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  • #1
    Jeff   Johns
    “So I decided I would do everything my Dad had not, everything I would need to have the perspective and point of view I felt he lacked, even if it meant getting lost, hurt, in trouble, or ending up somewhere I could never have dreamed of.”
    Jeff Johns, Jet Lag Junkie: Unfiltered Tales of a Compulsive Wanderer

  • #2
    Anne  Allen
    “It was dark and as she leaned on the gate gazing over the bay the full moon cast its light on the sea and the bobbing boats, creating a magical scene which made her gasp.”
    Anne Allen, The Ghost of Seagull Cottage: Inspired by The Ghost and Mrs Muir

  • #3
    Susan  Rowland
    “Mary dashed the rain from her eyes with a frozen hand. Was that a knife buried in the man’s chest with the blood seeping up around it? Doesn’t that mean he’s alive? Although with the blade at that angle, it can’t be for long. Colors swam in the water coating Mary’s vision. She rubbed her face, and with every shuttering breath, even before she could see his features, she knew her son, George, the son she had never met, was dead.”
    Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

  • #4
    JoDee Neathery
    “Gabriel Mackie had just celebrated his fourth birthday the first time he visited the whisper room, a windowless enclave with lavender walls brimming with daydreams, obscured from reality. All he knew for certain was that his older brother, Griff, nicknamed Boo, was gone. His bedroom at the end of the long hallway had been transformed into a guest room with ecru lace duvets instead of the blue and white pinstriped spreads covering the twin beds. Vanished were his toy box and New York Yankee American League pennants that had plastered the walls, replaced by paintings of water lilies and wheat fields. A stray tear trickled down Gabe’s cheek when he remembered Boo’s curly blonde hair and how he snorted when he laughed. Silence is deafening and the Mackie household screamed heartbreak.”
    JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

  • #5
    “He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, began to turn around and felt a sudden ice-cold furrow open up in his side. Strength drained from his legs, and a moment later he sank to his knees. There was warmth now that ran over the initial and persistent cold.

    Mohammed was confused, and barely noticed the briefcase being removed from his grip. He heard the click of a cell phone opening, and a soft beeping as a number was dialed.

    'The package is in my possession,' a female voice said, and the phone clicked shut.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

  • #6
    Max Nowaz
    “It seemed to him the EPA, or the Earth Policy Administration, weren’t taking any chances.”
    Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

  • #7
    Jennifer Mugrage
    “Eating at a time like this was important, all the more so because it was the last thing anyone wanted”
    Jennifer Mugrage, The Strange Land

  • #8
    “Learning Is Light, and Ignorance Is Twilight”
    Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

  • #9
    K.  Ritz
    “My tongue learned me. Pity yours didn’t learn to be quiet.
”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #10
    “Such abilities are the true gifts of the spirit, my daughter.”
    Candace Lynn Talmadge, Stoneslayer: Book One Scandal

  • #11
    Lin Wilder
    “Plausible Liars – Lin Wilder”
    Lin Wilder, Plausible Liars: A Dr. Lindsey McCall Medical Mystery 5

  • #12
    Rainbow Rowell
    “He’s a book full of footnotes brought to life. He’s a jacket made of elbow patches.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #13
    Ernest J. Gaines
    “like Ned was killed. We made her go and we hired”
    Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman

  • #14
    George Orwell
    “You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #15
    Edward Abbey
    “The most common form of terrorism in the U.S.A. is that carried on by bulldozers and chain saws.”
    Edward Abbey

  • #16
    Walter Farley
    “stopwatch”
    Walter Farley, Black Stallion and Satan

  • #17
    John Steinbeck
    “Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses. Its inhabitant are, as the man once said, "whores, pimps, gambler and sons of bitches," by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, "Saints and angels and martyrs and holymen" and he would have meant the same thing.”
    John Steinbeck, Cannery Row



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