“The tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page.” — Daniel Nayeri Copy Share Image
“A book from a nearby shelf tumbled to the ground and the pages rustled a moment before settling. I bit my lip,… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many… — Algernon Blackwood Copy Share Image
“As she ran her gown rustled softly like the wind in the flowering borders of a river.” — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“My books rustled by like a military of ducks. My mother had never liked my books. She'd said they kept me from… — Rivka Galchen Copy Share Image
Christmas always rustled. It rustled every time, mysteriously, with silver and gold paper, tissue paper and a rich abundance of shiny paper,… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
