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Every town in England has a story. One day I am going to find out Sorry-in-the-Vale's.From
"When you kill the same terrorist twice in the same week, then there's either something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world. And there's nothing wrong with my skills."
Tony wrote: ""When you kill the same terrorist twice in the same week, then there's either something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world. And there's nothing wrong with my skills."[bookco..."
Ooh, sounds good!
Just finished this one:"This isn't going to be easy," I mutter, staring at the solid metal door that leads to the Engine Room on the Shipper Level of Godspeed.
Now I am starting this one:
"What is a soul, but a consciousness born and born again?"
"Locked in darkness that surrounded me like a coffin, I had nothing to distract me from my memories."
Being reunited with him was the sweetest feeling that Taylor had ever experienced, which she was loathe to admit.From
The day began as a beautiful and vivid dream.
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Most people would find being led into an underground bunker on a stormy night scary. Not me.
There are certain things in life that just suck.
Hands grope, men shout, boots slap the rock floor.
THE SERVANTS CALLED them malenchki, little ghosts, because they were the smallest and youngest, and because they haunted the Duke's house like giggling phantoms, darting in and out of rooms, hiding in cupboards to eavesdrop, sneaking into the kitchen to steal the last of the summer peaches.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. 
"I woke in Oakhaven, entirely ruined."
I haven't started reading this yet but I just got it in the mail and thanks to this thread I always check out the first couple of lines. I love the prologue to this one!..."I know a place on this earth that contains wonders enough to stop the breath. A place where the very rocks whisper and whine, where the rivers boil and the snow-studded peaks thrust into a bowl of blue; where great shaggy beasts press the earth with cloven hooves or threaten with claw and fang; where new life and lurking death coexist in the shadows of varicolored pools.
I went to this place to search for what I had lost, but instead found a life unexpected."
The weight of their pity is like a stone tied about my neck. I feel it in the little side glances, the puckered skin between frowning brows, the hushed whispers that carry across the purple-gray dusk of twilight like tiny daggers drawing blood.He isn't coming home.
Addie and I were born into the same body, our souls' ghostly fingers entwined before we gasped our very first breath.
On the day she was to die, Liyana walked out of her family's tent to see the dawn.
Blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she'd been told that she would kill her true love.
I remember most of my fourteenth year in fragments, but one night stands out as clearly as the first star after dusk.
Just a couple that I've read recently. And now of course...
I woke to the cold kiss of steel on my throat.
My mom didn't show up for dinner tonight.
Ir's late afternoon. Since morning, the trail's been following a line of light towers. That is, the iron remains of what used to be light towers, way back in Wrecker days, time out of mind. It winds through faded, folded hills, burnt grass and prickle bush.
Down in the laundry room with the bloody-wet floors and the ceiling-high stacks of sheets, wraps, and blankets, Vinita Lynch was elbows-deep in a vat full of dirty pillowcases because she'd promised-she'd sworn on her mother's life-that she'd find a certain windup pocket watch belonging to Private Hugh Morton before the device was plunged into a tub of simmering soapy water and surely destroyed for good.
After a year of slavery in the Salt Mines of Endovier, Calaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. 
Breathing is a right, not a privilege, so I'm stealing it back. I'm nervous, not scared. This is the mission I've been training for. I'm ready to lead.
Teresa looked at her best friend and wondered what it would be like to forget him.
Julie wrote: "After a year of slavery in the Salt Mines of Endovier, Calaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. Breathin..."
LOVED Throne of Glass!
Scarlet was descending toward the alley behind the Rieux Tavern when her portscreen chimed from the passenger seat, followed by an automated voice: "Comm received for Mademoiselle Scarlet Benoit from the Toulouse Law Enforcement Department of Missing Persons."
The world might be sunny-side up today. The big ball of yellow might be spilling into the clouds, runny and yolky and blurring into the bluest sky, bright with cold hope and false promises about fond memories, real families, hearty breakfasts, stacks of pancakes drizzled in maple syrup sitting on a plate in a world that doesn't exist anymore.
Prague, early May. The sky weighed gray over fairy-tale rooftops, and all the world was watching. Satellites had even been tasked to surveil the Charles Bridge, in case the... visitors... returned. Strange things had happened in this city before, but not this strange. At least, not since video existed to prove it. Or to milk it.
Oh wow, I need to read "Days of Blood and Starlight" and "Scarlet", as soon as possible. Also looks like i need to read "Shatter Me". That's great writing. Amazing first lines.
Brianna wrote: "Oh wow, I need to read "Days of Blood and Starlight" and "Scarlet", as soon as possible. Also looks like i need to read "Shatter Me". That's great writing. Amazing first lines."
You definitely need to read Shatter Me! Tahereh Mafi is a fabulous writer.
I'll definitely make sure to do so, very soon.
Tonight, he could have come through the door-the castello is quiet, even the servants asleep in their beds, and Nurse would have let him in-but he chooses the window, climbing through the tangle of night flowers, carrying petals in on his clothes. 
I love Wizard's first rule!!! Just don't do what I did and keep reading the rest of the books... I hated them and they kept getting worse and worse, but I had to know what happened to the charicters. It is like quicksand, be careful.
"Some days, you just want to let the bad guys win."The Farm by Emily McKay
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.Neuromancer ~ William Gibson
"I'm buried six feet under and no one hears my screams. The rope chafes as I loop it around my neck"
"Jim Qwilleran slumped in a chair in the Press Club dining room, his six-feet-two telescoped into a picture of dejection and his morose expression intensified by the droop of his oversized mustache."
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Sounds lovely...lol!