She became a living protoplasmic mass of fixed-price food ingestion.… She thought of the binge scene of Tom Jones…baby quail, stuffed with foie gras and garnished with baby onions…chew, swallow.… she had become Gulliver in the land of the Lilliputians.
From The Stendhal Summer by Laurie Levy. Read more here!
We see what we are capable of doing and how to move forward for the better.
From Peace Breathing by Charles H.C. Kim. Read more here!
“Father, you know the Church’s teachings about angels and spirits, and I thought you’d take me seriously,” [Cora] said, leaning forward slightly. “I don’t want to think I have a supernatural visitor, but I don’t know what else to think.”
From The Mystery at Sag Bridge by Pat Camalliere. Read more here!
As soon as Cisco turned the handle of the door between their garage and kitchen, Cora knew something was terribly wrong. The door, blown by a powerful gust of wind that blasted through the house, struck Cisco in the head and chest.
From The Mystery at Black Partridge Woods by Pat Camalliere. Read more here!
I guess there are times when the sea just likes to piss people off because we had no more than taken a brief moment of satisfaction in knowing vaguely where we were when it all went to hell.
From My Name is Luke by Jim Ruddle. Read more here!
It was if the buildings were slapped together on some enormous assembly line and haphazardly flicked about like playing cards shuffled onto the unwitting Chicago landscape.
From God Loves a Madman by Matt Hader. Read more here!