The Hobbit – J.R.R. Tolkien
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet…”
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet…”
“On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the bourg of Meung, in which the author of the Romance of the Rose was born…”
“Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. A tall Shade lifted his head and sniffed the air. He looked…”
“In a distant and secondhand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part…”
“Why can’t I go to summer camp, too? It’s not fair Willow gets to go have fun and I don’t.”
“It is difficult to know quite where to begin this story, but I have fixed my choice on a certain Wednesday at luncheon at the Vicarage.”
“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling…”
“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.”
“I walk the Wood. I walk the fields. I cover the school grounds between classes, poking through empty buildings, opening long-closed…”