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Post by Lizzie on Nov 3, 2009 23:40:47 GMT 10
What are the opening lines?
"When Jessica Darling blindly collides into Marcus Flutie on this crispy, unclouded January morning, she can't remember the last time she had imagined where she would be - and who he would be - at the moment of their inevitable collision."
From Perfect Fifths by Megan McCafferty.
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Post by RebeccaR on Nov 4, 2009 11:11:10 GMT 10
The young monk sobbed uncontrollably as the cold barrel of the gun was placed firmly against his temple. His shoulders shook. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "For God's sake, Phillipe", he said. "If you know where it is, tell them!".
From 'Temple' by Matthew Reilly.
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Post by Lizzie on Nov 4, 2009 13:44:50 GMT 10
Oooh, intriguing!
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Post by RebeccaR on Nov 5, 2009 9:27:53 GMT 10
That it is lol. I'm really liking the Matthew Reilly books. I'm bummed that I can't find Hell Island to match my set  |
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Post by Beck on Nov 5, 2009 19:30:12 GMT 10
I'm pretty sure that one will be hard to find, it is only a short mini-novel  I do own it though so if you can't find it I can post it down for you to read |
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Post by RebeccaR on Nov 6, 2009 10:03:18 GMT 10
There are plenty around Beck, just not one to match my set from Big W . As for it being a mini-novel, maybe that is why it wasn't re-printed for Platinum like the rest. A little off-topic, sorry about that lol! |
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Post by Bre on Dec 1, 2009 16:37:27 GMT 10
House of the Temple
8:33 P.M.
The secret is how to die.
Since the beginning of time, the secret had always been how to die. The thirty-four-year-old initiate gazed down at the human skull cradled in his palms. The skull was hollow, like a bowl, filled with bloodred wine. Drink it, he told himself. You have nothing to fear.
From the prologue of Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol
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Post by Sammy on Aug 18, 2010 9:25:23 GMT 10
It wasn't so much the hunting. It was the killing.
That was what brought Gordie Wilson out to the Santa Ana foothills on a sunny May morning like this. That was why he was cutting school even though he wasn't sure he'd get away with forging his mom's signature on another re-admit. It wasn't the wildflower-splashed hills, the sky blue lupines, or the fragrant purple sage. It was the wet, plopping sound when lead met flesh.
The kill.
An Omnibus by L.J. Smith called the Forbidden Game, I'm on the middle book, the Chase.
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Post by Ange on Aug 19, 2010 17:56:12 GMT 10
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
Emma by Jane Austen.
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Post by Bre on Aug 20, 2010 3:55:19 GMT 10
"The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut-tree into the middle of the road."
from Out of the Silent Planet by CS Lewis
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I do own it though so if you can't find it I can post it down for you to read 
