Anyone can play along in this bookish meme. Here are the "rules":
- Grab your current read
- Open to a random page
- Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
- BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
- Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
"I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid pool that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down-but with a shudder even more thrilling than before-upon the remodled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree stems, and the vacant and eyelike windows." (The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allen Poe.)
TT #41 (Wow, I actually did a TT on an actual Tuesday.)
“Vic Tandy knew from local hearsay that the Coventry Tourist Information Centre was a promising place to start. Though they spent their days pushing ‘Warwick Ghosts—Alive!’ the staff was convinced that something ghostly was going on directly below them. Excavations for the foundation of the tourism office had uncovered a fourteenth-century cellar that the tourism staff now used for storage.”
From Spook by Mary Roach pg. 231 (The author is with an engineer in England investigating the presence of ghosts near Warwick Castle.)
“The next morning was a midsummer's morning as fair and fresh as could be dreamed: blue sky and never a cloud, and the sun dancing on the water. Now they rode away amid songs of farewell and good speed, with their hearts ready for more adventure, and with a knowledge of the road they must follow over the Misty Mountains to the land beyond.” From The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, page 54.
In her business, there were many who laughed at honest men, calling them easy pickings. That was a fallacy. Being honest did not make one naïve. A dishonest fool and an honest fool were equally easy to scam; you just went about it in different ways. From The Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson, pg 77.
TT #38 Continuing on with some Halloween reading...(older literature seems to have longer sentences and very descriptive writing).
“The wintry sharpness of the air was tempered now by a sun that topped the wooded ridges and blazed with a luxurious warmth upon the world of lake and forest below; loons flew skimming through the sparkling spray that the wind lifted; divers shook their dripping heads to the sun and popped smartly out of sight again; and as far as the eye could reach rose the leagues of endless, crowding bush, desolate in its lonely sweep and grandeur, untrodden by the foot of man....”
From The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
TT #37 Three memorable quotes from a classic, The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson. Great Halloween reading, no gore, but nice and creepy!
"All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.”
"I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.”
It was like a flash photograph taken on a grey day. For a split moment everything was outlined with light, then, the lightning gone, the trees, sky, bushes and shrubs were normal once more. Like a dream that is recalled, still vivid and moving in one's waking moments, but as one tries to remember further, it is gone, and further gone with every effort made.
From: Thornyhold by Mary Stewart pg 65
“In the middle of the street I came out of the shade and into the bright, misleading sunshine of April; by July the surface of the road would be soft in the heat and my feet would stick, making the crossing more perilous, and the buildings would be uglier. All of the village was of a piece, a time, and a style; it was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant…”
From: We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
"By the time Parkins had made sure that there was nothing else in this odd receptacle, it was too late and too dark for him to think of undertaking any further search. What he had done had proved so unexpectedly interesting that he determined to sacrifice a little more of the daylight on the morrow to archeology. The object which he now had safe in his pocket was bound to be of some slight value at least, he felt sure."
TT #33 I was intrigued by the cover of this one, even though I don't usually buy a book based solely on the cover! I'm really enjoying the story. (YA Fantasy) A good escape from my chronic leg pain.
"All the men were standing except for one of the strangers. That one was a tall man, neither old nor young, with a long expressive face and a tired, worried look in his eyes. He wore a white shirt and a violet sash. He had a narrow violet ribbon woven through his dark hair and a band of woven gold about his neck, another about one wrist. Trei thought he surely was a court noble. Trei's heart sank as he tried to imagine what pressing interest could have brought a man like this to kajurai precincts to ask after a mere novice."
TT #32 This quote is from a book I just happened to discover while browsing the subject of Italy and Sicily. It appears to be an Indie, and the author is a bit of a mystery as they are only listed as M. Williams. The story takes place in California, A bit in China, and a bit in Germany but the focus is on Sicily, the Mt. Etna region and the significance of a special badge that looks like a flaming grenade worn on the uniform of the carabinieri (Italian police). So far there is an intriguing storyline and lots of action.
This quote is from: The Flaming Grenade by M. Williams.
"Archie opened the e-mail message...the Chinese were probably monitoring, so he sent Robert an invite to meet virtually. Archie pulled up an available online satellite image of the mountain and began to search it for gravestones."
(Dr. Carl W.) Walter also had years of experience with blood and transfusion. A protégé of Dr. Elliott C. Cutler, who helped organize the blood supply for the invasion of Normandy, Walter got his introduction to the field as a medical student in the early 1930’s, in the early days of transfusion therapy. One day he was assisting in an operating room, managing the tubes in an arm-to-arm transfusion, when the tubes kept getting clogged. To keep the blood flowing, the chief resident would order the nurse to squeeze harder on the simple ball-hand pump. Suddenly one of the tubes exploded, showering everyone in the operating theatre with blood. Walter shouted “There must be a better way!” (He worked for years perfecting new processes for blood transfusion.)
From: Blood-An epic History of Medicine and Commerce by Douglass Starr
“The retreat to which Elinor had retired, did not afford her the tranquility she expected. Thus, change of pace always deceives us with the tantalizing hope of relief, as we toss on the feverish bed of life.”
From: Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles R. Maturin, written in 1820. (it's quite a long book, 700 some odd pages.)
“I had slept a good deal in the afternoon, and thus recovered somewhat from the exhaustion of a disturbed night, but this only served apparently to render me more susceptible than before to the obsessing spell of the haunting....I fought against it, laughing at my feelings as absurd and childish.....I dreaded the night as a child lost in a forest must dread the approach of darkness.
From: The Willows by Algernon Blackwood (1907).
|Charles R. Maturin 1782-1824|
“At these words, or rather at these tears, the stranger forgot himself for a moment. He felt that melancholy triumph which the conqueror is unable to enjoy; that triumph which announces a victory over the weakness of others, obtained at the expense of a greater weakness in ourselves.”
From: Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles R. Maturin, written in 1820.
This little vessel was imperfect in many ways, and its highest speed was four miles an hour; but still it was a steamboat, and it was the first that man had ever seen. Of course, it attracted a good deal of attention; and after it had been proven that it could move without sails or oars, and that it was not dangerous, people began to believe in it…
From: Stories of New Jersey by Frank Richard Stockton written in 1896. (This excerpt speaks about the first steam boats which were made by John Fitch and the Speedwell Iron Works, near Morristown, NJ in the early 1800’s.
"And what about space, that unknown world beyond the earth? The idea of riding into space is not new. Nearly two thousand years ago there was an imaginative Greek writer named Lucian. In one of his books he told of landing on the moon." From: Modern Short Biographies by Henry I. Christ.
"The Volplaneurs are infantry, to be sure, but they fly in the air without wings. As to the manner of their flight, they pull their long tunics up through their girdles, let the baggy folds fill with wind as if they were sails, and are carried along like boats."
From: A True Story by Lucian Samosata (written in approx 200 AD, translated from the Greek in 1913). Said by some to be a form of early Science Fiction. Text available here:http://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/luc/true/index.htm
“He sat down and prepared to listen, and the Spaniard began to speak; but after some hesitation, he snatched the picture from his neck, and trampling on it with true continental action, exclaimed, ‘Devil! Devil! Thou chokest me!’ and crushing the portrait, glass and all, under his feet, exclaimed, ‘Now I am easier.’”
From Melmoth the Wanderer by Charles Robert Maturin, a Gothic novel published in 1820.
“By oak, ash, and thorn!” He cried, still laughing. “If this had happened a few hundred years ago you’d have had all the People of the Hills out like bees in June!”
From: Puck of Pooks Hill by Rudyard Kipling. (Download free on Kindle.)
“He needed to learn who the new powers of this age were. He marched south to discover who dared war against the Nephilim.”
From Leviathan (Lost Civilizations: 2) by Vaughn Heppner
“It's something to do with the trees- the oldest and newest. I’m losing him again, it’s in his doubting expression, so I sum up quickly. “It doesn’t matter how she does it, all you have to do is trust.”
Old Magic by Marianne Curley
“Grandfather had offered what he could, arming me with knowledge of my father’s people while honoring my mother’s secret. Along with the little painting, he also sent a lady’s handkerchief. The rose-pink cloth was smooth and sparkled in the sunlight. I’d never seen anything so fine.”
From Dragonswood by Janet Lee Carey, pg 197.
"When Bethenia was three, her father moved the family from Van Buren County, Missouri, to Clatsop, Oregon. The Owens crossed the plains with the first immigrant wagon trains of 1843. Thomas Owens came west to acquire a large parcel of land the government had encouraged pioneers to claim on the new frontier. Settling at the mouth of the Columbia River, the Owens entered into the cattle ranching profession."
“An ample supper and a good store of wine (which, by the way, had been carefully drugged) was sent up to the unwelcome visitors, and in due course the drink effected its purpose- its victims dropped off one by one, until the whole party lay like logs upon the floor.”
Utah Bigfoot Sightings occurred in 2001 Marysville and Strawberry Reservoir.
"Life is energy. On a spiritual level I know that energy can never be destroyed; it only transforms. Einstein was quoted as saying he believed in an afterlife for this very reason; that energy never dies."
From the Pet Psychic by Sonya Fitzpatrick pg 240
"Ultimately, the news split the pirates into two factions. Moderates like Hornigold, Burgess, and Henry Jennings- men eager to return to society with their ill-gotten gains- celebrated by climbing to the top of Fort Nassau and raising the Union Jack. The die-hards, led by the bombastic Charles Vane stormed the fort to raise “the Black Flag with the Death’s Head on it".
From: The Real Pirates of the Caribbean by Colin Woodard
From: The Real Pirates of the Caribbean by Colin Woodard
TT # 14
“And it was in this hour, so full of doubt and awe, that the one miracle was wrought without which every human existence is a blank. The bliss which makes all things true, beautiful, and holy shone around this youth and maiden. They were conscious of nothing sad or old. They transfigured the earth, and made it Eden again, and themselves the two first dwellers in it.”
From: The House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne pg. 315
“It had been a relatively uneventful five days. Two days from Nestowe and Beardy Point, an unprepossessing peninsula whose only interesting features were a sandy-bottomed beach and a clear stream. Devoid of life, it was also devoid of the Dead. Here, for the first time, Sabriel could no longer sense the pursuing Mordicant. A good south-easterly had propelled them, reaching northwards, at too fast a pace for it to follow.”
From: Sabriel by Garth Nix pg 287
“It was quite possible that Artemis would have sat like that for some time, totally detached from the situation at hand, had not the front door imploded, shaking the manor to its foundations. A thing like that is enough to knock the daydreams from anyone’s head.”
From: Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer pg 216
TT # 11
“God,” said the dying man, pointing his finger, with a ghastly look, at the undismayed countenance of his enemy- “God will give him blood to drink!”
From: The House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne. (Download free on Kindle)
“Panicked family members called the doctor, who immediately detected the characteristic bitter almond smell in the medicine bottle. The resulting autopsy showed classic signs of cyanide poisoning.”
From: The Poisoners Handbook (Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York)
“And Brimstone, of course- he was the star of the sketchbooks. Here he was shown with Kishmish perched on the curl of one of his great ram’s horns.”
From: Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor
It was edging toward sunset when we finally started back. Emma stuck to me like glue, the back of her hand brushing mine as we walked. Passing an apple tree on the outskirts of town, she stopped to pick one, but even on tiptoes the lowest fruit was out of her reach, so I did what any gentleman would do and gave her a boost, wrapping my arms around her waist and trying not to groan as I lifted, her white arm outstretched, wet hair glinting in the sun. When I let her down she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and handed me the apple.
“Here,” she said, “you earned it.”
Lincoln’s own rhetorical and political strategy since 1854 entirely legitimized this crusading element of the Republican campaign. He had more and more clearly sought to draw an indelible line of political cleavage between those who thought slavery right and those convinced it was wrong…..
“With stronger truth be it said that a devout heart may consecrate a den of thieves…It must suffice that, though my form be absent, my inner man goes constantly to church, while many whose bodily presence fills the accustomed seats have left their souls at home.”
From: (Sunday at Home) in Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Isn’t it always?” He sighed and got up. He went over to the mantle and pushed around the few ivory and wood figurines that rested on it. Sometimes he used his fingers, sometimes he used his mind to move them. “I heard Helen of Troy was Trylle.”
“I thought Helen of Troy was a myth,” I said.
“If that were it, I would take you out tonight, he said, his voice cutting. You need a healthy dose of fear.”
From: Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
From: Haunting Experiences: Encounters with the Otherworldly by Michelle Belanger
(A good Halloween book!)
TT #2 11/10/11
From: A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
TT #1 11/4/11
"Ayen took her place behind twenty other newcomers and soothed Chok with an absent-minded lullaby. Her voice, rubbed dry with the momentum of survival, murmured words from her life in Kolai. She watched the crowd and listened to the other babies cry."
From: A Stranger's Map by Meryl McQueen