Greg T
- Mezcal
He put his hand on the small of her back. SNAP! He yanked his hand back and found a snapping turtle the size of a hub cap suspended from his finger. He swung the turtle violently over his head to dislodge it. It became a tambourine and he was dancing around a campfire with aborigines. Sunrise came through the blinds. He stared down at the stripes of shadow and light across his belly and wondered where his pants were. That morning Frank vowed to never again buy the cheapest mezcal on the shelf.
J.K. Rowling
- The Deathly Hallows, ch. 10, Kreacher's Tale
At last, lying facedown on the floor, he spotted what looked like a torn piece of paper under the chest of drawers. When he pulled it out, it proved to be most of the photograph Lily had described in her letter. A black-haired baby was zooming in and out of the picture on a tiny broom, roaring with laughter, and a pair of legs that must have belonged to James were chasing after him. Harry tucked the photograph into his pocket with Lily's letter and continued to look for the second sheet.
J.K. Rowling
- The Deathly Hallows, ch. 15, The Goblin's Revenge
Early the next morning, before the other two were awake, Harry left the tent to search the woods around them for the oldest, most gnarled, and resilient-looking tree he could find. There in its shadow he buried Mad-Eye Moody's eye and marked the spot by gouging a small cross in the bark with his wand.
J.K. Rowling
- The Deathly Hallows, ch. 19, The Forest of Dean
Here too snow lay on the trees all around and it was bitterly cold, but they were at least protected from the wind. They spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue flames that Hermione was so adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried around in a jar.
Alexandre Dumas
- The Three Musketeers, The Utility of Stovepipes
Porthos and Aramis resumed their places by the stovepipe. As to Athos, he went out without any mystery. He carefully examined the priming of his pistols, drew his sword, and took the road to the camp. As Athos had foreseen, it was not long before the cardinal came down. He opened the door of the room in which the Musketeers were, and found Porthos playing an earnest game at dice with Aramis. He cast a rapid glance round the room, and perceived that one of his men was missing.
Alexandre Dumas
- The Three Musketeers, The Pavilion
It was a strange thing, and one which made D'Artagnan tremble from the sole of his foot to the roots of his hair, to find that this soft light, this calm lamp, enlightened a scene of fearful disorder. One of the windows was broken, the door of the chamber had been beaten in and hung, split in two, on its hinges. A table, which had been covered with an elegant supper, was overturned.
Alexandre Dumas
- The Three Musketeers, The Pavilion
The tree was easy to climb. Besides, D'Artagnan was but twenty years old, and consequently had not yet forgotten his schoolboy habits. In an instant he was among the branches, and his keen eyes plunged through the transparent panes into the interior of the pavilion.
