
2000 Kisses
Some things were almost as good as sex.
Black Rose
The candles on the carved mahogany side table sputtered, their flickering dance reflected in a nearb
Bride Of The Mist
She was shaking.
Come The Night
The moon was full.
Comes The Dawn
"Come out, villain!"
Going Overboard
Carolina Sullivan needed a man's body desperately.
Hot Pursuit
Taylor looked south to the distant sprawl of San Francisco.
My Spy
"There's a naked man in the swimming pool."
The Perfect Gift
The first snowflakes of Winter danced over Scotland's green hills.
The Ruby
She gasped, realizing she'd have to stop
Frank Fairlegh
"Never forget, under any circumstances, to think and act like a gentleman, and don't exceed your a
Jane smiley 2009
A Thousand Acres
At sixty miles an hour, you could pass our farm in a minute, on County Road 686, which ran due north
The All-True Travels and Adventures of Lidie Newton
I have made up my mind to begin my account upon the first occasion when I truly knew where things st
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York.
Tomorrow Will Be Better
There couldn't be a colder--lonelier place in the whole world, thought Margy Shannon, than a deser
101 Dalmations
Not long ago, there lived in London a young married couple of Dalmatian dogs named Pongo and Misses
I Capture the Castle
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. That is, my feet are in it; the rest of me is on the dr
Franics Hopkinson Smith
Felix O'Day
Broadway on dry nights, or rather that part known as the Great White Way, is a crowded thoroughfar
Peter was still poring over his ledger one dark afternoon in December, his bald head glistening li
Lillian Eugenia Smith NYWTS
Strange Fruit
She stood at the gate, waiting; behind her the swamp, in front of her Colored Town, beyond it, all
Gorky Park
All nights should be so dark, all winters so warm, all headlights so dazzling.
Due North
She stood on the fox until it died.
Zadie Smith NBCC 2011 Shankbone
White Teeth
Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway. At 0627 hours on January 1, 1975
Tobias Smollett c 1770
Peregrine Pickle
In a certain county of England, bounded on one side by the sea, and at the distance of one hundred
The Adventures of Roderick Random
I was born in the northern part of this united kingdom, in the house of my grandfather; a gentlema
The Austere Academy
If you were going to give a gold medal to the least delightful person on Earth, you would have to give that medal to a person named Carmelita Spats, and if you didn’t give it to her, Carmelita Spats was the sort of person who would snatch it from your hands anyway.
The Bad Beginning
If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book
The Miserable Mill
Sometime in your life--in fact, very soon--you may find yourself reading a book, and you may notice
The Reptile Room
The stretch of road that leads out of the city, past Hazy Harbor and into the town of Tedia, is perh
Strangers and Brothers
The fire in our habitual public-house spurted and fell.
The Masters
The snow had only just stopped, and in the court below my rooms all sounds were dulled.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn 1974crop
August 1914
They left the village in the clear dawn light. As the sun rose the mountains were dazzling white w
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Reveille was sounded, always, at 5 A.M.--a hammer pounding on a rail outside camp H
The Cancer Ward
On top of everything, the cancer wing was Number 13. Pavel Nikolayevich Rusanov had never been an
The First Circle
The fretwork hands stood at five past four.
The Gulag Archipelago
How do people get to this clandestine Archipelago?
Susan Sontag, Miami Book Fair International, 1994
Death Kit
Diddy the Good was taking a business trip.
In America
Irresolute, no shivering, I'd crashed a party in the private dining room of a hotel.
( 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. "
The Girls of Slender Means
Long ago in 1945 all the nice people in England were poor, allowing for exceptions.
The Mandelbaum Gate
Sometimes, instead of a letter to thank his hostess, Freddy Hamilton would compose a set of formal
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
The boys, as they talked to the girls from Marcia Blaine School, stood on the far side of their bi
Go Ask Alice
September 16
Yesterday I remember thinking I was the happiest person in the whole earth, in the whole galaxy, in all of God's creation.
Message in a Bottle
A cold December wind was blowing, and Theresa Osborne crossed her arms as she stared out over the
Nights in Rodanthe
Three years earlier, on a warm November morning in 1999, Adrienne Willis had returned to the Inn a
The Notebook
Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?
The Rescue
Why had this happened? Why, of all the children, was Kyle the one?
Frank H. Spearman
Nan of Music Mountain
Lefever, if there was a table in the room, could never be got to sit on a chair; and being rotund
Cardinal Francis Spellman
The Foundling
No one noticed the solitary, wistful soldier peeling an orange with his teeth. Once this lean, lo
Endless Love
When I was seventeen and in full obedience to my heart's most urgent commands, I stepped far from th
Edmund Spenser oil painting
The Faerie Queene
Lo I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske,
  As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards
The Faerie Queene
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
  Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shi
The Faerie Queene
The Patron of true Holinesse,
  Foule Errour doth defeate:
Mickey Spillane Columbo 1974
One Lonely Night
Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be a
Norman Spinrad
The Solarians
It would be another uneven battle.
My Son, My Son!
I liked fetching the washing from the Moscrops', and my mother liked washing for Mrs. Moscrop bett
The Houses in Between
I remember that I was dancing up and down. "Shall I see the Queen?" I cried. "Shall I see the Qu
Baghdad Sketches
In a very short time a railway will link Baghdad with Europe.
Donald Westlake (Also known as: Donald E Westlake)
When the car stopped rolling, Parker kicked out the rest of the windshield and crawled through onto
When the alarm went off, Parker and Armiston were far to the rear of the warehouse, Armiston with th
Butcher's Moon
Running toward the light, Parker fired twice over his left shoulder, not caring whether he hit anyth
When the angel opened the door, Parker stepped first past the threshold into the darkness of the cin
Deadly Edge
Up here, the music was just a throbbing under the feet, a distant pulse.
When the phone rang, Parker was in the garage, killing a man.
When the dashboard clock read 2:40, Parker drove out of the drugstore parking lot and across the sun
When a fresh-faced guy in a Chevy offered him a lift, Parker told him to go to hell.
Lemons Never Lie
Grofield put a nickel in the slot machine, pulled the lever, and watched a lemon, a lemon, and a lem
Nobody Runs Forever
When he saw that the one called Harbin was wearing a wire, Parker said, 'Deal me out a hand,' and go
Plunder Squad
Hearing the click behind him, Parker threw his glass straight back over his right shoulder, and dove
Parker jumped out of the Ford with a gun in one hand and the packet of explosive in the other.
The Black Ice Score
Parker walked into his hotel room, and there was a guy in there going through his suitcase laid out
The Green Eagle Score
Parker looked in at the beach and there was a guy in a black suit standing there, surrounded by all
The Handle
When the engine stopped, Parker came up on deck for a look around.
The Jugger
When the knock came at the door, Parker was just turning to the obituary page.
The Man with the Getaway Face
When the bandages came off, Parker looked in the mirror at a stranger.
The Mourner
When the guy with the asthma finally came in from the fire escape, Parker rabbit-punched him and too
The Outfit
When the woman screamed, Parker awoke and rolled off the bed.
The Rare Coin Score
Parker spent two weeks on the white sand beach at Biloxi, and on a white sandy bitch named Belle, bu
The Score
When the bellboy left, Parker went over to the house phone and made his call.
The Seventh
When he didn't get any answer the second time he knocked, Parker kicked the door in.
The Sour Lemon Score
Parker put the revolver away and looked out the windshield.
The Man Who Loved Children
All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout for him as they skated r
It was one of those perfect, deliciously warm Saturday afternoons in April, when the air on your c
Answered Prayers
Faith Madison looked small and serious and stylish, as she set the table, tossed a salad, and glan
"Dr. Hallam . . . Dr. Hallam . . . Dr. Hallam . . . Cardiac Intensive, Dr. Hallam . . ." The voic
The snowflakes fell in big white clusters, clinging together like a drawing from a fairy tale, jus
Family Album
The heat of the jungle was so oppressive that just standing in one place was almost like swimming
Fine Things
It was almost impossible to get to Lexington and Sixty-third Street. The wind was howling, and th
Five Days in Paris
The weather in Paris was unusually warm as Peter Haskell's plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airpo
Full Circle
On the afternoon of Thursday, December 11, 1941, the country was still in a daze. The casualty li
The sound of an ancient typewriter sang out staccato in the silence of the room, as a cloud of blu
Irresistible Forces
It was a brilliantly sunny day in New York, and the temperature had soared over the hundred mark l
The air was so still in the brilliant summer sun that you could hear the birds, and every sound fo
The long black limousine pulled up slowly, and came to a stop, in a long line of cars just like it
The rains were torrential northeast of Naples on the twenty-fourth of December,1943, and Sam Walke
The voices droned around the conference room as Alexandra Parker stretched long legs beneath the h
The sounds of the organ music drifted up to the Wedgwood blue sky. Birds sang in the trees, and i
Message from Nam
It was a chill gray day in Savannah, and there was a brisk breeze blowing in from the ocean. Ther
Mirror Image
The sound of the birds outside was muffled by the heavy brocade curtains of Henderson Manor, as Ol
Mixed Blessings
The sky was a brilliant blue, and the day was hot and still as Diana Goode stepped out of the limo
No Greater Love
The only sound in the dining room was the ticking of the large, ornate clock on the mantelpiece, a
The sun reverberated off the buildings with the brilliance of a handful of diamonds cast against a
Silent Honor
Masao Takashimaya's family had searched for five years for a suitable bride for him, ever since hi
Special Delivery
The tires of the red Ferrari squealed, as it came around the corner and dove neatly into the space
The birds were already calling to each other in the early morning stillness of the Alexander Valle
The Ghost
In the driving rain of a November day, the cab from London to Heathrow took forever. It was so da
The Gift
Annie Whittaker loved everything about Christmas. She loved the weather, and the trees, brightly
The Kiss
Isabelle Forrester stood looking down at the garden from her bedroom window, in the house on the r
The Klone and I
My first, and thus far only, marriage ended exactly two days before Thanksgiving. I remember the
The Long Road Home
A clock ticked loudly in the hall as Gabriella Harrison stood silently in the utter darkness of th
The Ranch
In any other supermarket, the woman walking down the aisle, pushing a cart between canned good and
The Wedding
The traffic moved along the Santa Monica Freeway at a snail's pace, as Allegra Steinberg lay her h
Charles Delauney limped only slightly as he walked up the steps of Saint Patrick's Cathedral, as a
Everything in the house shone as the sun streamed in through the long French windows. The carved
The road to O'Malley's Airport was a long, dusty thin trail that seemed to drift first left, then
Zoya closed her eyes again as the troika flew across the icy ground, the soft mist of snow leaving
On the Face of the Waters
"Going! Going! Gone!"
The Sun Is My Undoing
The manner of Hercules Flood's death made a scandal which eclipsed every other scandal that, durin
Angle of Repose
Now I believe they will leave me alone.
The Spectator Bird
On a February morning, when a weather front is moving in off the Pacific but has not quite arrived
John Steinbeck 1962
Cannery Row
Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a t
East of Eden
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mou
Of Mice and Men
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep
Sweet Thursday
When the war came to Monterey and to Cannery Row everybody fought it more or less, in one way or a
The Grapes of Wrath
To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they
The Moon Is Down
By ten-forty-five it was all over. The town was occupied, the defenders defeated, and the war fin
The Pearl
Kino awakened in the near dark. The stars still shone and the day had drawn only a pale wash of l
The Wayward Bus
Forty-two miles below San Ysidro, on a great north-south highway in California, there is a crossro
The Winter of Our Discontent
When the fair cold morning of April stirred Mary Hawley awake, she turned over to her husband and
Travels with Charley
When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people
Lucien Leuwen
"I don't mean to take advantage of my title of father to interfere with you, my son. You are free
Lucien Leuwen
Lucien Leuwen was expelled from the Ecole Polytechnique for having gone for an untimely walk on a
The Charterhouse of Parma
On the 15th of May, 1796, General Bonaparte made his entry into Milan at the head of that young ar
 Neal Stephenson
Two tires fly.
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.
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bo
Robert Louis Stevenson Knox Series
The 25th day of August, 1751, about two in the afternoon, I, David Balfour, came forth of the Brit
In the South Seas
For nearly ten years my health had been declining; and for some while before I set forth upon my voy
I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year
Prince Otto
You shall seek in vain upon the map of Europe for the bygone state of Grnewald.
St. Ives
It was in the month of May, 1813, that I was so unlucky as to fall into the hands of the enemy.
The Beach at Falesa
I saw that island first when it was neither night nor morning. The moon was to the west, setting
The Black Arrow
On a certain afternoon, in the late springtime, the bell upon Tunstall Moat House was heard ringing
The Bottle Imp
There was a man in the island of Hawaii, whom I shall call Keawe; for the truth is, he still lives
The Dynamiter
In the city of encounters, the Bagdad of the West, and, to be more precise, on the broad northern pa
The Island Nights Entertainments
There was a man of the Island of Hawaii, whom I shall call Keawe; for the truth is, he still lives,
The Master of Ballantrae
The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for, and public curiosity
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, s
Treasure Island
Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the who
Weir of Hermiston
The Lord Justice-Clerk was a stranger in that part of the country; but his lady wife was known the
The Crystal Cave
I am an old man now, but then I was already past my prime when Arthur was crowned King.
The Gabriel Hounds
I met him in the street called Straight.
The Hollow Hills
There was a lark singing somewhere high above. Light fell dazzling against my closed eyelids, and
The Last Enchantment
Not every king would care to start his reign with the wholesale massacre of children. This is wha
This Rough Magic
"And if it's a boy," said Phyllida cheerfully, "we'll call him Prospero."
Touch Not the Cat
My lover came to me on the last night in April, with a message and a warning that sent me home to
SM Stirling 2
Island in the Sea of Time
Ian Arnstein stepped off the ferry gangway and hefted his bags.
Frank R. Stockton
The Late Mrs. Null
There was a wide entrance-gate to the old family mansion of Midbranch, but it was never opened to ad
Bram Stoker 1906
Jonathan Harker's Journal 3 May. Bistritz.-- Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vien
Immortal Wife
She swept into the reception room of Miss English's Academy, her hazel eyes bright with anger, the
Love Is Eternal
She leaned across her dressing table and gazed into the gilt-framed mirror on the wall.
The Agony and the Ecstasy
He sat before the mirror of the second-floor bedroom stretching his lean cheeks with their high bo
The Greek Treasure
She was helping the other girls of the village decorate the icon of St. Meletios, putting daisies,
The Passions of the Mind
They moved up the trail vigorously, their slim young figures in rhythmic cadence.
Those Who Love
She sat in the center of the bed she shared with her old sister Mary, slim legs tucked beneath her
 Michael Stone
A Long Reach
Merton 'Buddy' Hickley wouldn't tell you the truth if you set his hair on fire.
Robert stone 2010
Dog Soldiers
There was only one bench in the shade and Converse went for it, although it was already occupied.
The Hand in Glove
It was not surprising that Sylvia Raffray, on that Saturday in September, had occasion for discourse
Under the Andes
The scene was not exactly new to me
 Harriet Beecher Stowe
Uncle Tom's Cabin
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine,
Harriet Beecher Stowe c1852
Oldtown Folks
It has always been a favorite idea of mine, that there is so much of the human in every man, that
The Minister's Wooing
Mrs. Katy Scudder had invited Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Jones, and Deacon Twitchel's wife to take tea w
Uncle Tom's Cabin
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their win
A Daughter of the Land
Kate Bates followed the narrow footpath rounding the corner of the small country church, as the ol
Her Father's Daughter
"What makes you wear such funny shoes?"
"Have I got a Little Sister anywhere in this house?" inquired Laddie at the door, in his most coax
Michael O'Halloran
"Aw kid, come on! Be square!"
The Harvester
"Bel, come here!"
The Keeper of the Bees
  The bearer of this name swung his feet to the floor and s
Peter Straub BBF 2010 Shankbone
Black House
( with )
Right here and now, as an old friend used to say, we are in the <br />fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision.
The Talisman
( with )
On September 5th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the <br />water and land come together, hand
Dere Mable
Dere Mable:
  I guess you thought I was dead. Youll never know how near you was to
Father of the Bride
No matter what Kay might have done about marriage it would not have been looked upon with any grea
Elizabeth Strout Headshot
Amy and Isabelle
It was terribly hot that summer Mr. Robertson left town, and for a long while the river seemed dea
Mrs. Miniver
It was lovely, thought Mrs. Miniver, nodding goodbye to the flower-woman and carrying her big shea
More Than Human
The idiot lived in a black and gray world, punctuated by the white lightning of hunger and the flick
Darkness Visible
In Paris on a chilling evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggl
Sophie's Choice
In those days cheap apartments were almost impossible to find in Manhattan, so I had to move to Br
The Confessions of Nat Turner
TO THE PUBLIC - The late insurrection in Southampton has greatly excited the public mind and led to
Eugène Sue 3
Mysteries of Paris
One cold, rainy evening, toward the end of October, 1838, a man of athletic build, wearing an old
The Wandering Jew
The Arctic Ocean encircles with a belt of eternal ice the desert confines of Siberia and North Ame
Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour
It was a murky October day that the hero of our tale, Mr Sponge, or Soapey Sponge, as his good-nat
Jacqueline Susann 1951
There was a mean chill in the air as Air Force One began its slow approach toward Washington. Alt
Once Is Not Enough
When Mike Wayne walked into the V.I.P. Lounge at Kennedy Airport, the hostess was positive he was
The Love Machine
At nine in the morning, she was standing on the steps in front of the Plaza Hotel, shivering in a
Valley of the Dolls
The temperature hit ninety degrees the day she arrived. New York was steaming--an angry concrete
The Eagle Of The Ninth
From the Fosseway westward to the Isca Dumnoniorum the road was simply a British trackway, broadened
The Exhibitionist
It wasn't any lack of human feeling. There were people in the town who said it was that, but it w
Zeno's Conscience
The doctor with whom I discussed the question told me to begin my work with a historical analysis
A Tale of a Tub
Whoever has an ambition to be heard in a crowd must press, and squeeze, and thrust, and climb with
Gulliver's Travels
My father had a small estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the third of five sons.
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