One Sentence Only - Novels by Jonathan

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

The music room in the Governor’s House at Port Mahon, a tall, handsome, pillared octagon, was filled with the triumphant first movement of Locatelli’s C major quartet.

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.

Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.

Blandings Castle slept in the sunshine.

Mma. Ramotswe had a detective agency in Africa, at the foot of Kgale Hill.

The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.

THERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency.

The trawler plunged into the angry swells of the dark, furious sea like an awkward animal trying desperately to break out of an impenetrable swamp.

14. It was a vast, shining globe and it cast a light of lambent topaz into space-but it was not a sun.

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without Presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.