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“Perita is the dog,” Gracie said, in a tone which implied Rosalind was a dimwit for having not immediately understood this. “You packed for a dog. Yes, I see.” The young dog was a lovely chocolate brown with the typical black mastiff mask. “She has quite a big head,” Rosalind observed. “Of course, she does.” Gracie sounded affronted by her sister’s ignorance. “That’s the breed. Her mother, Medea, was even bigger than Hercules, you know.” Rosalind was impressed. Hercules was the size of a small pony. At least, that’s how it seemed when he was flying through the halls of Sweetbriar and came barreling unexpectedly around a corner. “Why Perita? Don’t you mean Perdita?” “Not Shakespeare, silly. Alexander the Great.” Gracie was looking disgusted once more. “Well, his was Peritas as it was male. I’ve feminized it. Did you know Peritas bit off an elephant’s face when it tried to charge Alexander once?” “Bit it off?” “Probably not completely off. At least, I hope not. But I suppose it would have been justified if Peritas was protecting his master from being trampled to death,” Gracie said, looking thoughtful. “I’m sure Perita would do the very same for me. Or you.” She rubbed the pup’s head affectionately. “Yes. How lovely.” Rosalind decided not to imagine what a faceless elephant would look like.”

HumorFamilySistersHistorical RomanceRegency RomanceFamily SagaHistorical Romance FictionGentle Humour
Book:The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love
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“Does he know? Or are you torturing the poor man?” “Torturing him?” Gwendolen said with genuine surprise. “Torturing him into thinking he is the only one in love!” “Oh.” Gwendolen sighed. “He is not in love with me.” She was not sure what he was. “At least, he has not said so.” “You sound quite sorry about that. Almost as if you cared.”

LoveSistersFamily SagaWitty BanterSister BondGentle Humor
Book:To All the Earls I've Loved Before
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“The light, bold, fluttering little figure turned and came back safe to me, and I soon laughed at my fears, and at the cry I had uttered; fruitlessly in any case, for there was no one near. But there have been times since, in my manhood, many times there have been, when I have thought, is it possible, among the possibilities of hidden things, that in the sudden rashness of the child and her wild look so far off, there was any merciful attraction of her into danger, any tempting her towards him permitted on the part of her dead father, that her life might have a chance of ending that day. There has been a time since when I have wondered whether, if the life before her could have been revealed to me at a glance, and so revealed as that a child could fully comprehend it, and if her preservation could have depended on a motion of my hand, I ought to have held it up to save her. There has been a time since – I do not say it lasted long, but it has been – when I have asked myself the question, would it have been better for little Emily to have had the waters close above her head that morning in my sight; and when I have answered Yes, it would have been.”

LoveLifeSchoolFearWorryShameComing Of AgeHistorical FictionOrphanFamily Saga
Book:David Copperfield
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“My life is hard. No one would rob me of that. The clothes I am wearing came out of a knotted up black plastic trash bag from a resale shop downtown. And not the downtown where shiny cars wink at you in the sunlight. If a car winks at you in this area it’s being driven by a person you would be best to avoid. My side of downtown is crumbling and skirted by chain link fences. --Rocky Evans”

RomanceYoung AdultYaThrillerUrbanTeenRomantic SuspenseHistorical RomanceFamily Saga
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“Kevin looks at me and I know he isn’t seeing the little girl I use to be, all pigtails and gangly limbs. He isn’t seeing my mother’s daughter or even my mother anymore. As his eyes linger over me, stopping here and there in the most uncomfortable places, I know he isn’t really even seeing me as I am. The bloodshot eyes staring out of the alcohol-flushed face are seeing a girl, nearly of age, who owes him a tremendous debt of gratitude.--Rocky Evans”

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“Anna sat down and studied her brothers. Both were nearly six feet tall. The older, Addison, was muscular with a darker shade of brown hair compared to the younger, blue-eyed Purl, who was leaner and lighter complexioned. Anna noticed that Purl’s wrists showed below his shirt and coat jacket, hand-me-downs from the uncles. All eight children had trouble adjusting after their parents’ death, but Purl’s situation was the most regrettable—three foster homes since he was fifteen. The moves had been hard on him emotionally. Anna suffered too. She’d felt helpless that she was too young to take him herself, and had watched him slowly lose his youthful vigor.”

Historical FictionWomen S FictionMilitary HistoryFamily SagaHollywood CultureAviation HistoryPhilippine HistoryCalifornia HistorySan Antonio History
Book:Yours in a Hurry: A novel
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“It is never too late to be what you might have been. — George Eliot The biggest single problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place. — George Bernard Shaw”

Literary FictionWomen S FictionContemporary FictionSecond Chance RomanceRoyal FamilyFamily SagaDry HumourMulti Genre LiteratureMulti Generational FamilyPost War Fiction
Book:MUTE SWANS: A hauntingly beautiful exploration of love, loss, and second chances
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“What had those vile creatures unleashed in me? What beast had they awakened? I think I vowed to kill the beast and bury it so deep in the abyss it would never again rear its ugly head. Part of me did make this promise. The other part embraced an unfolding of life’s inextinguishable flames and the mind’s unspoken bondage. As far as reinforcing the strength of my mind’s resolve, I supposed my body was a useless entity. Rather, it was this fancy thing I lived in—a mausoleum that beckoned the living, promising gratification, refuge, solace, peace, even immortality. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t mine. I realized then, it had never belonged to me. I could control what happened to it only if people were merciful. Watching Valentin was not merciful. It was a torturous joy.”

Coming Of AgeLiterary FictionFamily SagaSuspense And DramaYoungadultNew Series
Book:Deadly Veils Book One Provenance of Bondage
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“He grumbles incoherently, opens the window a fraction and continues to smoke away. It’s like every time Sidney Drake enters a new location he has to readjust the atmosphere, akin to one of those sci-fi shows where they oxygenate the planet, but for my dad it’s in a suffocating reverse. He replaces the clean wholesome air with a non-stop puff of toxic poison.”

AirBreatheSmokingSci FiApocalypseOxygenEnd Of The WorldZombiesFamily SagaStar Trek
Author:Tom Conrad
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“The doctor delivered a devastating diagnosis: a severe stroke with paralysis of the right side of her body, brought on by prolonged starvation. In the days that followed, Irina’s condition steadily deteriorated. The family took turns caring for her, carefully following every medical instruction, yet the decline was obvious. Within days, her left leg failed as well. She could no longer speak—only stare ahead in silent resignation. Whenever one of her loved ones approached her bedside, tears streamed soundlessly down her face. Now, sitting beside his grandmother’s pillow, Peter watched the boundless sorrow in her eyes as she looked at him. “Grandma, everything will be all right. You’ll recover,” the boy lied with all the gentleness he was capable of. “I love you.” He pressed his face to her chest and kissed her. Heavy tears rolled down Irina’s cheeks. A lump rose in Peter’s throat. He could not drive away the terrible thought: How could it be that only yesterday someone so alive, loving, and active—though ill—could so suddenly become a helpless ruin? It felt unnatural. It felt unjust. With each passing day, life faded from Irina. A week after the stroke, she died quietly in her sleep. At his grandmother’s funeral, Peter wept as he never had before—and never would again. He did not hide his tears. He kept kissing her cold lips, cheeks, and forehead. But each kiss only made the grief heavier. — Volodymyr Shablia, Stone. Book Three Context note: Set during the Holodomor of 1933 in Ukraine, this scene portrays one of the famine’s most tragic realities: the rapid decline and death of the elderly and the sick often among the first victims of starvation. Malnutrition weakened the body’s ability to survive illness, and strokes, infections, and organ failure became fatal in a society stripped of food and medical resources. Behind the statistics of millions dead were intimate family tragedies like this one.”

HungerIllnessGrief And LossHistorical FictionDeath And DyingElderlyUkraineFamily SagaHolodomorFamily Tragedy
Book:Камінь. Біографічний роман. Книга третя. Несправджені сподівання.: Все буде Голодомор.
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“The Central Station in Bulawayo had received 120 of these “multipurpose” pieces of technology the month before instead of proper digital cameras, voice recorders, and other essential equipment. They were allocated to the detectives and their superiors, some of whom pocketed several each so they could gift them to their wives, girlfriends, and at the very least their legitimate children.”

Murder MysteryFamily SagaOwnvoices
Book:Who Killed Chatunga?
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“As she reached the stairs, she made a quick detour and stepped outside. A crescent moon hung in the midnight blue sky along with trillions of twinkling stars. Out here there were no streetlights to wash out the view. She loved being able to see the stars. Tonight, the mountains were etched deep purple against the night sky. The white snowcapped tips gleamed silver. Nearer, silhouetted pine trees swayed in the breeze as if in a slow dance. “You are such a romantic,” Trask had once told her. “Are you sure you want to open a bar? You should be writing poetry.” She’d laughed. “How do you know I don’t?”

AliensRomantic SuspenseWestern RomanceFamily SagaMissile SilosFirst In A Series
Book:Renegade's Pride
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“Julia, is everything all right?” her father said in a raspy voice. “It’s three in the morning, m’ija.” “I’m sorry. I have to talk to you; it’s something very important. Papá, Mamá, I’ve made a decision, and I wanted to share it with you. I’ve decided to convert to the Muslim religion.” “What?” Pilar screamed. “Are you out of your mind?” “Julia, what are you saying?” “I want to be a Muslim. I’ve even chosen a new Muslim name, Aliyah.” “Julia, are you drunk?” “No, Papá, I’m not drunk. I’ve thought about this for a very long time. I think it’s the right thing for me, a way to follow God.”

ReligionFamilyImmigrantsFamily LifeReligious FaithLatinoAssimilationHispanicImmigrant ExperienceFamily SagaChicanoSergio TroncosoImmigrant FictionReligious Conversions
Book:From This Wicked Patch of Dust
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“I love hearing that. Linden Falls sounds a lot like Westbury.” Maggie leaned back against his chest, and he circled her with his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. They stood in silence as thin clouds shrouded the moon, painting the trees at the bottom of the slope with a milky wash. Waves of Grace”

Women S FictionSecond Chance RomanceSmall Town Romance ContemporaryFamily SagaStately HomesStrong Woman Main CharacterFriendship FictionRosemont Series
Book:Waves of Grace
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“After years of yearning for my dream life, it now seems like it’s on the horizon—after only a couple of days. And it’s all thanks to you, Gordon.” She propelled herself onto her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek as flakes of snow fluttered to the ground around them. Waves of Grace”

Women S FictionSecond Chance RomanceSmall Town Romance ContemporaryFamily SagaStately HomesStrong Woman Main CharacterFriendship FictionRosemont Series
Book:Waves of Grace
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