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Soldier of Fortune

A299BD0D-5E96-4DD1-A9AD-93DFF3031776“It was days like this, she decided, looking down at the rain-swept street, black days with a black sky and a heaviness in the air, that revealed things about Jane Hoyt—that Jane Hoyt didn’t like.  The specifications called for a Jane Hoyt who was more or less one-dimensional, alert, well-educated major in English literature, matter of fact, sense of humor, American society pigeonhole number sixteen, which was located a little below the junior league pigeonhole and a little above the shopgirl pigeonhole… There was no allowance in the pattern for healthy girls, regardless of pigeonhole, who still had a renegade ghost of savage underlying their well-groomed exterior.”

  • from Soldier of Fortune, by Earnest K. Gann

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Crystal Singer

C03E9489-76A9-40AC-B622-AFF350445B5E“She’d be top in whatever she did or die in the attempt.”

  • from Crystal Singer, by Anne McCaffrey

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Frenchman’s Creek

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“‘Do you remember my father’s aviary in Hampshire?’ she said, ‘and how the birds there were well fed, and could fly about their cage?  And one day I set a linnet free, and it flew straight out of my hands towards the sun?’
“‘What of it?’ he said, clasping his hands behind his back.
“‘Because I feel like that.  Like the linnet before it flew…'”

  • from Frenchman’s Creek, by Daphne Du Maurier

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The Scorpio Races

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“I wonder if, when I talk about Dove, people can hear how I love her the way that I can hear his fondness for Corr in his voice.  It’s hard for me to imagine loving a monster, though, no matter how beautiful he is.  I remember what the old man said in the butcher’s, about Sean Kendrick having one foot on land and one foot in the sea.”

  • from The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater

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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

3E95469A-5B8D-4942-B737-7A728AC92931“Often he talked to Mr. Singer.  With him he spoke of chemistry and the enigma of the universe.  Of the infinitesimal sperm and the cleavage of the ripened egg.  Of the complex million-fold division of cells.  Of the mystery of living matter and the simplicity of death.  And also he spoke with him of race.”

  •  The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers,

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Georgette Heyer

“He turned from her to meet Miss Marlow, and his gloomiest forebodings were realized.  She had neither beauty nor countenance, her complexion was poor and her figure worse, her dress was tasteless, and the colourless voice in which she murmured how-do-you-do confirmed him in his instant belief that she was insipid.  He wondered how soon he would be able to bring his visit to an end.”

  • Sylvester, by Georgette Heyer

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Sarah and Katie

image“Sarah didn’t see how she could manage the costumes and scenery alone, and she wished she could talk to Katie about it.  After all, it was Katie’s play, too.  But Katie seemed to have forgotten that.  Everyone was leaving everything to Sarah.

“At this low point in Sarah’s life, she wished every morning that something different would happen, but when something finally did happen, she wished it hadn’t.”

  • from Sarah and Katie by Dori White.  Illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman.

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The White Deer

image“The white deer flashed through the green forest and the King and his sons followed, past the barking tree, across the musical mud, in and out of a flock of wingless birds.  On and on went the chase until the sun began to set and long strange shadows fell.”

  • The White Deer, by James Thurber

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Shoon, Wild Pony of the Moors

image“Loren pulled off his soaking coat.  His arms shook, but without hesitation he advanced toward the foal.”

  • from Shoon, Wild Pony of the Moors, by Eunice Young Smith

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