From Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows' The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
“Dear Sidney, Susan Scott is a wonder.”
“A light snore reminds me that I’m not alone.”
From Heidi McLaughlin's Forever My Girl
“In Control’s dream it is early morning, the sky deep blue with just a twinge of light.”
From Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach: Authority
“One afternoon, when Bruno came home from school, he was surprised to find Maria, the family’s maid — who always kept her head bowed and never looked up from the carpet — standing in his bedroom, pulling all his belongings out of the wardrobe and packing them in four large wooden crates, even the things he’d hidden at the back that belonged to him and were nobody else’s business.”
John Boyne's The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
“It was mid afternoon in early July and the world was, in general asleep.”
From Patricia St. John's Twice Freed
“I bounded over the gray, dusty terrain toward the huge dome of Conrad Bubble.”
From Andy Weir's Artemis
“The tower, which was not supposed to be there, plunges into the earth in a place just before the black pine forest begins to give way to swamp and then the reeds and the wind-gnarled trees of the marsh flats.”
From Jeff VanderMeer's The Southern Reach: Annihilation
“‘Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…'”
Camille Regholec's Look on the Heart.
“My god, Mae thought.”
From Dave Eggers' The Circle.
“It was 5 o’clock on a winter’s morning in Syria.”
From Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express.
“There are 158 footsteps between the bus stop and home, but it can stretch to 180 if you aren’t in a hurry, like maybe if you’re wearing platform shoes.”
From Jojo Moyes' Me Before You.
“Your Majesty, there is a message for you.”
From Kathleen Bird's Katherine's Kingdom: To Love in Peace.
“A man named Daryl walked into a pawnshop in Los Angeles with a guitar.”
From Levi Lusko's Through the Eyes of a Lion.
“Today I’m five.”
From Emma Donoghue's Room.
“He stood motionless in the entryway, staring at his own shadow splayed before him like a stain upon the floor.”
From Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker's House.
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