Pixie Posted October 30, 2010 Share Posted October 30, 2010 No Grown-ups. Neverland by Douglas Clegg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pixie Posted November 8, 2010 Share Posted November 8, 2010 There were angels in the glass, two four six many of them, each one shuffling to his place in line like an alderman at the Lord Mayor's show. The Solitudes by John Crowley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mexicola Posted November 8, 2010 Share Posted November 8, 2010 I was down in Surrey, on business for Lord Cromwell's office, when the summons came. Dissolution - C. J. Sansom Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheNinthWord Posted November 8, 2010 Share Posted November 8, 2010 (edited) Lessa woke, cold. Dragonflight, Anne McCaffrey Edited November 8, 2010 by TheNinthWord Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted November 9, 2010 Share Posted November 9, 2010 Jack Trent stared into the bathroom mirror. Through A Glass, Darkly by Bill Hussey Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted November 26, 2010 Share Posted November 26, 2010 (edited) Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them. This city I am bringing you to is vast and intricate and you have not been here before. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber Edited November 26, 2010 by chesilbeach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Nyobe Posted December 6, 2010 Share Posted December 6, 2010 "Until his sister's death, Mark Nolan had treated his niece Holly with the usual offhand affection of a bachelor uncle. Christmas Eve at Friday Harbor by Lisa Kleypas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joe Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 Five minutes to three in the afternoon.Exactly sixty-one hours before it happened. 61 Hours Lee Child Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nursenblack Posted December 14, 2010 Share Posted December 14, 2010 "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. Little Women ~ Louisa May Alcott Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lauraloves Posted December 14, 2010 Share Posted December 14, 2010 Choosing the wrong man is a bit like winning the lottery then finding out you've lost the ticket Out of the Shadows - Susan Lewis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vinay87 Posted December 19, 2010 Share Posted December 19, 2010 "Are we rising?" The Mysterious Island — Jules Verne Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 One afternoon in mid march, when the green-white snowdrops had blown ragged under the tangled hawthorn hedges, the pale constellations of primroses had ceased to be a novelty, and the more robust, sun-reflecting daffodils were in their heyday, an old half-timbered Traveller van drove into the village of Great Calne. - Mr Golightly's Holiday by Salley Vickers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 'The dangerously high level of the Stupidity Surplus was once again the lead story in The Owl that morning.' First Among Sequels by Jasper Fforde Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kidsmum Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 When the fire curtain had been lowered and the doors were at last closed, Meredith thought he heard a child crying. An Awfully Big Adventure Beryl Bainbridge. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 I don't like cages. Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Eliza1 Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 (edited) Auraya stepped over a fallen log, taking care that no crinkle of crushed leaves or snapping of twigs betrayed her presence. Priestess of the White - Trudi Canavan Edited December 20, 2010 by Eliza1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peacefield Posted December 21, 2010 Share Posted December 21, 2010 "Paddington Stations feels like it should be shut." PopCo by Scarlett Thomas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted December 24, 2010 Share Posted December 24, 2010 Marley was dead, to begin with. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vinay87 Posted December 24, 2010 Share Posted December 24, 2010 The Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and so narrow that its tracery on the map gives it a likeness to a caterpillar crawling from the south to the north. Ben Hur - Lew Wallace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kidsmum Posted December 24, 2010 Share Posted December 24, 2010 Robert worked nearly an hour after quitting time at five. The Cry of the Owl by Patricia Highsmith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
funrun Posted December 25, 2010 Share Posted December 25, 2010 when I first came to Brisbane in the year 1911,I wrote fen to my sister Zhenya Trofimova,as I had not done durning my escape or while Survarov and I were surviving in Shanghai The people' Train Tom keneally Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pixie Posted December 25, 2010 Share Posted December 25, 2010 Once, the mountains held within their silvered walls a forest so high and so gracefully forgotten that it rode above the troubles of the world as easily as the blinding white clouds that sometimes catch on jagged peaks and musically unfurl. Swan Lake by Mark Helprin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Himself Posted December 25, 2010 Share Posted December 25, 2010 SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof. Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted December 26, 2010 Share Posted December 26, 2010 When I walk into a bookstore, any bookstore, first thing in the morning, I'm flooded with a sense of hushed excitement. The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop by Lewis Buzbee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyra Posted December 26, 2010 Share Posted December 26, 2010 "We should start back," Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. A Game of Thrones - George R.R Martin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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