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If Prissy Parnell hadn't married Buster Jones and left Cadillac, Texas, for Pasadena, California, Marty wouldn't have gotten the speeding ticket. --- The Blue-Ribbon Jalapeno Society Jubilee by Carolyn Brown Reply #81. Sep 08 21, 11:46 AM |
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'It's frightfully awkward, Mater, but I'm afraid there's a dead body in the library.' --- Blotto, Twinks, and the Ex-King's Daughter by Simon Brett Reply #82. Sep 29 21, 4:05 AM |
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It was almost dark as Debbie Watson drove her car down the icy road toward Verna's house. ----- Seeing Your Face Again by Jerry S. Eicher Reply #83. Oct 06 21, 7:23 AM |
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Gracie Lynn Parks paused at the open oven door as the pounding two stories overhead intensified. --- The Greedy Auctioneer by Evelyn Minshull Reply #84. Oct 15 21, 6:35 AM |
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It was a beautiful fall morning as Debbie Watson sat on the front porch swing of the Beiler home. --- Finding Love at Home by Jerry S. Eicher Reply #85. Oct 16 21, 11:22 AM |
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Hannah Miller sipped her tea and gazed out the window over the sink, mesmerized by a winter world changing to spring before her eyes. --- Never Far From Home by Mary Ellis Reply #86. Oct 20 21, 1:19 PM |
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I must be out of my mind. --- Chained by Eileen Brady (I know the feeling!) Reply #87. Oct 25 21, 4:39 PM |
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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. ~~Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton Reply #88. Nov 02 21, 1:46 PM |
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Anne Gibson stepped back from the Victorian mystery novels display she was setting up in the Fiction Room of the Blue Hill Library and viewed the effect. --- Stagestruck by Emily Thomas Reply #89. Nov 03 21, 4:54 AM |
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The soul of Charles Percy Harkness slipped, like a neat white pocket-handkerchief, out through the carriage window into the silver-blue air, hung there changing into a tiny white fleck against the immensity, struggling for escape above the purple-pointed trees of the dark wood, then, realizing that escape was not yet, fluttered back into the carriage again, was caught by Charles Percy, neatly folded up, and put away. --- Portrait of a Man with Red Hair by Hugh Walpole Reply #90. Nov 18 21, 8:46 AM |
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Cheryl Cooper had always thought of January as the perfect time to try new things. --- Off the Beaten Path by Annalisa Daughety Reply #91. Nov 22 21, 6:37 AM |
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Inch by solid inch, Atlee Pine watched the battered coffin being lifted to the surface from where it had rested six feet down for nearly two decades. --- Mercy by David Baldacci Reply #92. Nov 24 21, 7:38 AM |
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People were gathering on the limestone ledge, looking down at them warily. --- The Shelters of Stone by Jean Auel Reply #93. Nov 26 21, 6:47 AM |
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"He's lost what?" Gracie Parks asked, holding the telephone closer to her ear. --- The Sad Clown Affair by Nicola Furlong Reply #94. Nov 29 21, 7:12 AM |
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"Storm's blowing in," Pete announced as the porch door slammed shut behind him. --- An Abundance of Blessings by Carolyne Aarsen Reply #95. Dec 03 21, 7:04 AM |
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The cold wind bit into my bare cheeks and the tip of my nose as I ran down the snow-covered path like I was being pursued by a pack of wolves. --- Murders and Metaphors by Amanda Flower Reply #96. Dec 05 21, 7:51 AM |
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The July heat enveloped the southern Appalachian region of Tennessee, pouring hot sunlight over the small town of Copper Mill. --- A Firm Foundation by Anne Marie Rodgers Reply #97. Dec 08 21, 5:31 AM |
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The air had been crisp and invigorating when Gracie Parks and her large orange cat Gooseberry started on their walk, but by now, 7:30 A.M., she'd slipped out of her windbreaker and was carrying it over her arm as they entered Abe's Deli. --- The Regrettable Rumors by Eileen M. Berger Reply #98. Dec 19 21, 5:59 AM |
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"'Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat, please to put a penny in the old man's hat,'" sang my housemaid, Sally, in a high, sweet voice as she brandished the feather duster over the portraits in the long gallery. --- God Rest Ye, Royal Gentlemen by Rhys Bowen Reply #99. Dec 21 21, 4:12 AM |
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Near the shadow of the castle, deep in the green woods, Sorcha led her children through the gloom toward home. --- Dark Witch by Nora Roberts Reply #100. Jan 06 22, 7:55 AM |
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