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“the man in the yellow mask. That one sounded educated. All the lamps were on in the living room, and the shades weren’t drawn. Wakeful neighbors might have wondered what was going on in the old writer’s house . . . if he”
― Stephen King, Finders Keepers

“fella. The retired writer. The hermit. He paid”
― Stephen King, Finders Keepers

“state serve on some of them. The subcommittees”
― Philip Norton, British Polity, The, CourseSmart eTextbook

“I’m so happy, Jack.” Molly rose from the divan and stepped around to her husband. Even after all this time, he seemed utterly unchanged from the man she’d married in 1883—short blond hair, boxy jaw, ice-blue eyes, even that same spruce tailcoat he’d worn the night of their first encounter. “Let me show you what I want for Christmas,” she said, reaching back to untie her filthy corset, letting it fall to her feet. She pulled her chemise over her head, tossed it at the wardrobe, and climbed into bed. “Jaaaaack.” She whispered his name like a prayer, fingers already fast at work in that swampy heat between her thighs.”
― Blake Crouch, Abandon