We sat in silence, staring at the blank screen.


K.A. Applegate, from The Absolute

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She knocks on the door and says, “Open up.”

    — ZZ Packer, from Drinking Coffee Elsewhere

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Reilly, his head high, strode toward his new family.


Meg Cabot (written as Patricia Cabot), from Lady of Skye

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So I become

my blinding self:

black bird


home, free

    — Remica L Bingham, from “What We Ask of Flesh”

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We are under way.

    — Elizabeth Bear, from Dust

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As evening fell and they settled down into the first stage of their long journey, Tryfan thought to himself that if he ever did become a scribemole, then perhaps, with the Stone’s grace, he might one day record all that Boswell was beginning to tell him now of the story of Bracken and his beloved Rebecca.

    — William Horwood, from Duncton Wood