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The King's Justice | E. M. Powell | [
"historical fiction"
] | Chapter 7 | God has committed to the King the care of all his subjects alike.
Aelred Barling repeated this refrain to himself many, many times on the hot ride to the village of Claresham. More specifically, he revisited it every time Sir Reginald Edgar irritated him afresh. Which was several times every hour.
Had it not been for... |
The Lion of Cairo | Scott Oden | [
"historical fiction",
"Egypt"
] | Chapter 64 | Yasmina cleaved to the shadows like a creature born of Night. She made barely a sound as she trailed Musa and the leper, Djuha, down refuse-strewn alleys that reeked of despair and across dim courts hedged in by walls of age-gnawed mudbrick, each step taking them deeper into the labyrinthine heart of the Foreign Quarte... |
In the Company of Ogres | A. Lee Martinez | [
"comedy",
"fantasy"
] | Chapter 9 | It wasn't until late morning that Ned's absence was discovered, and it wasn't until late afternoon that his corpse was found by the gravediggers Ralph and Ward. In addition to planting bodies, they were also responsible for keeping the cemetery tended. They were prepared for their weekly weeding, and instead found thei... |
Emma | Jane Austen | [
"romance",
"historical fiction"
] | Chapter 37 | A very little quiet reflection was enough to satisfy Emma as to the nature of her agitation on hearing this news of Frank Churchill. She was soon convinced that it was not for herself she was feeling at all apprehensive or embarrassed—it was for him. Her own attachment had really subsided into a mere nothing—it was not... |
Breath of Frost | Cate Corvin | [
"urban fantasy"
] | Chapter 11 | I decided to wear my pajamas out to breakfast. If Jack tried to steal me out of my own kitchen on a breath of frost after the night I'd had, he could damn well deal with me being dressed like an absolute mess.
When I heard running water, I quietly slipped out of my room, holding the door open for Ceri.
I wasn't entir... |
The Maltese Falcon | Dashiell Hammett | [
"mystery"
] | The Third Murder | Spade went into the Hotel Sutter and telephoned the Alexandria. Gutman was not in. No member of Gutman's party was in. Spade telephoned the Belvedere. Cairo was not in, had not been in that day.
Spade went to his office.
A swart greasy man in notable clothes was waiting in the outer room. Effie Perine, indicating the... |
(WWW 1) Wake | Robert J. Sawyer | [
"AIs",
"scifi"
] | Chapter 19 | It was now way past Caitlin's bedtime, but—hot damn!—she was seeing the Web! Her mother and father stayed with her, and she kept downloading the new software over and over again into her implant in order to keep the Web connection open. Her father was (so her mom had told her) a good artist, and Caitlin was describing ... |
Downfall and Rise | Nathan A. Thompson | [
"LitRPG",
"fantasy"
] | Go Tunneling | During one of the football games my sophomore year, I had been injured in a freakishly bad collision. I was a tight end trying to catch a difficult pass. Somehow three other players slammed into me, twisting my torso one direction, my neck another direction, and my head a third direction (if it's hard to imagine, just ... |
Chasm City | Alastair Reynolds | [
"hard SF"
] | Chapter 15 | The man who looked through my belongings had a whirring and clicking eyeglass strapped to his head. His hairless scalp was quilted with fine scars, like a broken vase that had been inexpertly mended. He examined everything I showed him with tweezers, holding the items up to his eyeglass in the manner of an aged lepidop... |
(Sprite Brigade 1) Candy Canes and Buckets of Blood | Heide Goody | [
"horror",
"fantasy",
"humor"
] | Chapter 98 | Esther was having trouble processing what she was seeing.
Dave had just scurried into the rear section of the sleigh. Further ahead, though mostly out of sight, she had seen her son taken at knife-point onto the front of the sleigh and (although it had taken her long enough to realise it) the bearded elf with him was ... |
Bloody Rose | Nicholas Eames | [
"comedy",
"fantasy"
] | The Cornerstone | There were four people you could always find at the Cornerstone.
The first was Tera, who owned the place. She'd been a mercenary herself before losing her arm. "I didn't bloody lose it!" she'd say, whenever someone asked how it happened. "A bugbear tore it off and cooked it on a spit while I watched! I know exactly wh... |
Influx | Daniel Suarez | [
"science fiction",
"thriller",
"mystery"
] | Fallen | Grady twisted around, struggling to right himself as he fell—then hit hard against the ceiling of Hedrick's office. Curio cases, furniture, and other bodies landed around him, but they didn't smash to pieces in the way he'd expect. The building seemed to be half a second behind them in falling, as soul-wrenching cracks... |
(Renegades 2) Archenemies | Marissa Meyer | [
"dystopia",
"superheroes"
] | Chapter 21 | Winston Pratt held the puppet in both hands, peering into its sad face with apparent indifference. Adrian had not known what to expect when he brought the doll to him. The counselor had insisted on being there, pointing out that objects that were significant and sentimental to a patient could result in strong outbursts... |
The Chestnut Man | Søren Sveistrup | [
"thriller"
] | Chapter 31 | 'Sorry I wasn't there this morning. I understand you've let Hauge go, but it might not matter. We need to talk about that fingerprint again.'
'The fingerprint isn't important.'
As Thulin stalks down the long corridor, she hears Hess behind her.
'The boy said the doll wasn't there before the murder. You need to inves... |
M.C.A. Hogarth | [
"Alysha Forrest 5"
] | Chapter 15 | "Sensors report no ships in orbit, Captain," 'Star said.
Standing at the balcony rail, Alysha frowned and looked over her shoulder at the other woman. "None? Are they in atmosphere? I didn't think they'd be small enough for that, given the amount of trouble they're causing."
"It doesn't take much," 'Star murmured, so... | |
The Whispering Room | Dean R. Koontz | [
"mystery",
"thriller"
] | Chapter 171 | Jane into the high lair, nine thousand square feet of Olympian grandeur where a mad god did whatever gods with a lowercase g do when they aren't destroying one world and building another...
The pitiable circumstances in which the rayshaws had lived was proof of D.J.'s contempt for these simplest of his creations. She ... |
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