ian Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 My father always told me that there are two things you need to be a great historian. Attila by William Napier. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 I'd always imagined that if I wrote a book about the carpet workshop and my time in Khiva, it would be written, or at least begun, in the workshop itself. A Carpet Ride to Khiva by Christopher Aslan Alexander Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wordsgood Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 On January 11, 2008, I was summoned to a ninety-minute government interrogation. Shakedown: How Our Government is Undermining Democracy in the Name of Human Rights, By Ezra Levant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
karen.d Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 'Polyphemus desired the nymph Galatea.' 'The Somnambulist' by Essie Fox Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lauraloves Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 My first sight of England was on a foggy March night in 1973 when I arrived on the midnight ferry from Calais. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dex Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 (edited) There was smattering of applause as Malcolm Fox entered the room. Don't strain yourselves he said, placing his scuffed briefcase on the desk nearest the door.- The Complaints - Ian Rankin. Edited August 29, 2012 by dex Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
w12ecked Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 Fog can be a sudden thing on the Maine Coast. James Hayman - The Cutting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nocturnal Posted August 31, 2012 Share Posted August 31, 2012 "Nothing in the known world reeks like this." Now that's an interesting start of a chapter. The Cold Commands by Richard Morgan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dex Posted September 2, 2012 Share Posted September 2, 2012 (edited) "He's not here" the desk sergeant said. "So where is he?" "Out on a call". Fox stared hard at the man, knowing it wouldn't do any good. - The impossible dead, Ian Rankin. Edited September 5, 2012 by dex Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dex Posted September 5, 2012 Share Posted September 5, 2012 FUNERALS MAKE MY EYES WATER. Don't get me wrong, not in the "Oh, he was a lovely fellah taken from us too soon, sense. - Tony Black, Paying for it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dex Posted September 8, 2012 Share Posted September 8, 2012 The chinook came beating up into the blood red sky. It shuddered in the perilous crosscurrents, banking through the thin air. - Eric Van Lustbader, The Bourne Betrayal. Borrowed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dex Posted November 21, 2012 Share Posted November 21, 2012 He had never been able to stand the sight of blood. There was something about the consistency, thick and viscous. He knew it was irrational, especially for someone like him. Liza Marklund - Red Wolf Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted November 15, 2014 Share Posted November 15, 2014 Thought I'd resurrect this thread, as it used to be one I enjoyed posting in When Sarah told me Daniel had died, the cuckoo clock opened and out flew sound, a bird, two figures. The voice of the cuckoo echoed, louder than the aeroplanes over-head, and opposite the clock, evening shadows stirred. Grace Williams Says It Loud by Emma Henderson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted November 15, 2014 Share Posted November 15, 2014 Good decision, Claire. Detective Michael Ormewood listened to the football game on the radio as he drove down DeKalb Avenue toward Grady Homes. Triptych by Karin Slaughter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Athena Posted November 15, 2014 Share Posted November 15, 2014 "Mark was jumping to his feet almost before the man had finished his sentence, and Alec was close behind him." James Dashner - The Maze Runner 0: The Kill Order Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankie Posted November 16, 2014 Share Posted November 16, 2014 I'm cheating a bit, this is the first line from my last read, but it's so brilliant I wanted to post "There are two things that you should know about me immediately: the first is that I am beautiful, the second is that yesterday I killed a man called Gerald Fox." Rebuilding Coventry by Sue Townsend My actual current read: "Psychological Evaluation Excerpt Ms. Thomas is a 30-year-old Caucasian female seeking an assessment of her personality, particularly in regards to the presence or absence of psychopathic traits." Confessions of a Sociopath by M. E. Thomas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karsa Orlong Posted November 19, 2014 Share Posted November 19, 2014 The gale tore at him and he felt its bite deep within and he knew that if they did not make a landfall in three days they would all be dead. Shogun by James Clavell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted November 19, 2014 Share Posted November 19, 2014 Thought I'd resurrect this thread, as it used to be one I enjoyed posting in Great minds think alike...I've been meaning to resurrect this for a while. "There are two things that you should know about me immediately: the first is that I am beautiful, the second is that yesterday I killed a man called Gerald Fox." Rebuilding Coventry by Sue Townsend Intriguing. I wonder why she (I assume it's a 'she'?) included the first fact. Are we supposed to excuse her for the murder because she's beautiful? Ha. 'It was the smell that began to drive Thomas slightly mad'. The Death Cure by James Dashner Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted November 19, 2014 Share Posted November 19, 2014 The following story, which is absolutely true, was brought to my attention when I was holidaying recently on the coast of North Norfolk. Cat Out Of Hell by Lynne Truss Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankie Posted November 21, 2014 Share Posted November 21, 2014 Intriguing. I wonder why she (I assume it's a 'she'?) included the first fact. Are we supposed to excuse her for the murder because she's beautiful? Ha. You know what they say about people who assume.... Well sometimes they are right. Yes, she's a she I've taken the book back to the library so I can't quote the 'explanation' she gave to telling about her being beautiful and murdering the man, but she said that she needed to say those things because both of those things are accidents. Her parents are not good-looking and she suspects they have never liked her ( ) and also, she didn't love or hate Gerald Fox enough to kill him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted November 21, 2014 Share Posted November 21, 2014 You know what they say about people who assume.... Well sometimes they are right. Yes, she's a she HA! As you know, I'm always right, so it's always safe for me to assume. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankie Posted November 21, 2014 Share Posted November 21, 2014 HA! As you know, I'm always right, so it's always safe for me to assume. But then you could always say, " I wonder why she (I know it's a 'she'?) included the first fact." Right? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted November 21, 2014 Share Posted November 21, 2014 But then you could always say, " I wonder why she (I know it's a 'she'?) included the first fact." Right? I could do that, yes, but I like to be modest. It's not nice to constantly remind people how right I always am, so I pretend to be like the rest of you commoners. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muggle not Posted November 23, 2014 Share Posted November 23, 2014 He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. - - "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Ernest Hemingway Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anna Begins Posted November 23, 2014 Share Posted November 23, 2014 Billy Ray Cobb was the younger and smaller of the two rednecks. A Time to Kill, John Grisham Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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