“It has been a year, two months, and seventeen days since I last saw him.Two years, ten months and five days since… — Willow Aster Copy Share Image
“Seventeen more days,” Jessi breathed wonderingly. “God, you must be climbing the . . . er, walls . . . or whatever’s… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is not wise for a man who can get seasick in a rowboat on a mill-pond to attack a Japanese dinner… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Nope,” she managed. “No other questions.” Eleven centuries of captivity. Hung on his hated enemy’s study wall. Eleven centuries of not touching.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Seventeen days before the end of the war, the minesweeper Caine finally swept a mine.” — Herman Wouk Copy Share Image
