Could You Repeat That? 163
Blood of Tyrants, Naomi Novik
Laurence felt again unequal to the strength of Temeraire's affection: like a gift handed to him unexpectedly, and which he did not recall having earned.
Crown of Midnight, Sarah J Maas
She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss.
League of Dragons, Naomi Novik
"All maps are fiction when the world is seen from the sky. But if ten thousand dragons choose to believe in this one, I think you will find it nearer truth than otherwise."
Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries, Helen Fielding
A text pinged up on my phone.
DANIEL FUCKWIT DO NOT ANSWER
(I had recently made some changes in my address book.)
And...
"No," I said to all of it, "absolutely not."
Ingredienti, Marcella Hazan and Victor Hazan
There may be no point in telling you about the beets I used to buy at the Rialto market in Venice, but I want to tell you anyway.
Death at La Fenice, Donna Leon
His nose was flat, as though it had once been broken, and his eyes were sad, as though his heart had been. He looked like a stevedore who wrote poetry.
Corn, Jessica Battilana
Balanced meal be damned: Dinner would be boiled corn, a few ears each, which we'd roll onto sticks of butter, leaving nubbly indentations behind.
Apples, Andrea Albin
As Americans, we begin our love affair with the fruit as young children. I remember reading about Johnny Appleseed in my second-grade class and feeling proud to have an apple in my lunchbox that day.
Brown Sugar, Libbie Summers
Warning: Don't ever try this with bullshit microwave popcorn.
Lemons, Alison Roman
I know it's super-Brooklyn of me to be very "whole animal, whole vegetable," etc., but I'm about to get all "whole lemon" on you.
Prosciutto di Parma, Sara Jenkins
Drizzle with 1 tablespoon of oil and sprinkle with some of the grated Parmigiano-Reggiano. Dot a few tablespoons of the spicy jam in the bare spaces between the cheese, but be shy about it.
Summer Squash, Sarah Baird
But much like a British period-drama character prone to fainting spells, squash is the kind of ingredient that can easily be overwhelmed.
Keeping Watch, Laurie R King
He was, then (this epiphany unfolded at dusk, while he was sitting at the end of the family dock, line in the water and bare feet dangling), both a romantic and a man willing and able to break the law, ferociously if need be. A loaded weapon, looking for a cause.
Evolution's Shore, Ian McDonald
"Do you know what it is like to be betrayed by the thing that is the sum purpose of your life?"
I am learning, Gaby McAslan thought.
Acqua Alta, Donna Leon
Flavia Petrilli had no comprehension of regret, but there was very little she didn't understand about revenge.
Peaches, Beth Lipton
You can't eat a peach absently or elegantly.
Chickpeas, Victoria Granof
My love affair with chickpeas started at about the same time as my love affair with a married Sicilian publisher.
Chocolate, Susie Heller
It's tough to improve on a childhood favorite, but adding chocolate and peanuts seems to do the trick.
Heir of Fire, Sarah J Maas
You didn't need a weapon at all when you were born one.
The Invisible Library, Genevieve Cogman
"Involvements with glamorous female cat burglars never end well."
"And you've had some?"
"One," Irene said, and hoped that she wasn't blushing too badly.
"Oh, you're that Irene," Dominic said in tones of surprise.
Rewriting: How to Do Things with Texts, Joseph Harris
Our creativity thus has its roots in the work of others--in response, reuse, and rewriting.
Shadow of Victory, David Weber
"Having a leash is always handy," Harahap said, "but depending on one can get risky."
The Book of Phoenix, Nnedi Okorafor
For the second time in my existence, I feel that if there is a God then I am doing God's will. I do not think of the guard I will brutally kill in an hour. All who see me understand what I am.
The Hangman, Louise Penny
"There's a killer in every village. In every home. In every heart," said Gamache, watching Paul closely. "All anyone needs is the right reason."
The World's Best Drinks, Lonely Planet
Wash the sloes and prick each one with a pin (seven times, if you like to follow tradition).
Love is Love (graphic novel), Marc Andreyko (coordinating)
But if you have eyes of your own, you can open them.
Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return (graphic novel), Marjane Satrapi
The regime had understood that one person leaving her house while asking herself:
Are my trousers long enough?
Is my veil in place?
Can my makeup be seen?
Are they going to whip me?
No longer asks herself:
Where is my freedom of thought?
Where is my freedom of speech?
My life, is it livable?
What's going on in the political prisons?