| Assassins | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rage.
No other word described it. | Buy | |
| Ramage | Dudley Pope | Ramage felt dazed and grabbed at the thoughts rushing through his head: he guessed that it was a nightmare, so he would soon wake up safely in his cabin; but for the moment his mind was apparently separated from his body. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Dido | Dudley Pope | Ramage folded the Morning Post and sat back comfortably. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Renegades | Dudley Pope | Ramage lowered the copy of the Morning Post and listened. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Guillotine | Dudley Pope | Ramage reached across the breakfast table for the silver bell, shook it and waited. | Buy | |
| Randall and the River of Time | C S Forester | Randall was asleep in his chicken-wire bed in the company headquarters dugout. | Buy | |
| Louise de la Vallière | Alexandre Dumas | Raoul and the Comte de la Fère reached Paris the evening of the same day on which Buckingham had had the conversation with the Queen-Mother. | Buy | |
| Katrine | Elinor Macartney Lane | Ravenel Plantation occupies a singular rise of wooded land in
North Carolina, between Way-Home River, Loon Mountain, and the
Silver Fork. | Buy | |
| Samaritan | Richard Price | Ray Mitchell, white, forty-three, and his thirteen-year-old
daughter, Ruby, sat perched on the top slat of a playground bench
in the heart of the Hopewell Houses, a twenty-four-tower
low-income housing project in the city of Dempsy, New Jersey. | Buy | |
| The Remnant | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele had endured enough brushes with death to know that
the cliche was more than true: Not only did your life flash
before your mind's eye, but your senses were also on high alert. | Buy | |
| Desecration | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele slept fitfully and awoke tangled in a prickly
woolen blanket, knees drawn to his chest and fists balled under
his chin. He bolted from the cot and peered out of his tiny
makeshift quarters near Mizpe Ramon in the Negev Desert. | Buy | |
| Apollyon | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele worried about Mac McCullum's silence in the
cockpit of Global Community One during the short flight from New
Babylon to Tel Aviv. | Buy | |
| Left Behind | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele's mind was on a woman he had never touched. With
his fully loaded 747 on autopilot above the Atlantic en route to
a 6 A.M. landing at Heathrow, Rayford had pushed
from his mind thoughts of his family. | Buy | |
| Disobedience | Jane Hamilton | Reading someone else's e-mail is a quiet, clean enterprise.
There is no pitter-pattering around the room, no opening and
closing the desk drawers, no percussive creasing as you draw the
paper from the envelope and unfold it. There is no sound but the
melody of the dial-up, the purity of the following Gregorian
tones, and the sweet nilhilistic measure of static. | Buy | |
| With All Despatch | Alexander Kent | Rear-Admiral Sir Marcus Drew stood to one side of a window and idly watched the comings and goings of people and carriages outside the Admiralty. | Buy | |
| Deck the Halls | Mary Higgins Clark and Carol Higgins Clark | Regan Reilly sighed for the hundredth time as she looked down at
her mother, Nora, a brand-new patient in Manhattan's Hospital for
Special Surgery. "And to think I bought you that dopey crocheted
rug you tripped on," she said. | Buy | |
| Sharpe's Regiment | Bernard Cornwell | Regimental Sergeant Major MacLaird was a powerful man and the pressure of his fingers, where they gripped Major Richard Sharpe's left hand, was painful. | Buy | |
| The Master of Jalna | Mazo de la Roche | Renny Whiteoak stood with his brows drawn together but a smile
softening his lips while a wire-haired terrier belonging to his
brother Piers strove with controlled energy to dig her way into
the burrow of some small animal. | Buy | |
| The Da Vinci Code | Dan Brown | Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery. He lunged for the nearest painting he could see, a Caravaggio. Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-six-year-old man heaved the masterpiece towards himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed in a heap beneath the canvas. | Buy | |
| One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich | Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn | Reveille was sounded, always, at 5 A.M.--a hammer
pounding on a rail outside camp HQ. The ringing noise came
faintly on and off through the windowpanes covered with ice more
than an inch thick, and died away fast. It was cold and the
warder didn't feel like going on banging. | Buy | |
| The Second Saladin | Stephen Hunter | Reynoldo Ramirez, moderately prosperous by the standards of his time and place, imagined himself beyond surprise. | Buy | |
| Tara Road | Maeve Binchy | Ria's mother had always been very fond of film stars. It was a matter of sadness to her that Clark Gable had died on the day that Ria was born. | Buy | |
| Success to the Brave | Alexander Kent | Richard Bolitho leaned his palms on the sill of an open window and stared across the courtyard to the far wall and the sea beyond. | Buy | |
| Stand Into Danger | Alexander Kent | Richard Bolitho thrust some coins into the hand of the man who had carried his sea-chest to the jetty and shivered in the damp air. | Buy | |
| Harriet and the Piper | Kathleen Norris | Richard Carter had called the place "Crownlands," not to please
himself, or even his wife. But it was to his mother's newly born
family pride that the idea of being the Carters of Crownlands
made its appeal. | Buy | |
| The Tenth Man | Graham Henry Greene | Richard Tripp is the agent of Singer Sewing Machines in some
Baltic capital similar to Tallinn. | Buy | |
| Ironweed | William Kennedy | Riding up the winding road of Saint Agnes Cemetery in the back of
the rattling old truck, Francis Phelan became aware that the
dead, even more than the living, settled down in neighborhoods.
The truck was suddenly surrounded by fields of monuments and
cenotaphs of kindred design and striking size, all guarding the
privileged dead. | Buy | |
| Black House | Stephen King and Peter Straub | Right here and now, as an old friend used to say, we are in the
fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect
vision. Here: about two hundred feet, the height of a
gliding eagle, above Wisconsin's far western edge, where the
vagaries of the Mississippi River declare a natural border.
Now: an early Friday morning in mid-July a few year into
both a new century and a new millennium, their wayward courses so
hidden that a blind man has a better chance of seeing what lies
ahead than you or I. | Buy | |
| Waiting to Exhale | Terry McMillan | Right now I'm supposed to be all geeked up because I'm getting ready for a New Year's Eve party that some guy named Lionel invited me to. | Buy | |
| Finnegans Wake | James Joyce | riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of
bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs. | Buy | |
| The Sun Also Rises | Ernest Hemingway | Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn. | Buy | |
| M is for Malice | Sue Grafton | Robert Dietz came back into my life on Wednesday, January 8. I
remember the date because it was Elvis Presley's birthday and one
of the local radio stations had announced it would spend the next
twenty-four hours playing every song he's ever sung. | Buy | |
| Good Sons | KC Constantine | Rocksburg Det. Sgt. Ruggiero Carlucci slumped into a chair at his desk in headquarters and pulled off his icy wet running shoes and socks. | Buy | |
| Dragonfly in Amber | Diana Gabaldon | Roger Wakefield stood in the center of the room, feeling surrounded. | Buy | |
| The Dancing Floor | John Buchan | Romance (he said) is a word I am shy of using. | Buy | |
| This Freedom | Arthur Stuart-Menteth Hutchinson | Rosalie's earliest apprehension of the world was of a mysterious
and extraordinary world that revolved entirely about her father
and that entirely and completely belonged to her father. Under
her father, all males had proprietory rights in the world and
dominion over it; no females owned any part of the world or could
do anything with it. | Buy | |
| Grandmother and the Priests | Taylor Caldwell | Rose McConnell said to her husband, William, turning a ring
around on her finger, "I never look at this emerald without
thinking how its color resembles Grandmother's eyes. . . ." | Buy | |
| Rosemary's Baby | Ira Levin | Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse had signed a lease on a five-room apartment in a geometric white house on First Avenue when they received word, from a woman named Mrs. Cortez, that a four-room apartment in Bramford had become available. | Buy | |
| Floodtide | Frank Yerby | Ross Pary stood on the deck of the steamboat Crescent
City, staring out over the Mississippi. | Buy | |
| The Coral Island | R M Ballantyne | Roving has always been, and still is, my ruling passion, the joy of my heart, the very sunshine of my existence. | Buy | |
| Cranks and Shadows | KC Constantine | Rumors of layoffs at election time were hardly a novelty in Rocksburg's City Hall. | Buy | |
| Rabbit Is Rich | John Updike | Running out of gas, Rabbit Angstrom thinks as he stands behind the summer-dusty windows of the Springer Motors display room watching the traffic go by on Route 111, traffic somehow thin and scared compared to what it used to be. | Buy | |
| Butcher's Moon | Richard Stark | Running toward the light, Parker fired twice over his left shoulder, not caring whether he hit anything or not. | Buy | |
| Drowning Ruth | Christina Schwarz | Ruth remembered drowning. | Buy | |
| Patriot Games | Tom Clancy | Ryan was nearly killed twice in half an hour. | Buy | |
| Goodbye California | Alistair MacLean | Ryder opened his tired eyelids and reached for the telephone
without enthusiasm. "Yes?" | Buy | |
