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| The Fourth King | Harry Stephen Keeler | J. Hamilton Eaves, seated in the leather-lined swivel chair of his private office in the National Industrial Securities Company, gazed down curiously at the small and inconspicuous parcel the mail carrier had just delivered with the rest of the afternoon's letters. | Buy | |
| The Holcroft Covenant | Robert Ludlum | JANUARY 197-- "Attention! Le train de sept heures a destination de Zurich partira du quai numero douze." The tall American in the dark-blue raincoat glanced up at the cavernous dome of the Geneva railway station, trying to locate the hidden speakers. The expression on his sharp, angular face was quizzical; the announcement was in French, a language he spoke but little and understood less. Nevertheless, he was able to distinguish the word Zurich; it was his signal. | Buy | |
| Hollywood Husbands | Jackie Collins | Jack Python walked through the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel with every eye upon him. He had money, charisma, a certain kind of power, razor-sharp wit, and fame. It all showed. | Buy | |
| The Shining | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick. | Buy | |
| Signal to Noise | Eric S Nylund | Jack watched his office walls sputter malfunctioning mathematical symbols and release a block of passenger pigeons; his nose was tickled with the odor of eucalyptus. | Buy | |
| Goldfinger | Ian Fleming | James Bond, wth two double bourbons inside him, sat back in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death. | Buy | |
| A Town like Alice | Nevil Shute (Nevil Shute Norway) | James Macfadden died in March 1905 when he was forty-seven years old; he was riding in the Driffield Point to Point. | Buy | |
| A Town Like Alice | Nevil Shute | James Macfadden died in March 1905 when he was forty-seven years old; he was riding the the Driffield Point-to-Point. | Buy | |
| The Spike | Arnaud de Borchgrave and Robert Moss | Jammed against the big bell tower by the press of students around him in the middle of Sproul Plaza, Bob Hockney stared up into the belly of the helicopter that had blacked out the sun. It looked like a fat blowfly about to settle on their heads. | Buy | |
| Jane and Prudence | Barbara Pym | Jane and Prudence were walking in the college garden before dinner. | Buy | |
| Private Worlds | Phyllis Bottome | Jane Everest glanced about her sitting-room to see if she hadn't an excuse for moving about in it. But it was relentlessly tidy. The file burned brightly, a tray with whisky-and-soda stood, equally ready, for triumph or defeat. | Buy | |
| Mulengro | Charles de Lint | Janfri Yayal watched his house burn down without expression. | Buy | |
| Jarnegan | Jim Tully | Japper had drifted into Flannery's saloon on River Street, where Jack Muldoon stood at the bar. | Buy | |
| The Winning of Barbara Worth | Harold Bell Wright | Jefferson Worth's outfit of four mules and a big wagon pulled out of San Felipe at daybreak, headed for Rubio City. | Buy | |
| East Side, West Side | Marcia Davenport | Jessie Bourne like to wake very slowly in the morning, gradually feeling the coming to life of each of her senses. | Buy | |
| Gerald's Game | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Jessie could hear the back door banging lightly, randomly, in the October breeze blowing around the house. The jamb always swelled in the fall and you really had to give the door a yank to shut it. This time they had forgotten. She thought of telling Gerald to go back and shut the door before they got too involved or that banging would drive her nuts. Then she thought how ridiculous that would be, given the current circumstances. It would ruin the whole mood. | Buy | |
| As I Lay Dying | William Faulkner | Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file. Although I am fifteen feet ahead of him, anyone watching us from the cottonhouse can see Jewel's frayed and broken straw hat a full head above my own. | Buy | |
| The Search for God | Marchette Gaylord Chute | Job was not a patient man. | Buy | |
| The Pillow Fight | Nicholas Monsarrat | Johannesburg from the air is not like a miniature New York, whatever the South African Tourist Corporation may claim; but its compactness and modestly tall buildings do vaguely recall a stunted Manhattan Island surrounded by sandcastles. | Buy | |
| The Amateur Gentleman | Jeffrey Farnol | John Barty, ex-champion of England and landlord of the 'Coursing Hound,' sat screwed round in his chair with his eyes yet turned to the door that has closed after the departing lawyer fully five minutes ago, and his eyes were wide and blank, and his mouth (grim and close-lipped as a rule) gaped, becoming aware of which, he closed it with a snap, and passed a great knotted fist across his brow. | Buy | |
| Rainbow Six | Tom Clancy | John Clark had more time in airplanes than most licensed pilots, and he knew the statistics as well as any of them, but he still didn't like the idea of crossing the ocean on a twin-engine airliner. | Buy | |
| Below the Salt | Thomas B Costain | John Foraday had always been quiet and imaginative, and this was the only fault his grandmother had found in him. | Buy | |
| Windswept | Mary Ellen Chase | John Marston first came into possession of Windswept, its hundreds of rough, unkempt acres, its miles of high, rockstrewn coast, its one precipitous headland, cut by the fierce tides into almost a semi-circle within which his house was later to be built, on advent Sunday in the year 1880. He was fourteen years old at the time. The day, in fact, chanced to be his birthday. | Buy | |
| The Rainbow and the Rose | Nevil Shute | John Pascoe must have created something like a record for a pilot in civil aviation, because he went on flying a DC-6B across the Pacific from Sydney to Vancouver as a senior captain of AusCan Airways till he was sixty years old. | Buy | |
| The Corpse Moved Upstairs | Frank Gruber | Johnny Fletcher had the key in his hand, but it wasn't necessary to put it in the lock, for the door was slightly ajar. | Buy | |
| The Farm | Louis Bromfield | Johnny's earliest memory of the Farm was filled with snow and the sound of sleighbells. | Buy | |
| Dracula | Bram Stoker | Jonathan Harker's Journal 3 May. Bistritz.-- Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late | Buy | |
| Drawing Dead | Pete Hautman | Joseph Caruso Battagno (better known as Joey Cadillac, Joey C. to his friends and customers, Mr. C. to his employees, Joe Chicago to his Las Vegas investors, and occasionally referred to as "Stallion" by Chrissy Swenson, his twenty-two-year-old side squeeze, former Miss Minnesota, recently imported from the frozen wastelands of the north) said that the copy of Batman #3 he held in his chubby right hand was not for reading--it was for investing. | Buy | |
| Mila 18 | Leon Uris | Journal Entry--August 1939 This is the first entry in my journal. I cannot help but feel that the war will begin in a few weeks. If the lessons of the past three years are any barometer, something awesome is apt to happen if Germany makes a successful invasion. what with three and a half million Jews in Poland. Perhaps the tensions of the moment are making me overdramatic. My journal may prove completely worthless and a waste of time. Yet, as a historian, I must satisfy the impulse to record what is happening around me. ALEXANDER BRANDEL | Buy | |
| Bitter Lemons | Lawrence George Durrell | Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will--whatever we may think. | Buy | |
| The Multimillion-Dollar Murders | F van Wyck Mason | Judy Forthier kept her eyes pinned on her dressing-table mirror. | Buy | |
| Heirs Apparent | Sir Philip Gibbs | Julian Perryam was awakened at nine o'clock on a May morning in his bedroom in the Turl, off Broad Street, Oxford. He desired to sleep longer--hours longer--years longer--after a somewhat hectic night which had ended--how the deuce had it ended? | Buy | |
| Three Tales | Gustave Flaubert | Julian's father and mother lived in a castle with a forest round it, on the slope of a hill. | Buy | |
| The Word | Irving Wallace | Just after he entered John F. Kennedy Airport, and as he was having his ticket to Chicago verified, he was handed the urgent message by the attendant at the airline's desk. | Buy | |
| The Octopus | Frank Norris | Just after passing Caraher's saloon, on the County Road that ran south from Bonneville, and that divided the Broderson ranch from that of Los Muertos, Presley was suddenly aware of the faint and prolonged blowing of a steam whistle that he knew must come from the railroad shops near the depot at Bonneville | Buy | |
| A Long and Happy Life | Reynolds Price | Just with his body and from inside like a snake, leaning that black motorcycle side to side, cutting in and out of the slow line of cars to get there first, staring due-north through goggles towards Mount Moriah and switching coon tails in everybody's face was Wesley Beavers, and laid against his back like sleep, spraddle-legged on the sheepskin seat behind him was Rosacoke Mustian who was maybe his girl and who had given up looking into the wind and trying to nod at every sad car in the line, and when he even speeded up and passed the truck (lent for the afternoon my Mr. Isaac Alston and driven by Sammy his man, hauling one pine box and one black boy dressed in all he could borrow, set up in a ladder-back chair with flowers banked round him and a foot on the box to steady it)--when he even passed that, Rosacoke said once into his back "Don't" and rested in humiliation, not thinking but with her hands on his hips for dear life and her white blouse blown out behind her like a banner in defeat. | Buy | |
| A Frolic of His Own | William Gaddis | Justice?--You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the Law. | Buy |