We sat in silence, staring at the blank screen.
K.A. Applegate, from The Absolute
She knocks on the door and says, “Open up.”
— ZZ Packer, from Drinking Coffee Elsewhere
Reilly, his head high, strode toward his new family.
Meg Cabot (written as Patricia Cabot), from Lady of Skye
So I become
my blinding self:
— Remica L Bingham, from “What We Ask of Flesh”
We are under way.
— Elizabeth Bear, from Dust
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