frankie Posted January 19, 2009 Share Posted January 19, 2009 Bob had left the waxed food carton on the counter the night before and it now smelled of grease and fish. Jacqueline Sheehan: Lost & Found Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Los Ping Posted January 19, 2009 Share Posted January 19, 2009 On my first day in jail, a three hundred pound man named Porterhouse hit me in the back of the head with a metal tray. My Friend Leonard. James Frey. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Mines Posted January 19, 2009 Share Posted January 19, 2009 In writing this paper I have, so to speak, made good a promise which for many years I lacked the courage to fulfil. —Jung, Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted January 19, 2009 Share Posted January 19, 2009 [quote name='Los Ping Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted January 19, 2009 Share Posted January 19, 2009 The alarms first went off in my head when the landlord and the lobsterman showed me what had been washed up on the beach. Pig Island~Mo Hayder Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nici Posted January 19, 2009 Author Share Posted January 19, 2009 The mist filling the Tennessee mountain pass was either fate's middle finger telling Erin Morgan she was screwed, or a beckoning finger from the grave letting her know that sooner or later she was a dead woman. Touch of a dark wolf ~ Jennifer St Giles Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted January 19, 2009 Share Posted January 19, 2009 The alarms first went off in my head when the landlord and the lobsterman showed me what had been washed up on the beach. Pig Island~Mo Hayder I'll be watching out for your thoughts on this one ... a bit strange to say the least I thought. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 'In November 1995 i found myself standing offstage at a Los Angeles theatre with a brown Sicilian donkey named Midget'. Hiding the Elephant - Jim Steinmeyer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nollaig Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 I'll be watching out for your thoughts on this one ... a bit strange to say the least I thought. I'm dying to read it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chrissy Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 When Cynthia woke up, it was so quiet in the house she thought it must be Saturday. No Time for Goodbye by Linwood Barclay This is also the first line of this entire thread! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 I'm dying to read it! If I had it Roxi I'd send it to ya but I lost a lot of books when I moved recently Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SueK Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 I seem to remember Charm, we had a short dialogue on Pig Island on the most disturbing thread. That first line brings back to me how disturbing I found that book...... Anyway, here's a good first line ... In the crypt of the abbey church at Hallowdene, the monks were boiling their Bishop From "The Bone Pedlar" by Sylvian Hamilton. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 I seem to remember Charm, we had a short dialogue on Pig Island on the most disturbing thread. That first line brings back to me how disturbing I found that book...... Anyway, here's a good first line ... In the crypt of the abbey church at Hallowdene, the monks were boiling their Bishop From "The Bone Pedlar" by Sylvian Hamilton. Yes ... I remember. I recognised the first line too. Great first line by Sylvian Hamilton btw! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 For a few weeks each summer, the sky over Kyralia cleared to a harsh blue and the sun beat down restlessly. The Novice - Trudi Canavan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted January 23, 2009 Share Posted January 23, 2009 Something nagged, yet she couldn't quite figure out what. The Broken Window ~by~ Jeffrey Deaver Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pipread Posted January 23, 2009 Share Posted January 23, 2009 Something nagged, yet she couldn't quite figure out what. The Broken Window ~by~ Jeffrey Deaver Hope you enjoy this - I`m nearing the end of it We`ll have to compare thoughts when you finish! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted January 23, 2009 Share Posted January 23, 2009 Hope you enjoy this - I`m nearing the end of it We`ll have to compare thoughts when you finish! Oh yes. I'm enjoying it so far Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lexiepiper Posted January 24, 2009 Share Posted January 24, 2009 He is coming for me. I feel it in my bones. Tess Gerritsen - Keeping The Dead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sedge Posted January 24, 2009 Share Posted January 24, 2009 The extraterrestrial pointed his oddly-shaped weapon at the Dr. Doctor Whom by A.R.R.R. Robert's Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted January 24, 2009 Share Posted January 24, 2009 I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. The Book Thief - Markus Zusak. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pipread Posted January 24, 2009 Share Posted January 24, 2009 (edited) For some reason I recall it as just me and Bunce. No one else in the compartment at all. Moab is my Washpot ~ Stephen Fry Edited January 24, 2009 by pipread Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
anisia Posted January 24, 2009 Share Posted January 24, 2009 Mouldering bone crumbled beneath their boots as Lord Mardus and Vargul Ashnazai lowered themselves down into the tiny chamber beneath the earthen mound. "Luck in the Shadows" - Lynn Flewelling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted January 24, 2009 Share Posted January 24, 2009 "Considering that Philip Lucas's aunt who died early in April was no less than eighty-three years old, and had spent the last seven of them bedridden in a private lunatic asylum, it had been generally and perhaps reasonably hoped among his friends and those of his wife that the bereavement would not be regarded by either of them as an intolerable tragedy." Lucia In London - E. F. Benson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Andaira Posted January 25, 2009 Share Posted January 25, 2009 "The lair of the Queen of the Vampires was tucked away in the snowy mountain range of Muntii Făgăraş." The Bleeding Dusk, by Colleen Gleason Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted January 25, 2009 Share Posted January 25, 2009 Gkitter Girl crouched in the darkness. The Trophy Taker~Lee Weeks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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