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“He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and…

— Jack Kerouac

“The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between…

— Peter S. Beagle

“William Engberg sat in his truck and finished his cigarette. He exhaled and then he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and pulled…

— Ron Ripley

“Light slowly grew in the room, planted by a few seeds of morning sun that whispered through the windows. The heater struggled to catch…

— Kate Willis

“The evening air smelled like secrets. The breeze that stirred his hair had been places Matt could only imagine. It had twined through trees…

— Jan Strnad

“There was such a rush about me: wing, and tangled spray, and colors upon colors and shades of colors that were not colors at…

— Theodore Sturgeon

“The ocean rose up around me, hiding that low, dark patch from my eyes. The daylight, the trailing glory of the sun, went streaming…

— H.G. Wells

“The house gulped in a big breath of fresh air, like some frantic drowning thing breaking the water's surface and gasping for life. It…

— Rachel Autumn Deering

“By the end, she cleaned the house so much that she had dust in her eyes and her throat, her knees were scrapped a…

— Prerna Varma

“The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity drifting lazily…

— John Grisham

“Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after…

— Sharon Kay Penman

“The autumn stars had come out, incredible in number and brilliance, twinkling and almost blinking because of the dust stirred up by the earthquake…

— Ursula K. Le Guin