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"Shulawitsi, the Little Fire God, member of the Council of the Gods and Deputy to the Sun, had taped his track shoes to his feet.

"I want you to steal something for me."

"Lydia is dead. But they don't know this yet."


"Some four generations after a great chief called Tuloko first led people north to settle on the flood plains of the place the named The Land of the Moon, two boys grew up side by side in Maponda, a satellite village of the Zimindo kingdom of Tuloko's descendants."

"Pale light crept into the black stanchions of pine, the ashen ground, the red center of dying coals."

"The bride stood in a cercle of Virginia sunlight, her narrow heels clicking on Holly Oak's patio stones as she greeted strangers in the receiving line."

"Logic is the art of using reason well in our inquiries after truth, and the communication of it to others."





"Today I'm Five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in Bed in the dark I'm changed to five, abracadabra."

"Joe pushed through the crowd. It was just before Christmas and the Metro trains were full of shoppers clutching carrier bags stuffed with useless presents

"The air feels sweet and moist and just the slightest bit warm when you get off the 9 p.m. flight to Cali."

"This isn't the right world, he told her. For us. He unrolled a sleeping bag and laid down on the planks."

"The white Lexus was doing exactly one mile over the speed limit when it crossed the Louisiana state line."

"Getting carded would have been okay if I'd been out for a glass of wine with my friends."

"Snowman wakes before dawn."

"The green was everywhere. The hills, the trees, even the tiny country road appeared to grow grass through the gravel."

"it was going to be a perfect day."

"I will tell you something about stories,
They aren't just entertainment."


Emily Short and Lewis Hartman thought they had seen the last of books.

Ove is fifty-nine. He drives a Saab. He's the kind of man who points at people he doesn't like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman's flashlight.


The first quote I loved is still among my favorites: Love many, trust few, and always paddle your own canoe.


Within minutes of setting foot on the grounds of the shuttered Willard State Asylum, seventeen-year-old Isabele Stone knew it was a mistake.


Within minutes of setting foot on the grounds of the shuttered Willard State Asylum, seventeen-year-old Isabele Stone..."
Sounds interesting!


Benjamin Bartholomew Piff scraped out the remains of last week's dinner -- a hideous, soupy concoction of clams, spinach, and leftover meatloaf -- from inside the immense iron pot.


Responding to the knowledge he's dying:
"I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominate feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved. I have been given much and I have given something in return. I have read and traveled and thought and written...Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure."


It was a dark and stormy night."
Wow! I forgot that was the first sentence. If I remember correctly, it's a line in the book the protagonist is reading though. Is that right, Beverly?


It was a dark and stormy night."
Wow! I forgot that was the first sentence. If I remember correctly, it's a line in the boo..."
I'll have to go back and listen to the that first part again to be sure but I don't think so...because Meg, the oldest child is talking about having the attic room where she hears the storm so much better than anyone else in the house. Then she and her brother and mother are all in the kitchen when the old lady from the woods gets blown off course and comes in. Of course, I've just started this so it's possible I may find out that someone else is reading all of this to the reader. I just loved that this was the first line!! :)


In the dream he climbed a narrow foot-trail alone in the sun, on a bare mountainside littered with metal corpses.


One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.


"ARRRRUUUGHHHHHH!"
The prince half sobbed, half howled into the night air--his feeble skin ripped, agonizingly making way for the tormented form to escape.


Qui Transtulit Sustinet, or "He who transplanted still sustains," is an apt state motto for Connecticut, because it is a state of immigrants who settled there long ago.


"I had my recurring dream last night."

"The turning points in my life have always arrived disguised as daily life."

"The little town of Berrieres can pass for one of the prettiest in Franche-Comte."


This is a story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.


A feeble torch fought for survival under the darkest of moons, its flame lilting through the ancient trees.


I'm staring at the insurance man and he's staring at me, two cold gray eyes behind old-fashioned tortoiseshell frames, and I'm having this awful and inspiring feeling, like holy moly this is real, and I don't know if I'm ready, I really don't.


Indian summer is like a woman. Ripe, hotly passionate, but fickle, she comes and goes as she pleases so that one is never sure whether she will come at all, nor for how long she will stay.


The people of Bone Gap called Finn a lot of things, but none of them was his name."
:-)


There was a peculiar hush around the Tower the night before an execution."
!!!


This is a story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve."
I'd forgotten what this line was; I did like this novel.


This is a story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve."
I'd forgotten what this lin..."
I should finish this up in the next day or two and I have really enjoyed it.


It was an opportune time for Suleyman to invade Europe.


It's seven o'clock on Monday morning and the movers have been here since six.
All the Light We Cannot See

At dusk they pour from the sky.

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