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| Dangerous Days | Mary Roberts Rinehart | Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess. | Buy | |
| Antony and Cleopatra | William Shakespeare | Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes That o'er the files and musters of war Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front. | Buy | |
| The Visits of Elizabeth | Elinor Glyn | Nazeby Hall, August 3d. Dearest Mamma: I got here all right, without even a smut on my face, for Agnes tidied me up in he brougham before we arrived at the gate. The dust in the train was horrid. | Buy | |
| The Pioneers | James Fenimore Cooper | Near the centre of that State of New York lies an extensive district of country, whose surface is a succession of hills and dales, or, to speak with greater deference to geographical definitions, of mountains and valleys. | Buy | |
| The Recollections of Geoffry Hamlyn | Henry Kingsley | Near the end of February 1857, I think about the 20th or so, though it don't much matter; I only know it was near the latter end of summer, burning hot, with the bushfires raging like volcanoes on the ranges, and the river reduced to a slender stream of water, almost lost upon the broad white flats of quartz shingle. | Buy | |
| Before I Say Good-Bye | Mary Higgins Clark | Nell set off at a brisk pace on her familiar walk from her apartment on Park Avenue and Seventy-third Street to her grandfather's office on Seventy-second and York. From the peremptory summons she had received, demanding that she be there by three o'clock, she knew that the situation with Bob Gorman must have come to a head. As a result she was not looking forward to the meeting. | Buy | |
| Heart of Darkness | Joseph Conrad | Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of sails, and was at rest. | Buy | |
| Rampart Street | Everett and Olga Webber | New Orleans was a stinking pest hole in the summer, and only John Carrick's pride and his anger at Elizabeth had made him risk losing his ship to run the British blockade of the Caribbean and the pirate blockade of the Gulf. | Buy | |
| A Ticket to the Boneyard | Lawrence Block | New York had a cold snap that year right around the time of the World Series. | Buy | |
| Someplace to Be Flying | Charles de Lint | Newford, Late August 1996 The streets were still wet but the storm clouds had moved on as Hank drove south on Yoors waiting for a fare. Inhabited tenements were on his right, the derelict blight of the Tombs on his left, Miles Davis's muted trumpet snaking around Wayne Shorter's sax on the tape deck. The old Chev four-door didn't look like much; painted a flat gray, it blended into the shadows like the ghost car it was. | Buy | |
| Finch's Fortune | Mazo de la Roche | Nicholas and Ernest Whiteoak were having tea together in Ernest's room. Ernest thought he felt one of his colds coming on and he feared to expose himself to the drafts of passage and hall in such weather. He had had tea brought up to him, therefore, and had asked Nick to join him. | Buy | |
| Iacocca | Lee A. Iacocca | Nicola Iacocca,--my father, arrived in this country in 1902 at the age of twelve--poor, alone, and scared. He used to say the only thing he was sure of when he got here was that the world was round. | Buy | |
| The Wood Wife | Terri Windling | Nigel came down the street toward her, his face shadowed with annoyance. Her heart, that traitorous organ, still leapt when she saw her ex-husband through the window glass. She knew then why she'd run back to Los Angeles, away from the nice man up north who said he loved her; Nigel was a hard act to follow. | Buy | |
| The Spirit of St. Louis | Charles A. Lindbergh | Night already shadows the eastern sky. To my left, low on the horizon, a thin line of cloud is drawing on its evening sheath of black. A moment ago, it was burning red and gold. | Buy | |
| Unnatural Exposure | Patricia Cornwell | Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air. | Buy | |
| The Old Curiosity Shop | Charles Dickens | Night is generally my time for walking. | Buy | |
| Sea Of Death | Jorge Amado | Night was running ahead of itself. | Buy | |
| The Song of the World | Jean Giono | Night. The river shouldered its way through the forest. | Buy | |
| The Haunting of Hill House | Shirley Jackson | No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. | Buy | |
| A Man Of The People | Chinua Achebe | No man can deny that Chief the Honourable M.A. Nanga, M.P. was the most approachable politician in the country. | Buy | |
| The Shuttle | Frances Hodgson Burnett | No man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and heavy weaving from shore to shore, that it was held and guided by the great hand of Fate. Fate alone saw the meaning of the web it wove, the might of it, and its place in the making of a world's history. Men thought but little of either web or weaving, calling them by other names and lighter ones, for the time unconscious of the strength of the thread thrown across thousands of miles of leaping, heaving, grey or blue ocean. | Buy | |
| Father of the Bride | Edward Streeter | No matter what Kay might have done about marriage it would not have been looked upon with any great favor by Mr. Stanley Banks, merely because he happened to be fonder of his first-born than he realized. | Buy | |
| A Grief Observed | C S Lewis | No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. | Buy | |
| American Taboo | Philip Weiss | No one forgets his first foreign country. | Buy | |
| The Foundling | Cardinal Francis Joseph Spellman | No one noticed the solitary, wistful soldier peeling an orange with his teeth. Once this lean, long-legged lad could have taken the fruit in his hands and stripped its skin with his fingers. But that was in other years--years before war screamed into the world, mastered men, bent them to its vengeful, lustful will and left them, as it had left Paul, struck down and maimed in the Argonne. | Buy | |
| Rubyfruit Jungle | Rita Mae Brown | No one remembers her beginnings. | Buy | |
| Northanger Abbey | Jane Austen | No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. | Buy | |
| The War of the Worlds | H.G. Wells (Herbert George Wells) | No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. | Buy | |
| The Red Rover | James Fenimore Cooper | No one, who is familiar with the bustle and activity of an American commercial town, would recognise, in the repose which now reigns in the ancient mart of Rhode Island, a place that, in its day, has been ranked amongst the most important ports along the whole line of our extended coast. | Buy | |
| Insomnia | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | No one--least of all Dr. Litchfield--came right out and told Ralph Roberts that his wife as going to die, but there came a time when Ralph understood without being told. | Buy | |
| Helen of the Old House | Harold Bell Wright | No well informed resident of Millsburgh, when referring to the principal industry of his little manufacturing city, ever says "the mills"--it is always "the Mill." | Buy | |
| High Towers | Thomas B Costain | No words can convey an adequate impression of the small settlement known as Ville Marie de Montreal as it was in the final years of the seventeenth century. | Buy | |
| The War of the Worlds | H G Wells | No-one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; | Buy | |
| Titus Andronicus | William Shakespeare | Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms. And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title with your swords. | Buy | |
| The Naked and the Dead | Norman Mailer | Nobody could sleep. When morning came, assault craft would be lowered and a first wave of troops would ride through the surf and charge ashore on the beach at Anopopei. All over the ship, all through the convoy, there was a knowledge that in a few hours some of them were going to be dead. | Buy | |
| One Lonely Night | Mickey Spillane (originally Frank Spillane) | Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog-like, a cold gray curtain separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed-up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhattan by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance. | Buy | |
| Carrie | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at the subconscious level where savage things grow. | Buy | |
| Carrie | Stephen King | Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow. | Buy | |
| The Poisoners | Donald Hamilton | Nobody was supposed to meet me at the Los Angeles Airport, and nobody did. | Buy | |
| Conjure Wife | Fritz Leiber | Norman Saylor was not the sort of man to go prying into his wife's dressing room. | Buy | |
| The Cloister and the Hearth | Charles Reade | Not a day passes over the earth, but men and women of no note do great deeds, speak great words, and suffer great sorrows. Of these obscure heroes, philosophers, and martyrs, the greater part will never be known till that hour, when many that are great shall be small, and the small great; but of others the world's knowledge may be said to sleep: their lives and characters lie hidden from nations in the annals that record them. | Buy | |
| The Last Enchantment | Mary Stewart | Not every king would care to start his reign with the wholesale massacre of children. This is what they whisper of Arthur, even though in other ways he is held up as the type itself of the noble ruler, the protector alike of high and lowly. | Buy | |
| 101 Dalmations | Dodie Smith | Not long ago, there lived in London a young married couple of Dalmatian dogs named Pongo and Misses Pongo. | Buy | |
| Cujo | Stephen King | Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine. | Buy | |
| The Nazarene | Sholem Asch | Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition of our existence. If the lore of the transmigration of souls is a true one, then these, between their exchange of bodies, must pass through the sea of forgetfulness. | Buy | |
| Jerry of the Islands | Jack London | Not until Mister Haggin abruptly picked him up under one arm and stepped into the sternsheets of the waiting whaleboat, did Jerry dream that anything untoward was to happen to him. | Buy | |
| Pyramids | Terry Pratchett | Nothing but stars, scattered across the blackness as though the Creator had smashed the windscreen of his car and hadn't bothered to stop to sweep up the pieces. | Buy | |
| Violets Are Blue | James B. Patterson | Nothing ever starts where we think it does. So of course this doesn't begin with the vicious and cowardly murder of an FBI agent and good friend named Betsey Cavalierre. I only thought that it did. My mistake, and a really big and painful one. | Buy | |
| Montezuma's Daughter | H Rider Haggard | Now glory be to God who has given us the victory! | Buy | |
| Angle of Repose | Wallace Stegner | Now I believe they will leave me alone. | Buy | |
| Love in the Ruins | Walker Percy | Now in these dread latter days of the old violent beloved U.S.A. and of the Christ-forgetting Christ-haunted death-dealing Western world I came to myself in a grove of young pines and the question came to me: has it happened at last? | Buy | |
| The Tragedy of King Richard the Third | William Shakespeare | Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. | Buy | |
| The History Man | Malcolm Bradbury | Now it is the autumn again; the people are all coming back. | Buy | |
| Green Mansions | William Henry Hudson | Now that we are cool, he said, and regret that we hurt each other, I am not sorry that it happened. | Buy | |
| The Great Fire | Shirley Hazzard | Now they were starting. Finality ran through the train, an exhalation. | Buy | |
| The White Tower | James Ramsey Ullman | Now they were there again. . . . | Buy | |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | William Shakespeare | Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in Another moon; but O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame or a dowager, Long withering our a young man's revenue. | Buy | |
| The Life and Death of King John | William Shakespeare | Now, say, Chatillion, what would France with us? | Buy | |
| Two Years Ago | Charles Kingsley | Now, to tell my story--if not as it ought to be told, at least as I can tell it,--I must go back sixteen years, to the days when Whitbury boasted of forty coaches per diem, instead of one railway, and set forth how in its southern suburb, there stood two pleasant house side by side, with their gardens sloping down to the Whit, and parted from each other only by the high brick fruit-wall, through which there used to be a door of communication; for the two occupiers were fast friends. | Buy | |
| The General | C S Forester | Nowadays Lieutenant-General Sir Herbert Curzon, K.C.M.G., C.B., D.S.O., is just one of Bournemouth's seven generals, but with the distinction of his record and his social position as a Duke's son-in-law, he is really far more eminent than those bare words would imply. | Buy | |
| The Leopard | Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa | Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. The daily recital of the Rosary was over. | Buy |