#fiction

She [Susanna] realized she was still hugging the wall. Pride propelled her two steps forward. As she advanced, something bleated at her, as though chastising her for trespassing. She stopped midstep and peered at it. "Did you know there's a lamb in here?" "Never mind it. That's dinner." She gave it a smile and a friendly pat. "Hullo, Dinner. Aren't you a sweet thing." "It's not his name, it's his...function. ↗

— Tessa Dare

#historical

Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff. ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#historical-fiction-mystery #historical-mystery #historical-romance #romance-novels #historical

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine ↗

— Fay Weldon

#motherhood #she-may-not-leave #guilt

Oh I'm sure you're right," Auntie said. "Probably she's just as you say. But she looks to me like a very clever girl, and adaptable; you can see that from the shape of her ears. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#fiction #geisha #japan #memoirs #japan

But this was no ordinary chicken. This chicken was evil manifest. ↗

— Terry Goodkind

#manifestation

For several moments, Mary couldn't hear anything over the violent pounding of her pulse. ↗

— Y.S. Lee

#excitement #thriller #young-adult-fiction #thriller

The moderns say we must not punish heretics. My only doubt is whether we have the right to punish anybody else. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#fiction #heresy #anarchy

There are objects made up of two sense elements, one visual, the other auditory—the colour of a sunrise and the distant call of a bird. Other objects are made up of many elements—the sun, the water against the swimmer's chest, the vague quivering pink which one sees when the eyes are closed, the feeling of being swept away by a river or by sleep. These second degree objects can be combined with others; using certain abbreviations, the process is practically an infinite one. There are famous poems made up of one enormous word, a word which in truth forms a poetic object, the creation of the writer. The fact that no one believes that nouns refer to an actual reality means, paradoxically enough, that there is no limit to the numbers of them. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#language #reality #truth #visualization

My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean. ↗

— J.A. Belfield

#fate #fiction #pack #paranormal #romance

Why don't you check out those teenagers in the middle row? They've been going at it like dogs in heat ever since the previews. They're probably both werewolves. And even if they aren't, you should throw them out on principle alone. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#vampires #werewolves #ya #young-adult-fiction #zombies