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“So he caught her in his arms and kissed her, and they were very happy, and told each other what a beautiful world it was, and how wonderful it was that they should have found each other, seeing that the world is not only beautiful but rather large.”
Source: The Magic World
“So he closed his eyes and imagined Artimé, the way it had been, he way he wanted it to be again. His hands reached out to include the entire plot of land. "Imagine," he said in a soft voice, picturing it all, room by room, the lawn with the fountains, the trees, the creatures. When he was certain he'd imagined it, he want on.
"Believe. " He believed with all his heart that Artimé could exist again. Believed that when he was finished with the spell and he opened his eyes, it would be there.
"Whisper." Alex imagined Mr. Today whispering these words over the desolate plot of land so many years ago, calling it to live a new, vibrant life, and he realized that he'd been whispering the words all along.
"Breathe." Alex took in a deep, satisfying breath and let it out slowly. He didn't forget it this time. He pictured himself breathing life into the world, giving it the air it needed to flourish once again.
And then: "Commence." The command to make it all happen. The beginning of everything. [...] he remembered the clue. Utter in order, repeat times three.
[...] When he finished the second round, he started one last time, his voice remaining soft. "Imagine. Believe. Whisper. Breathe." He hesitated, swallowing hard before the last one. And finally: "Commence."
Nothing happened. All was deathly silent. Alex remained very still, eyes closed, arms outstretched, feeling a sort of calmness inside him that he hadn't felt ever before. It almost seemed like he was beginning to float, peacefully alone in the world.
And then something did happen. The light through his closed lids grew pinkish-white, bright, and soon lights swirled around him, faster and faster, with colors joining in and growing stronger. He opened his eyes just as the land in front of him turned a luscious green and, with a great rumble, the enormous fountain broke through the ground, spewing up from the earth, the growing expanse of lawn rippling and resettling around it. The land spread farther, making Unwanteds along the shore lose their footing and tumble to the ground. Trees popped up to dot the lawn and for the jungle on the opposite side of Artimé. The gray shack spun and grew into the enormous mansion once again. The heat dissipated in an instant, and a cool breeze rushed in from the sea.
Alex gaped. "I did it," he whispered. And then he yelled at the top of his voice, "I did it!”
Source: Island of Fire
“So he could not be hasty or impatient. If he pushed forward impulsively, he would fail to see the signs and omens left by God along his path.
God placed them along my path. He had surprised himself with the thought. Until then, he had considered the omens to be things of this world, Like eating or sleeping, or like seeking love or finding a job. he had never thought of them in terms of a language used by God to indicate what he should do.”
Source: The Alchemist
“So he’d actually been listening when Olive vomited her life story at him.”
Source: The Love Hypothesis
“So he'd waited. Counted the minutes.
It had been worth it.
Seeing her claw her way onto the landing, panting, hair curling with the sweat sliding down her face- completely worth his generally shit day.
Nesta was still sprawled on the hall floor when she hissed, 'Whoever designed those stairs was a monster.'
'Would you believe that Rhys, Az, and I had to climb up and down them as punishment when we were boys?'
Her eyes shimmered with temper- good. Better than the vacant ice.
'Why?'
'Because we were young and stupid and testing boundaries with a High Lord who didn't understand practical jokes regarding public nudity.' He nodded toward the stairs. 'I got so dizzy on the hike down that I puked on Az. he then puked on Rhys, and Rhys puked all over himself. It was the height of summer, and by the time we made the trek back up, the heat was unbearable, we all reeked, and the scent of the vomit on the stairs had become horrific. We all puked again as we walked through it.'
He could have sworn the corners of her mouth were trying to twitch upward.
He didn't hold back his own grin at the memory. Even if they'd still had to hike back down and mop it all up.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“So he decided to stay out of it and instead turned back to Lady Bridgerton, who was, as it happened, the closest person to him, anyway. “And how are you this afternoon?” he asked. Lady Bridgerton gave him a very small smile as she handed him his cup of tea. “Smart man,” she murmured. “It’s self-preservation, really,” he said noncommittally. “Don’t say that. They wouldn’t hurt you.” “No, but I’m sure to be injured in the cross fire.”
“So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.”
Source: The Truth About Forever
“So he does what a kid has to do: He smells the cedar chest in his parents’ bedroom, he decapitates dandelions, seesaws at the park, licks the mixing bowl, rides his bike, counts railroad cars, holds his breath, clucks his tongue, tastes tofu, touches moss, daydreams, looks back, looks ahead, wishes, wonders… and before he knows it, miraculously, the summer is over.”
Source: Loser
“So, he eagerly drove from Basel to Bayreuth before the festival began to watch the last rehearsals of The Ring Cycle. As he watched, it hit him like Odin's bowel movement: the opera was shit.”
Source: Operation Cosmic Teapot
“So he earns your undying love by reading a book under a tree?" Cole said dryly. "Why didn't I ever try that approach? I like books and trees.”
“So he enjoys a girl who stands up to him," Dad said once we all calmed down. "I like him more already.”
“So," he explains. "Take the piece of bread, dip it in the olive oil and then in the spice and nut mix, and then smear some of the spicy carrot dip on top."
The appetizer is complicated to assemble, but absolutely delicious. The bread, a hearty baguette from La Boulangerie, is a chewy, crusty foil for the buttery oil, savory crunchy nut mixture, and sweet and spicy carrot puree. An explosion of flavor and texture. He also has some creamy local chèvre, and marinated olives.”
Source: Out to Lunch
“So he gave everything he had left. "I think you're lovely. All of you. And though I've lived in a world where you didn't exist for most of my life, I don't believe that's a world I can be in any longer. It started with the sun, and it was warm. And then came the sea, and it was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It was followed by this place, this island so mysterious and wonderful. But it was you who gave me peace and joy like I've never had before. You gave me a voice and a purpose. Nothing would have changed if it hadn't been for all of you. I believe they've listened to me, but the only reason I knew what to say at all was because of what you taught me. We're not alone. We never have been. We have each other. If I were to leave again, I would wish I were here. I don't want to wish anymore. If you'll have me, I would like stay. For always.”
Source: The House in the Cerulean Sea
“So he has no head' 'Thats usually what headless means' 'No head at all?' 'Your really not getting the whole headless thing are you?' 'Its just kind of silly even for us.”
“So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.”
“So he is my brother, and yours, too, Carl Schummel, for that matter," answered Peter, looking into Carl's eye. "We cannot say what we might have become under other circumstances. We have been bolstered up from evil since the hour we were born. A happy home and good parents might have made that man a fine fellow instead of what he is. God grant that the law may cure and not crush him!”
Source: Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates
“So he is your intended, then?" He asks it casually enough. A smile still rests on his lips. But one mental switch and I can see he's swirling with a dark green. Jealousy in its deepest rawest form.”
Source: Daughter of the Siren Queen
“So he lay there in the dark without them ever knowing he wasn't okay. Because he'd learned a long time ago that the better they thought he was, the longer he could live this way.”
Source: Highly Illogical Behavior
“So he left the lagoon and entered the jungle again, within a few days was completely lost, following the lagoons southward through the increasing rain and heat, attacked by alligators and giant bats, a second Adam searching for the forgotten paradises of the reborn Sun.”
Source: The Drowned World and the Wind From Nowhere
“So he lent her books. After all, one of life's best pleasures is reading a book of perfect beauty; more pleasurable still is rereading that book; most pleasurable of all is lending it to the person one loves: Now she is reading or has just read the scene with the mirrors; she who is so lovely is drinking in that loveliness I've drunk.”
Source: Europe Central
“So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word.”
“So he'll keep dragging himself up this bridge between possible worlds, this rickety ruin of light, trying to imagine it might matter if he makes it to the other side.”
Source: City on Fire
“So.” He locked eyes with her. “What’s this all about? Why—”
“Listen.” Harper shook her head. “To begin with, there’s some things I can’t tell you.”
“I don’t see the point of keeping secrets, Ms. Harper.”
“Espy. Please.”
“Okay. Espy. I know your name. I know you work for the DOJ—”
“You don’t know anything, Detective. Believe me.”
“Mike.”
“Okay. Mike.” She took a sip of her tea. “You have no idea what’s really going on here.”
“So what did you want to talk about? You gonna threaten me? Tell me what’s gonna happen if I don’t keep quiet?”
“No. Not at all.” She set her tea down. “You’re here because we’d like your help.”
Source: CodeName: Blackjack
“So," he murmured, his tone deep, "nothing of any moment happened here."
Her gaze transfixed by the long strip of linen, Patience tried to speak and couldn't- she shook her head.
"Good." The word was a feral purr. With a negligent flick, Vane sent the cravat to join his coat. "So there's nothing to distract you."
Patience dragged her gaze up to his face. "Distract me?"
"From the subject we need to discuss."
"You want to discuss something?" She hauled in a breath and tried to steady her giddy head.
Vane trapped her gaze. "You. Me." His face hardened. "Us."
With a supreme effort, Patience raised her brows. "What about 'us'?"
A muscle in his jaw flickered. From the corner of her eye, she saw his fist clench. "I," he declared, "have reached the end of my tether.”
Source: A Rake's Vow
“So he obeyed and he was. Protective I mean. George began to tell the group how he knew/hoped that God would lead him to the one that was to be his one day and that was when he suddenly became speechless. He had just locked eyes with the enchanting blue-eyed red-headed beauty he had seen at the gymnasium just weeks ago. What a time for the Lord to whisper That's her.”
Source: The Adventures of George and Mabel: Based on an Almost (Kind of? Sort of? Could Be?) True Story
“So he researched love.
Turned out it was no different than religion.
Everyone had their own definition. Their own rituals.
People tortured each other and called it love.
Abused each other, still called it love.
Lied, cheated, betrayed—all under the same word.
Some stayed married for 60 years: love.
Some divorced and still raised their kids together: love.
Some never met again but carried the ghost of a person forever: love.”
Source: Ink On My Skin!
“So he's a good, clean, decent man, and he's an enhancement to my life and he could also be an enhancement to your life, why does that have to be dirty? Why does that have to be ugly? Why can't we love each other? But the society we live in is designed to make me feel, well, if you let him go with her that means you are less of a person or you would be devalued; no, that may mean that I am bigger.”
Source: We Want for Our Sisters What We Want for Ourselves, Polygyny~Copartnering: A Relationship, Marriage and Family Alternative
“So,” he said, as he continued to pull on her arm, bringing her closer. “Do you accept my apology?”
Viola opened her mouth to say not yet,’ because she couldn’t afford to give up the power she currently held over him.
That was when he kissed her.”
Source: Wake for Me
“So,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m too much for you. You should have said something. We might be married, Mercy, but no still means no.”
I widened my eyes at him. “I just haven’t wanted to hurt your feelings.”
“When I give you that little nudge, hmm?” His voice took on a considering air. “Come to think of it, I’m feeling a little nudge coming on right now.”
“Now?” I whispered in horrified tones. I looked up toward Jesse’s room. “Think of the children.”
He tilted his head as if to listen, then shook it. “They won’t hear anything from there.” He started slowly down the stairs.
“Think of Darryl, Zack, Lucia, and Joel,” I said earnestly. “They’ll be scarred for life.”
“You know what they say about werewolves,” he told me gravely, stepping down to the ground.
I broke and ran—and he was right on my tail. Figuratively speaking, of course. I don’t have a tail unless I’m in my coyote shape.”
Source: Fire Touched
“So,' he said wearily,' here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.' His laugh was unpleasant as he hung his head, cupping his forehead in a hand, and closed his eyes. 'What a mess.'
Part of me searched for the words to wound him in his vulnerability, but the other half recalled all that he had said, all that he had done, but his head had snapped to the door before he'd kissed me. He'd known Amarantha was coming. Maybe he'd done it to make her jealous, but maybe...
If he hadn't been kissing me, if he hadn't shown up and interrupted us, I would have gone out into that throne room covered in smudged paint. And everyone- especially Amarantha- would have known what I'd been up to. It wouldn't have taken much to figure out whom I'd been with, especially not once they saw the paint on Tamlin. I didn't want to consider what the punishment might have been.
Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And he'd done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“So," he said wearily, "here we are, with the fate of our immortal worlds in the hands of an illiterate human." His laugh was unpleasant as he hung his head, cupping his forehead in a hand, and closed his eyes. "What a mess.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“So,' he said. 'What do you think of it?'
She twisted towards the fire and watched the flames behind the blackened furnace door.
'When I hear a piece like that,' she said, 'I find it hard to believe that there isn't something more than this.' She waved a hand at the cabin, at all the material things surrounding them. 'Something we haven't begun to understand, but it's captured in the music. It's there. You can feel it.”
Source: The Glimpse
“So he sat and listened to pigeons talking, till it seemed to him they were trying to lull the restlessness of Earth, and thought that they might by drowsy incantation be putting some spell against time, through which it could not come to harm their nests; for the power of time was not made clear to him yet and he knew not yet that nothing in our fields has the strength to hold out against time.”
Source: The King of Elfland's Daughter
“So he sings,” he continued as if Denny had said nothing. “His solo mio, that with her in his life he is rich because she is so beautiful that she makes the sun more beautiful, you understand?” And at that he dropped the hoe, closed his eyes and spread out his arms wide and with the fading sun shining on his handsome face he sang:
Che bella cosa è na jurnata 'e sole
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già na festa
Che bella cosa e' na jurnata 'e sole
Ma n'atu sole,
cchiù bello, oi ne'
'O sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
'O sole, 'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
sta 'nfronte a te!
It looked like fun. We dropped our tools and joined him, belting out something that sounded remarkably like Napolitano. We sang as loud as we could, holding on to each note as long as we could before we ran out of breath, and then we sang again, occasionally dropping to one knee, holding our hands over our hearts with exaggerated looks of deep pain. Although we made the words up, we sang with the deepest passion, with the best that we had, with all of our hearts, and that made us artists, great artists, for in that song, we had made all that art is: the creation of something from nothing, fashioned with all of the soul, born from joy.
And as that beautiful summer sun set over Waterbury, the Brass City, the City of Churches, our voices floated above the wonderful aromas of the garden, across the red sky and joined the spirits in eternity.”
Source: No Time to Say Goodbye: A Memoir of a Life in Foster Care
“So he slips his head off of Jeff's shoulder and slides out from under Evan's Armand shuffles down to the bottom of the bed. It doesn't have a lot of dignity this part of their sleeping arrangement. He's complained about this before but Jeff just nodded, and Evan had kissed the back of his neck, and they'd both snuggled in a little tighter, pinning him in the middle even more effectively than before.”
Source: Out of the Darkness
“So, he smiled instead, because he could, because it was a complete and utter waste of energy and thought not to. That’s the thing to do, you see. If you go through life with a smile on your face, you’ll be amazed how many people will come up to you and say ‘What the hell are you grinning about? What’s so funny?’
The joke. That is what’s funny. Even though it was a joke without a punchline, as told by an amnesiac comic. Yet we bark a baffled, contrived chop of laughter and sit through his act anyway, watching his mindless stumble, thoughtless bumble, and wordless jumble. We force ourselves to sit through his act. He’s just not that funny, though. Yet we sit and we laugh.
Or we try to.
We hope to.”
Source: Dysfunction
“So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.”
Source: Wicked
“So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was in the open again ... and then his ears ... and then his front paws ... and then his shoulders ... and then-'Oh, help!' said Pooh, 'I'd better go back,' 'Oh bother!' said Pooh, 'I shall have to go on.' 'I can't do either!' said Pooh, 'Oh help and bother!”
“So he stopped at the first of them, a frigid hothouse whose front tipped forward over the street in defiance of gravity, taste, and ordinance; inside, the tender daytime flowers could be seen huddling in family groups beneath a constant, unseen sun, and behind them was the hermetic door to the dark Cactus Room where the shy nocturnal plants, genus cereus, could bloom in privacy at any hour. Vivien, once out of the car, appeared less constrained. She did not have that stiffness so many have on first entering bars, that air of waiting stubbornly for alcohol to loosen them, which so often presages their manner when it comes' time for bed. She was already excited when the martinis came.”
Source: Wall to Wall
“So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.”
Source: The Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald: A New Collection
“So he that despairs, limits an Infinite Power to a Finite Apprehension, and measures Providence by his own little, contracted Model.”
“So he thinks he has a baby and everything falls into place? What gets me is, people have babies and they're thinking what the baby will do for them. It's sick.”
Source: The Heavens
“So,” he throttled shift knob into fifth gear half a block from a stop sign, “you’re from Great Britain.”
“Yes. England. The North. Sheffield.”
“Why you guys drive on the left?”
“Obviously, because it’s right.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Are you?”
“I’m askin, aren’t I?”
“I don’t know. Tradition, I suppose.”
“That’s a dumb-ass reason.”
“Then perhaps you should start driving on the left.”
“So, he, uhm, all ac/ac, or a little ac/dc?" she asked, blushing, and Chase's grin about swallowed his face.
"He claims to be ac/dc," he said, watching her face light up completely.”
Source: Chase in Shadow
“So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.”
Source: The Great Gatsby
“So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant; the sun hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood, - by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.”
Source: Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition
“So he was handsome. That fact did nothing to soften her feelings toward the walking interference she studied across the room.”
Source: Best Served Cold
“So, he was just making sure you're still alive and-'
'Breathing?' Hawke suggested, startling both of us. He stood a mere foot from where we sat, having moved with the stealth of a trained guard and the quiet of a ghost. 'Since I am responsible for keeping her alive, making sure she's breathing would be a priority.'
My shoulders stiffened. How much had he overheard?
Tawny made a poor attempt to smother her giggle with a napkin. 'I'm relieved to hear that.'
'If not, I'd be remiss in my duty, would I not?'
'Ah, yes, your duty.' She lowered her napkin. 'Between protecting Poppy with your life and limb and gathering spilled crystals, you're pretty busy.'
'Don't forget assisting weak Ladies in Wait to the nearest chair before they faint,' he suggested. Those strange, mesmerising eyes glinted with a hint of mischief, and I was... as transfixed with him as I'd been with the Ladies in Wait. This was the Hawke I'd met in the Red Pearl. A well of pain hidden behind a teasing and charming personality. 'I am a man of many talents.'
'I'm sure you are,' Tawny replied with a grin while I fought the urge to reach out with my senses.
His gaze flicked to her, and the dimple in his right cheek appeared. 'Your faith in me warms my heart,' ...”
Source: From Blood and Ash
“So he was opening night... I was out of a job, and I'd been to every producer in Hollywood trying to get a job singing. But nobody wanted to know me.”
“So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn't his middle name (that would be 'Morgan'), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title character blurts out his truth, 'I'm an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.' It must have felt that way when Forster came of sexual age in the last years of the 19th century: seriously risky and dangerously blurt-able. The public cry had caught Wilde, exposed and arrested him, broken him in prison. He was one face of anxiety to Forster; his mother was another. As long as she lived (and they lived together until she died, when he was 66), he couldn't let her know.”