Cakelove in the Morning, Warren Brown
By high school, omelets had become the center of my world.
Last First Snow, Max Gladstone
"Your people attacked us. We defended ourselves."
"Murdering a child is an interesting form of self-defense."
The Brutal Telling, Louise Penny
"I'm not sure if anyone cared for this man, but I do know he cared for himself."
What a wonderful epitatph, thought Gamache. He cared for himself.
Wool, Hugh Howey
So she left her spoiled and tattered clothing behind, and armed with only a large chef's knife, she stole down the curved stairs naked, her body becoming more and more alive with every step taken, her mind becoming more determined to keep the rest of her that way.
Daredevil, Volume Two, Mark Waid
Spidey insists the Cat is innocent. Now that she's lured us underground, I'm less convinced. Probably because she's electrocuting him.
Let's Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir), Jenny Lawson
If I'd have been thinking I would have left some Woolite and my delicates by the sink for him to rinse out, but you never think to turn your pet raccoon into a tiny butler until it's too late.
Fat: An Appreciation of a Misunderstood Ingredient, with Recipes, Jennifer McLagan
I may not be able to argue that Protestantism was born out of a love of butter, but it is interesting to note that the countries that broke from the Catholic Church in the sixteenth century were those where animal fats, not olive oil, were the main cooking medium.
Asian Tofu, Andrea Nguyen
Freshly made tofu skin, called nama yuba in Japanese, is one of the soybean's greatest gifts to mankind.
Ashes of Victory, David Weber
"Oh, dear." Henke seemed to be experiencing some difficulty keeping her voice level, and Honor reminded herself, firmly, that she had too few friends to go around killing every one of them who found her predicament hilarious. Especially, she acknowledged, since that seemed to include every single one of them.
Bury Your Dead, Louise Penny
"Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again."
"Merci," said Gamache, and sat quietly in the church until the ringing of the man's feet on the floor was silenced, and he was alone with the whispering in his head.
Kitty's House of Horrors, Carrie Vaughn
"We don't move through time," she said. "We exist outside of it. We build our own worlds and carry them with us, cultures within cultures, orbits within orbits."
The Drowned Cities, Paolo Bacigalupi
Everything was a damn gamble. Betting against luck and the Fates, again and again, and again.
She kept walking, waiting for the bullet.
A Taste for Adventure: A Culinary Odyssey Around the World, Anik See
Clouds seem to hover just inches overhead, and when I reach up to touch them, my weatherbeaten hand shields me from explosions of white vapour. I feel as though I am being pulled into it, the white equivalent of a black hole.
The Illuminations, Andrew O'Hagan
'You haven't really lived until you've been fucked over by a person who claimed to love you.'
Shift, Hugh Howey
He didn't sleep so much as cease to be for a while. Time marched along without him.
Pocket Apocalyse, Seanan McGuire
I hadn't really noticed the lack of a house when Shelby's father appeared outside my window: I was more focused on the gun, and what it could mean for my future.
Persona, Genevieve Valentine
Daniel wished he could risk breaking eye contact to scan the place, but Martine conversed like she delivered addresses on TV, dismissive but demanding your full attention, and he didn't dare get distracted.
A Spool of Blue Thread, Anne Tyler
She inquired about Atta's work, her native foods, and her country's health-care system, but Atta slammed each question to the ground and let it lie there like a dead shuttlecock.
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