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“the way out the door. It was Tuesday, August 12, 1952. His mother should have been heading to work down at the dairy that morning. She put on a strained smile for him as he stumbled out the back door of their apartment building and into their ’47 Chevy. Be happy, he told himself, trying to shake the feeling that something was wrong. The tires squealed”
― The Buried Book
― The Buried Book
“Did you see anything?” Piper asked. “Anything at all?” Trevor was slumped on the couch, his NexFlight game system’s power cord creating a tripping hazard in the underground bunker. It was supposed to be plugged while charging, but the batteries had dwindled to useless over a month ago. There were vast stores in a cold cellar near the bedrooms, reserved for flashlights and lanterns in case of emergency. Meyer would have a fit if Trevor used them for games. But Meyer wouldn’t throw a fit because he was gone. And, Piper felt more certain by the day, was never coming back. “I didn’t look.” Trevor’s eyes never left the game. “You didn’t look? Go look, Trevor.” Trevor sighed and met Piper’s”
― Contact
― Contact
“the shimmering green water, and then, in an instant, it was gone altogether. The little circles in the water gradually disappeared too. Are you still there? he asked, after a few seconds. I love it. He smiled. Just be careful. You too . . . Are you leaving now? Yes . . . for good. I'll miss you. There was a long, drawn-out silence, and then, as if from another dimension, her voice said, Good . . . do. When he was sure she was gone, he unfolded his legs, and stood up. For a moment, he studied his own shadow falling on the water; with the end of his pact with Kaliya, his shadow had been returned to him . . . as had his soul. With the ring gone too now, there was little to remind him of his terrible odyssey . . . little”
― Private Demons
― Private Demons
“one to find them. “I was at a friend’s when it happened.” “And how did you feel when they were killed?” Her response sounded annoyed. “Well, obviously, I was upset.” “And how old were you when it happened?” “Seventeen.” “Now, is it just you, or do you have siblings?” She hesitated, and then it was almost a chuckle as she said, “It’s kind of both. I mean, it’s not just me, but it might as well be.” “What do you mean”
― Broken Grace
― Broken Grace
“decade after the first edition of this book was published, Yan Wong and I met in the fitting surroundings of the Oxford Museum of Natural History to discuss the possibility of producing a new, tenth anniversary edition. Yan, once my undergraduate pupil, had been employed as my research assistant during the writing of the original edition, before he left for his lecturing position in Leeds and his career as a television presenter. He played an enormously important part in the conception and execution of the first edition, and he was credited as joint author of several of the chapters. During the course of our discussion ten years on, we realised that much new information had come in, especially from the molecular genetics laboratories of the world. Yan undertook the bulk of the revision and I proposed to the publisher that this time he should be properly credited as joint author of the whole book.”
― The Ancestor's Tale: A Pilgrimage to the Dawn of Evolution
― The Ancestor's Tale: A Pilgrimage to the Dawn of Evolution
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