13 December 2009 -
10:17 a.m.
Could You Repeat That? XCVIII
Favorite Lines of Recent Reads Colby Rebuilt, Debra Webb
She wasn't strong enough to believe in miracles. Beyond His Control, Stephanie Tyler
"Someone's always trying to kill me when I'm at work, but that doesn't mean things aren't going well." To Desire a Devil, Elizabeth Hoyt
"Are you going to help me into the carriage, or will you keep me out here, proclaiming your right to safeguard me until I freeze?" Asking for Trouble, Leslie Kelly
"Do you ever shut up?"
"I'm the sixth child. No." The Nine Tailors, Dorothy L Sayers
It was a thousand pities that the body of Deacon had ever come to light at all. Nobody wanted it. The Short Victorious War, David Weber
She filled her lungs with crisp air, sucking the early fall chill deep until her chest ached with it, and then she exhaled in one long, endless breath that carried away...something. She couldn't put a name to that something, yet she felt it go, and something else roused in its place, as if waking from long sleep. "F" is for Fugitive, Sue Grafton
His facial features were oversized—big nose, high cheekbones, strong chin—while hers were apologetic. Colby vs. Colby, Debra Webb
Glass fragments sprayed like hail from a sudden summer storm across the floor.
Then came the eerie silence. Lavinia, Ursula K LeGuin
Not even a poet can speak the whole truth. "G" is for Gumshoe, Sue Grafton
Hesitantly, I moved to the front door and peered out, feeling like a housebound cat discovering that a door has inadvertently been left ajar. Was I allowed outside? Timeless Moon, C.T. Adams & Cathy Clamp
How in the hell had she managed to stay alive all these years? He felt as if he was partnered with Riggs from the Lethal Weapon movies. The Penelopiad, Margaret Atwood
Those of you who may catch the odd whisper, the odd squeak, so easily mistake my words for breezes rustling the dry reeds, for bats at twilight, for bad dreams.
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