Rain.
It fell steadily on the city of Hypprux, a promise of the coming spring, but a cold, grudging one to be sure. The men who were repairing the roof of the cathedral had given up shortly after noon, and the shopkeepers had admitted defeat only a little while later, packing up their wares with numbed fingers, trudging into their homes soaked and shivering. Read more
After it’s over, of course, you want to kick yourself for all the things you didn’t see at the time. The Had-I-But-Known school of private investigation perhaps. My name is Kinsey Millhone and most of my reports begin the same way. I start by asserting who I am and what I do, as though by stating the same few basic facts I can make sense out of everything that comes afterward. Read more
As a child Trudi Montag thought everyone knew what went on inside others. That was before she understood the power of being different. The agony of being different. And the sin of ranting against an ineffective God. But before that—for years and years before that—she prayed to grow. Read more
The rain was heavy now and the hem of her dress was splattered with mud. She’d have to hide it afterwards; no one could know that she’d been out. Read more
Once upon a time, before the whole world changed, it was possible to run away from home, disguise who you were, and fit into polite society. Read more
“I remember my own childhood vividly … I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them.”
MAURICE SENDAK, IN CONVERSATION WITH ART SPEIGELMAN,
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 27, 1993 Read more
Page Turners by Val Tobin Happy New Year! May your 2019 be filled with joyous reading. Agents and editors will often decide whether a book is right for them by reading the first page of … Read more
