There is a door deep inside the royal library of Wolf Hall that no one has opened for centuries.
The ballad of never after
We call them Bunnies because that’s what they call each other.
Bunny
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Coriolanus released the fistful of cabbage into the pot of boiling water and swore that one day it would never pass his lips again. But this was not that day.
The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock
Lolita
“I shouldn’t be reading the notes”
- ‘Every Last Word’
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The goblin experience of the world is the cult of perhaps religion of Unggue.
Snuff
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“Television presenter, television presenter, television presenter, television presenter, train driver.”
Sergeant Hopper looked up. “Train driver?”
Dead Famous
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I stand at the window of this great house in the south of France as night falls, the night which is leading me to the most terrible morning of my life. I have a drink in my hand, there is a bottle at my elbow. I watch my reflection in the darkening gleam of the window pane. My reflection is tall, perhaps rather like an arrow, my blond hair gleams. My face is like a face you have seen many times. My ancestors conquered a continent, pushing across death-laden plains, until they came to an ocean which faced away from Europe into a darker past.
Giovanni’s room
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Blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she’d been told that she would kill her true love.
The Raven boys
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I get ready for work and the post has been up for eight hours.
My dark Vanessa
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When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, every onetold him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that theplace was haunted.
The Canterville Ghost
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The murder of January Jacobs , the event that put Margot’s hometown on the map, happened in the middle of a hot July night in 1994.
All Good People Here by Ashley Flowers
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Lol I thought this was about posting the first line of a book you’re currently writing … Is there a game for somebody who’s writing a book because if not I have to make one
“Happy birthday, Haymitch!”
Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins (the new Hunger Games Novel)
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“On the White House roof, tucked into a corner of the Promenade, there’s a bit of loose paneling right on the edge of the Solarium.”
Red, White & Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston
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