Could You Repeat That? 164
Quickening Fields (poetry), Pattiann Rogers
And the periodic table of atomic
weights, the listed twenty-two
bones of the skull seem to me to be
recitations of devotion.
Queen of Shadows, Sarah J Maas
"Some night soon, I'll sneak back in here and we can eat chocolates until we vomit."
"We're such refined, genteel ladies."
"Please," Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, "you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins."
Winter Tide, Ruthanna Emrys
One can talk about things at the Tide that are otherwise kept obscure, but one cannot suddenly impart the knowledge of how to discuss great cruelty.
Eight Flavors: The Untold Story of American Cuisine, Sarah Lohman
He led me to a room where he had set up a flow-chart on how soy sauce was made and handed me a cold mug of lychee-flavored fruit vinegar drink. Welcome to my perfect day.
She Changed Comics, Betsy Gomez, ed.
Growing up next to a slaughterhouse had a profound impact on Sue Coe's career as an artist.
The Masked City, Genevieve Cogman
"The king's son had been stolen, and she had come across land and sea to find him, in borrowed shoes and a borrowed dress, with no true friend at her side." The words stung in her mouth, true in their way, yet also just a story.
Desserts LaBelle: Soulful Sweets to Sing About, Patti LaBelle
At the milestone moments of our lives--the birthdays, graduations, christenings, weddings, anniversaries, even the funerals--there is always a sweet dish--a cake, a cobbler, a pie, a pudding--that helps us mark it. Memorize it. Memorialize it.
A Woman of Property (poetry), Robyn Schiff
I will not be meted, I will
not give the mosquito
her share
Plenty, Yotam Ottolenghi
In 2009 I travelled to Tokyo with the sole purpose of eating.
Y is for Yesterday, Sue Grafton
"I heard he's wanted in five states, so I've been rooting for someone to shoot him down in cold blood."
"We all have our hopes and dreams," I replied.
Deep Run Roots, Vivian Howard
I find it pretty inconsiderate that the fruit that benefits the most from being cold won't fit into the average refrigerator.
The Burning Page, Genevieve Cogman
His voice slipped under convictions like a knife prising up the seal on an envelope, leaving naked facts behind it.
Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, Helen Fielding
But for a split second, he stopped the bluster and we just were there as we were, which was: extremely sad about the same thing.
The House of Binding Thorns, Aliette de Bodard
The Fallen spread her hands, gracefully, to encompass the throne and the bookshelves and the impossibly blue sky above, the deep color of approaching evening at summer's end. "This is my dominion."
Mastering the Art of Japanese Home Cooking, Masahuru Morimoto
Japanese curry is like the final whisper in an international game of telephone.
Your Enzymes Are Calling the Ancients (poetry), Karen Donovan
There was only one thing to be done: call out,
start the alarm, set the heather on fire
Borne, Jeff VanderMeer
He laughed, shattering the architectural lines of his face. The laughter didn't bother me. Not then, at least.
And the periodic table of atomic
weights, the listed twenty-two
bones of the skull seem to me to be
recitations of devotion.
Queen of Shadows, Sarah J Maas
"Some night soon, I'll sneak back in here and we can eat chocolates until we vomit."
"We're such refined, genteel ladies."
"Please," Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, "you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins."
Winter Tide, Ruthanna Emrys
One can talk about things at the Tide that are otherwise kept obscure, but one cannot suddenly impart the knowledge of how to discuss great cruelty.
Eight Flavors: The Untold Story of American Cuisine, Sarah Lohman
He led me to a room where he had set up a flow-chart on how soy sauce was made and handed me a cold mug of lychee-flavored fruit vinegar drink. Welcome to my perfect day.
She Changed Comics, Betsy Gomez, ed.
Growing up next to a slaughterhouse had a profound impact on Sue Coe's career as an artist.
The Masked City, Genevieve Cogman
"The king's son had been stolen, and she had come across land and sea to find him, in borrowed shoes and a borrowed dress, with no true friend at her side." The words stung in her mouth, true in their way, yet also just a story.
Desserts LaBelle: Soulful Sweets to Sing About, Patti LaBelle
At the milestone moments of our lives--the birthdays, graduations, christenings, weddings, anniversaries, even the funerals--there is always a sweet dish--a cake, a cobbler, a pie, a pudding--that helps us mark it. Memorize it. Memorialize it.
A Woman of Property (poetry), Robyn Schiff
I will not be meted, I will
not give the mosquito
her share
Plenty, Yotam Ottolenghi
In 2009 I travelled to Tokyo with the sole purpose of eating.
Y is for Yesterday, Sue Grafton
"I heard he's wanted in five states, so I've been rooting for someone to shoot him down in cold blood."
"We all have our hopes and dreams," I replied.
Deep Run Roots, Vivian Howard
I find it pretty inconsiderate that the fruit that benefits the most from being cold won't fit into the average refrigerator.
The Burning Page, Genevieve Cogman
His voice slipped under convictions like a knife prising up the seal on an envelope, leaving naked facts behind it.
Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, Helen Fielding
But for a split second, he stopped the bluster and we just were there as we were, which was: extremely sad about the same thing.
The House of Binding Thorns, Aliette de Bodard
The Fallen spread her hands, gracefully, to encompass the throne and the bookshelves and the impossibly blue sky above, the deep color of approaching evening at summer's end. "This is my dominion."
Mastering the Art of Japanese Home Cooking, Masahuru Morimoto
Japanese curry is like the final whisper in an international game of telephone.
Your Enzymes Are Calling the Ancients (poetry), Karen Donovan
There was only one thing to be done: call out,
start the alarm, set the heather on fire
Borne, Jeff VanderMeer
He laughed, shattering the architectural lines of his face. The laughter didn't bother me. Not then, at least.