Quote by L.M. Montgomery

“MacMurrough shifted his gaze from the thick spittle-wet mouth and stared instead through the garden windows. What a dreary drunk he was. He recalled…

— Jamie O'Neill

“Don't ever 'influence' me against my will again, MacLachlan,. Or I will load your balls into my Cuisinart and press 'chop.”

— Diana Duncan

“I heard the telltale sound of scales scraping against metal--a light swoosh, a tongue flickering out to taste the stale and humid air. Whatever…

— Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Inside Metro Diner, we grab a table near the back. A waitress who clearly ate a water buffalo for breakfast waddles to our table.”

— Victoria Scott

“Gary nips my finger and starts clawing his way up my shoulder, hissing like an angry kettle. It's just not natural for something so…

— Holly Smale

“Shergahn and friend lay like poleaxed steers, and the Daranfelian's greasy hair was thick with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and chunks of beef. His companion…

— David Weber

“I don't know whether any of you, gentlemen, ever partook of a real substantial hospitable Scotch breakfast, and then went out to a slight…

— Charles Dickens

“Is there anything I can do?" He gave her a tired grin. "Crawl in bed with me." She glared at him, then got up…

— Susan Wiggs

“The hydrangeas are clipped for the winter and there is a gardener with rum on his breath (and odd socks on his feet) who…

— Peter Carey

“Locavore?" But before he could answer, I figured it out. "Someone who eats food produced locally? As opposed to locovore, someone who eats crazy…

— Mari Donne

“All morning I was dreading lunch, fearing his bizarre glares. Part of me wanted to confront him and demand to know what his problem…

— Stephenie Meyer

“There came an afternoon when, taking my usual snooze on the veranda, I dreamt I was a tiger. “Bring me,” I growl at my…

— Natsume Sōseki