Paragraphs from Good Books
"He fell on the bed, wrapped his arms around his head, and sobbed convulsively. He felt Saphira contact him but pushed her aside and let himself be swept away by sorrow. He could not accept that Garrow was gone. If he did, what was left to believe in? Only a merciless, uncaring world that snuffed lives like candles before a wind. Frustrated and terrified, he turned his tear-dampened face toward the heavens and shouted, "What god would do this? Show yourself!" He heard people running to his room, but no answer came from above. "He didn't deserve this!"
~Eragon, by Christopher Paolini.
"I should think so - in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty .disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them," said our Mr. Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring. Then he took out his morning letters, and begin to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away. But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross."
~The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien
She tried to reach him-and was stopped by an invisible force. The air around him was made of glass, and Fox saw the mosaic that had caught him and the Goyl in it's circle. A magic circle, but what was it doing to them? The Bastard seemed unchanged, though his breathing was shallow, like a dying man. Jacobs face was so haggard that Fox hardly recognized it. His skin was like parchment, his hair white as snow. He stirred as she called his name, but his cadaverous body shuddered as a clocks tick cut through the silence.
~Fearless, by Cornelia Funke
Looking into the inside, she saw several coats hanging up - mostly long fur coats. There was nothing Lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur. She immediately stepped into the wardrobe and got in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of course, because she knew that it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe. Soon she went further in and found that there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her face into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in - then two or three steps always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.
~The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis
~Eragon, by Christopher Paolini.
"I should think so - in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty .disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them," said our Mr. Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring. Then he took out his morning letters, and begin to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away. But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross."
~The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien
She tried to reach him-and was stopped by an invisible force. The air around him was made of glass, and Fox saw the mosaic that had caught him and the Goyl in it's circle. A magic circle, but what was it doing to them? The Bastard seemed unchanged, though his breathing was shallow, like a dying man. Jacobs face was so haggard that Fox hardly recognized it. His skin was like parchment, his hair white as snow. He stirred as she called his name, but his cadaverous body shuddered as a clocks tick cut through the silence.
~Fearless, by Cornelia Funke
Looking into the inside, she saw several coats hanging up - mostly long fur coats. There was nothing Lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur. She immediately stepped into the wardrobe and got in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of course, because she knew that it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe. Soon she went further in and found that there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her face into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in - then two or three steps always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.
~The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis