The Green Road, Anne Enright
Dan sprawled, agape, a kind of push in him, even then, as though dreaming impossibilities. He slept like a shout. And as soon as he got the chance, he was gone.
The Fifth Season, NK Jemisin
There's a dark heavy space inside her that is heavier than the stone eater, much heavier than a mountain, and it's eating everything else like a sinkhole.
The Diamond as Big as the Ritz, F Scott Fitzgerald
The Montana sunset lay between two mountains like a gigantic bruise from which dark arteries spread themselves over a poisoned sky.
Dust, Hugh Howey
"I'm going overland in a modified suit. I'm going to strap as many sticks of blast charge as I can to the door of this silo, and then I'm going to open that motherfucker like a soup can."
Daredevil, Volume 4 (graphic novel), Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, Michael Allred
Hank Pym, a.k.a. Giant-Man, a.k.a. Ant-Man, a.k.a what day is it, recently operated on my gray matter...from the inside.
He is not comforting.
Bitter, Jennifer McLagan
Food is botany overlaid with history, family, and identity. These all interact, giving us each a distinct sense of taste, and it begins even before we are born.
War of Honor, David Weber
And she wanted, God help her, an enemy she could face openly, across the broadsides of her warships, without all of this endless hiding in shadows and groping with uncertainty even as she looked over her shoulder at a Government she neither agreed with nor trusted. She wanted that so badly she could taste it, like fire on her tongue.
Apartment Therapy: Complete + Happy Home, Maxwell Ryan & Janel Laban
A home without art is not finished.
Flour Water Salt Yeast, Ken Forkish
As you read this chapter, you might be thinking, "I don't know what to do with this information." Here's the deal: Making good bread is never completely formulaic.
The Art of Eating Through the Zombie Apocalypse, Lauren Wilson
The first phase of fermentation will be sort of like the initial stages of the zpoc. You will see a lot of action happening in the form of bubbling and brewing as the ravenous yeast devours the glucose. The feeding frenzy will start and peak quickly, over the span of several days.
Soundless, Richelle Mead
Some things don't need words, he says after a moment, and I wonder if he's still talking about sound.
Everything needs a word, I insist.
Welcome to Night Vale, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor
Josh loved his mother but he did not know why.
Diane loved her son and she did not care why.
Another way the house is unlike other houses is it has a faceless old woman secretly living in it, although that is not important to this story.
S is for Silence, Sue Grafton
People change, circumstances change, and what seems imperative one day becomes insignificant the next. The reverse is true as well.
The Beautiful Mystery, Louise Penny
They were now roughly two years AR. Plenty of time for a close friendship to turn to hate. As only a good friendship could. The conduit to the heart was already created.
Color. Abigail Ahern
These intoxicating hues (off-radar notes, as I like to call them) turn spaces around. I'm talking saffron; magenta; peacock; inky, swampy green. Scared? Don't be.
Kitty's Big Trouble, Carrie Vaughn
"There's no such thing as zombie werewolves," Anastasia said, and if you couldn't believe an eight-hundred-year-old vampire about something like that, who could you believe?
Ink and Bone, Rachel Caine
The tiny thing hopped, whirred, chirped, and sang, and Morgan cradled it with tears glittering in her eyes until the spring uncoiled and it went silent.
Thomas dropped his voice to a near whisper. "I made it without a cage."
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