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| Motor City Blue | Loren D Estleman | Facts from the past are best left there. | Buy | |
| Answered Prayers | Danielle Steel | Faith Madison looked small and serious and stylish, as she set the table, tossed a salad, and glanced into the oven at the dinner she'd prepared. | Buy | |
| The Crisis | Winston Churchill | Faithfully to relate how Eliphalet Hopper came to St. Louis is to betray no secret. | Buy | |
| Beverly of Graustark | George Barr McCutcheon | Far off in the mountain lands, somewhere to the east of the setting sun, lies the principality of Graustark, serene relic of rare old feudal days. | Buy | |
| The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy | Douglas Adams | Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. | Buy | |
| So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish | Douglas Adams | Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. | Buy | |
| Just David | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was roughly yet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine. Before it a tiny expanse of green sloped gently away to a point where the mountain dropped in another sharp descent, wooded with scrubby firs and pines. At the left a footpath led into the cool depths of the forest. | Buy | |
| Tootle | Gertrude Crampton | Far, far to the west of everywhere is the village of Lower Trainswitch. All the baby locomotive go there to learn to be big locomotives. The young locomotives steam up and down the tracks, trying to call out the long, sad ToooOooot of the big locomotives. But the test they can do is a gay little Tootle. | Buy | |
| Mary Marie | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | Father calls me Mary. Mother calls me Marie. Everybody else calls me Mary Marie. The rest of my name is Anderson. I'm thirteen years old, and I'm a cross-current and a contradiction. That is, Sarah says I'm that. | Buy | |
| A Common Life | Jan Karon | Father Timothy Kavanagh stood at the stone wall on the ridge above Mitford, watching the deepening blush of a late June sunset. | Buy | |
| Mistral's Daughter | Judith Krantz | Fauve dashed through the lobby, her Stop-sign red slicker flapping around her, and managed to squeeze her way through the elevator doors a split second before they closed. Panting, she tried to furl her big striped umbrella so that it wouldn't drip on the other people who were jammed in with her, but, in the crowd, her arms were pinned to her sides. | Buy | |
| The Magic Barrel | Bernard Malamud | Feld, the shoemaker, was annoyed that his helper, Sobol, was so insensitive to his reverie that he wouldn't for a minute cease his fanatic pounding at the other bench. | Buy | |
| The Bride of Lammermoor | Walter Dill Scott | Few have been in my secret while I was compiling these narratives, nor is it probable that they will ever become public during the life of their author. | Buy | |
| The Bride of Lammermoor | Sir Walter Scott | Few have been in my secret while I was compiling these narratives, nor is it probable that they will ever become public during the life of their author | Buy | |
| The Wild Olive | Anonymous | Finding himself in the level wood-road, whose open aisle drew a long, straight streak across the sky, still luminous with the late-lingering Adirondack twilight, the tall young fugitive, hatless, coatless, and barefooted, paused a minute for reflection. As he paused, he listened; but all distinctiveness of sound was lost in the play of the wind, up hill and down dale, through chasm and over crag, in those uncounted leagues of forest. | Buy | |
| The Wild Olive | Anonymous (Basil King) | Finding himself in the level wood-road, whose open aisle drew a long, straight streak across the sky, still luminous with the late-lingering Adirondack twilight, the tall young fugitive, hatless, coatless, and barefooted, paused a minute for reflection. As he paused, he listened; but all distinctiveness of sound was lost in the play of the wind, up hill and down dale, through chasm and over crag, in those uncounted leagues of forest. | Buy | |
| The Incredible Shrinking Man | Richard Matheson | First he thought it was a tidal wave. | Buy | |
| Coniston | Winston Churchill | First I am to write a love-story of long ago, of a time some little while after General Jackson had got into the White House and had shown the world what a real democracy was. | Buy | |
| Something Wicked this Way Comes | Ray Bradbury | First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But there be bad and good, as the pirates say. | Buy | |
| The House of Bernard Alba | Federico Garcia Lorca | FIRST SERVANT (entering): The tolling of those bells hits me right between the eyes. | Buy | |
| Antarctica | Kim Stanley Robinson | First you fall in love with Antarctica, then it breaks your heart. | Buy | |
| Godric | Frederick Buechner | Five friends I had, and two of them snakes. | Buy | |
| The Poky Little Puppy | Janette Sebring Lowrey | Five little puppies dug a hole under the fence and went for a walk in the wide, wide world. | Buy | |
| Little Man, What Now? | Hans Fallada | Five minutes past four. A neatly dressed, fair-haired young man stands in front of No. 24 Rothenbaumstrasse. | Buy | |
| Party Going | Henry Green | Fog was so dense, bird that had been disturbed went flat into a balustrade and slowly fell, dead, at her feet. | Buy | |
| The Canceled Czech | Lawrence Block | For a crow, the cities of Vienna and Prague are just a shade over 150 miles apart. | Buy | |
| Pylon | William Faulkner | For a full minutes Jiggs stood before the window in a light splatter of last night's confetti lying against the windowbase like spent dirty foam, lightpoised on the balls of his greasestained tennis shoes, looking at the boots. | Buy | |
| Drum Beat--Dominique | Stephen Marlowe | For a guy who once held down the number two spot in the protocol section of the State Department, Jack Morley had come a long way--all of it in the wrong direction. | Buy | |
| Dagger of Flesh | Richard S Prather | For a long moment, she clung to me, whispering, her lips soft against my throat. | Buy | |
| Remembrance of Things Past | Marcel Proust | For a long time I would go to bed early. [Fr., Longtemps, je me suis couche de bonne heure.] | Buy | |
| Tropic of Ruislip | Leslie Thomas | For a man facing both Monday morning and utter defeat he did not feel too bad. | Buy | |
| Three Farmers on Their Way to a Dance | Richard S. Powers | For a third of a century, I got by nicely without Detroit. | Buy | |
| The Man in the High Castle | Philip K. Dick | For a week Mr. R. Childan had been anxiously watching the mail. But the valuable shipment from the Rocky Mountain States had not arrived. As he opened up his store on Friday morning and saw only letters on the floor by the mail slot he thought, I'm going to have an angry customer. | Buy | |
| A Man in Full | Tom Wolfe | For a while the freaking traffic inched up Piedmont . . . inched up Piedmont . . . inched up Piedmont . . . inched up as far as Tenth Street . . . and then inched up the slope beyond Tenth Street . . . inched up as far as Fifteenth Street . . . whereupon it came to a complete, utter, hopeless, bogged-down glue-trap halt, both ways, northbound, southbound, going and coming, across all four lanes. | Buy | |
| Gracie: A Love Story | George Burns | For forty years my act consisted of one joke. And then she died. | Buy | |
| The Tree of Liberty | Elizabeth Page | For half an hour Matthew had known by the gleam of his mother's cap though the window that she was at work at her loom, and for half an hour he had been chopping steadily, swoop up, down smash, swoop up, down smash and a rending crack as the fibers of the wood gave way. | Buy | |
| The Swiss Family Robinson | Johann Wyss | For many days we had been tempest-tossed. | Buy | |
| The Swiss Family Robinson | Johann David Wyss and Johann Rudolf Wyss | For many days we had been tempest-tossed. Six times had the darkness closed over a wide and terrific scene, and returning light as often brought but renewed distress, for the raging storm increased in fury until on the seventh day all hope was lost. | Buy | |
| The Seven-Per-Cent Solution | Nicholas Meyer | For many years it was my good fortune to witness, chronicle, and in some instances assist my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, in a number of cases which were submitted to him in his unique capacity as a consulting detective. | Buy | |
| The Sex Diary of Gerard Sorme | Colin Wilson | For me, there is simply one objection to novels: they get nowhere. | Buy | |
| The Innocents Abroad | Mark Twain (pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens) | For months the great pleasure excursion to Europe and the Holy Land was chatted about in the newspapers everywhere in America and discussed at countless firesides. | Buy | |
| In the South Seas | Robert Louis Stevenson | For nearly ten years my health had been declining; and for some while before I set forth upon my voyage, I believed I was come to the afterpiece of life, and had only the nurse and undertaker to expect | Buy | |
| Worldwar: Tilting the Balance | Harry Turtledove | For nostalgia's sake, Fleet Lord Atvar called up the hologram of the Tosevite warrior he had often studied before the invasion fleet actually reached the world of Tosev 3. | Buy | |
| Being Dead | Jim Crace | For old times' sake, the doctors of zoology had driven out of town that Tuesday afternoon to make a final visit to the singing salt dunes at Baritone Bay. And to lay a ghost. They never made it back alive. They almost never made it back at all. | Buy | |
| Democracy | Henry Brooks Adams | For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington. | Buy | |
| Time to Murder and Create | Lawrence Block | For seven consecutive Fridays I got telephone calls from him. | Buy | |
| The Waters of Kronos | Conrad Richter | For seven days the man who lived by the Western Sea had driven eastward toward the place where he was born, and every day he asked himself the same question. Why had he come? | Buy | |
| Wildfire | Zane Grey | For some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotions--a sweet gratitude for the fullness of her life there at the Ford, yet a haunting remorse that she could not be wholly content--a vague loneliness of soul--a thrill and a fear for the strangely calling future, glorious, unknown. | Buy | |
| Chesapeake | James A. Michener | For some time now they had been suspicious of him. | Buy | |
| The Chosen | Chaim Potok | For the first fifteen years of our lives, Danny and I lived within five blocks of each other and neither of us knew of the other's existence. | Buy | |
| The Chosen | Chaim Potok | For the first fifteen years of our lives, Danny and I lived within five blocks of each other and neither of us knew of the others existence. | Buy | |
| The Brethren | John Grisham | For the weekly docket the court jester wore his standard garb of well-used and deeply faded maroon pajamas and lavender terry-cloth shower shoes with no socks. | Buy | |
| A Lion Is in the Streets | Adria Locke Langley | For two days, ever since Hank's death, she had been in a daze of numbness, held in a strange waiting on some inner knowledge. | Buy | |
| The Tommyknockers | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | For want of a nail the kingdom was lost--that's how the catechism goes when you boil it down. In the end, you can boil everything down to something similar--or so Robert Anderson thought much later on. It's either all an accident . . . or all fate. Anderson literally stumbled over her destiny in a small town of Haven, Maine, on June 21, 1988. That stumble was the root of the matter; all the rest was nothing but history. | Buy | |
| McAuslan in the Rough | George MacDonald Fraser | Fort Yarhuna lies away to the south, on the edge of the big desert. | Buy | |
| The Great Train Robbery | Michael Crichton | Forty minutes out of London, passing through the rolling green fields and cherry orchards of Kent, the morning train of the South Eastern Railway attained its maximum speed of fifty-four miles an hour. Riding the bright blue-painted engine, the driver in his red uniform could be seen standing upright in the open air, unshielded by any cab or windscreen, while at his feet the engineer crouched, shoveling coal into the glowing furnaces of the engine. Behind the chugging engine and tender were three yellow first-class coaches, followed by seven second-class carriages; and at the very end, a gray, windowless luggage van. | Buy | |
| The Wayward Bus | John Ernst Steinbeck | Forty-two miles below San Ysidro, on a great north-south highway in California, there is a crossroad which for eighty-odd years has been called Rebel Corners. | Buy | |
| The Marble Faun | Nathaniel Hawthorne | Four individuals, in whose fortunes we should be glad to interest the reader, happened to be standing in one of the saloons of the sculpture gallery in the Capitol at Rome. | Buy | |
| The Bloody Red Baron: Anno Dracula 1918 | Kim Newman | Four miles from the lines, heavy guns sounded as a constant rumble. | Buy | |
| Fran | John Breckenridge Ellis | Fran knocked at the front door. It was too dark for her to find the bell; however, had she found it, she would have knocked just the same. | Buy | |
| The Tree of Heaven | May Sinclair | Frances Harrison was sitting out in the garden under the tree that her husband called an ash-tree, and that the people down in her part of the country called a tree of Heaven. | Buy | |
| The Unbearable Bassington | H H Munro | Francesca Bassington sat in the drawing-room of her house in Blue Street, W., regaling herself and her estimable brother Henry with China tea and small cress sandwiches | Buy | |
| The Violent Bear It Away | Flannery O'Connor | Francis Marion Tarwater's uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Savior at the head of the grave and enough dirt to keep the dogs from digging it up. | Buy | |
| The Violent Bear It Away | Flannery O'Connor | Francis Marion Tarwater's uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Savior at the head of the grave and enough dirt on top to keep the dogs from digging it up. | Buy | |
| The Song of Bernadette | Franz Werfel | Francois Soubirous gets up in the dark. It is just six. Long
ago he lost possession of the silver watch which was a wedding
present from his clever sister-in-law Bernarde Casterot. The
ticket for it as well as the tickets for other poor little
treasures issued by the municipal pawn brokerage had lapsed the
autumn before. Soubirous knows that it is six and even though
the chimes of the parish church of Saint Pierre had not yet rung
for early Mass. The poor have the time in their bones. Without dial or bell they know what hour has struck, for the poor are always afraid of being late. | Buy | |
| Greenmantle | Charles de Lint | Frankie followed the moving van down the short driveway and watched it head off down the road; then she turned to look at the house. The difference between the half-gutted structure that had stood there when she bought the place and what was there now was phenomenal. | Buy | |
| Mr Love and Justice | Colin MacInnes | Frankie Love came from the sea, and was greatly ill at ease elsewhere. When on land he was harassed and didn't fit in at all. | Buy | |
| The Hamlet | William Faulkner | Frenchman's Bend was a section of rich river-bottom country lying twenty miles southeast of Jefferson. Hill-cradled and remote, definite yet without boundaries, straddling into two counties and owning allegiance to neither, it had been the original grant and side of a tremendous pre-Civil War plantation, the ruins of which--the gutted shell on an enormous house with its fallen stables and slave quarters and overgrown gardens and brick terraces and promenades--were still known as the Old Frenchman's place, although the original boundaries now existed only on old faded records in the Chancery Clerk's office in the county courthouse in Jefferson, and even some of the once-fertile fields had long since reverted to the cane-and-cypress jungle from which their first master had hewed them. | Buy | |
| Absalom, Absalom! | William Faulkner | From a little after two o'clock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that--a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that light and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them. | Buy | |
| Sanctuary | William Faulkner | From behind the screen of bushes which surrounded the spring, Popeye watched the man drinking. | Buy | |
| The Anubis Gates | Tim Powers | From between two trees at the crest of the hill a very old man watched, with a nostalgic longing he thought he'd lost all capacity for, as the last group of picnickers packed up their baskets, mounted their horses, and rode away south--they moved a little hastily, for it was a good six miles back to London, and the red sun was already silhouetting the branches of the trees along the River Brent, two miles to the west. | Buy | |
| Sanctuary | William Faulkner | From beyond the screen of bushes which surrounded the spring, Popeye watched the man drinking. A faint path led from the road to the spring. Popeye watched the man--a tall, thin man, hatless, in worn gray flannel trousers and carrying a tweed coat over his arm--emerge from the path and kneel to drink from the spring. | Buy | |
| Beggarman, Thief | Irwin Shaw | FROM BILLY ABBOTT'S NOTEBOOK-- I AM WORTHLESS, MONIKA SAYS. | Buy | |
| The Mine with the Iron Door | Harold Bell Wright | From every street and corner in Tucson we see the mountains. | Buy | |
| Operation Overkill | Dan J Marlowe | From the back seat of the Olds I could see the kid's cotton gloves flash white on the steering wheel as he swung the car from Van Buren onto Central Avenue. | Buy | |
| The Eagle Of The Ninth | Rosemary Sutcliffe | From the Fosseway westward to the Isca Dumnoniorum the road was simply a British trackway, broadened and roughly metalled, strengthened by corduroys of logs in the softest places, but otherwise unchanged from its old estate, as it wound among the hills, thrusting farther and farther into the wilderness. | Buy | |
| Assault on a Queen | Jack Finney | From the lobby of the little resort hotel on Fire Island, New York, a man in blue swimming trunks walked out onto the big veranda. | Buy | |
| The Fixer | Bernard Malamud | From the small crossed window of his room above the stable in the brickyard, Yakov Bok saw people in their long overcoats running somewhere early that morning, everybody in the same direction. | Buy | |
| The Fixer | Bernard Malamud | From the small crossed window of his room above the stable in the brickyard, Yakov Bok saw people in their long overcoats running somewhere early that morning, everybody in the same direction | Buy | |
| Lady Boss | Jackie Collins | From the very beginning they were destined to be a lethal combination--Lucky Santangelo and Lennie Golden. Two stubborn, crazy, smart people. | Buy | |
| Niccolò Rising | Dorothy Dunnett | From Venice to Cathay, from Seville to the Gold Coast of Africa, men anchored their ships and opened their ledgers and weighed one thing against another as if nothing would change. | Buy | |
| The Saracen Blade | Frank Yerby | From where they stood, they could see the castle. | Buy |