Interesting idea!

"Scarlet brushed past the androids, and found an empty bench just off the rails. Despite half a dozen small, spherical cameras orbiting near the ceiling, the walls were scribbled with years of elaboraate graffiti and the ghost images of torn concert posters."

Scarlet- by Marissa Meyer 

Ah, Bab, I missed you. 

Great idea, Moon!  :D

I sped up the stoney path for sixty or seventy paces, all the while hearing him draw closer. As I topped a small rise, I left the path, hurling myself into the thicket of braken bordering the forest. Despite the thorns tearing into my calves and thighs, I plunged frantically ahead. Then, breaking free of the braken, I jumped a fallen branch, leaped a rivulet, and scrambled up the mossy outcropping of rock on the other side. Finding a slender deer trail, winding like an endless snake along the forest floor, I raced along until I found myself in a grove of towering trees. 

T. A. Barron~ The Lost Years of Merlin   

Hmm...fun!

The clock had just struck ten when Dr. Mortimer was shown up followed by the young baronet, an alert dark-eyed man, sturdily built. "I understand, Mr.Shorlock Holmes," said he, "that you think out little puzzles, and I've had one this morning." He laid an envelope upon the table. The address, SIR HENREY BASKERVILLE, NORTHUMBERLAND HOTEL, was printed in rough characters; the postmark "Charring Cross," and the date of posting the preceding evening. "Who knew that you were going to the Northumberland Hotel?" asked Holmes.

"No one. We only decided after I met Dr. Mortimer."

"But Dr. Mortimer was, no doubt, already stopping there?"

"No, I had been staying with a friend," said the doctor.

"Hum! Someone seems to be very deeply interested in your movements." Out of the envelope he took a paper. Across the middle of it a single sentence had been formed by pasting printed words upon it:

"AS You value your LIFE or your reason keep away from the moor"

The Hound of Baskervilles--Sherlock Holmes 

Cool!

"Well maybe he's a fool, but he's a rich one. I hear he even has another marraige for his servants and baggage. There's money there, mark my words. Did you see that cloak of his? I wouldn't mind having that for my ownself."

Pretty random paragraph, but that's what I flipped to. 

I like this one:

“What did you do?” shrieked Zoya. “You look like a deranged rooster!” 

Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo 

"In the autumn, by a tremendous, exhausting effort-- for the harvest had
to be gathered at almost the same time — the windmill was finished. The
machinery had still to be installed, and Whymper was negotiating the purchase
of it, but the structure was completed. In the teeth of every difficulty, in spite of
inexperience, of primitive implements, of bad luck and of Snowball’s treachery,
the work had been finished punctually to the very day! Tired out but proud, the
animals walked round and round their masterpiece, which appeared even more
beautiful in their eyes than when it had been built the first time. Moreover,
the walls were twice as thick as before. Nothing short of explosives would lay
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them low this time! And when they thought of how they had laboured, what
discouragements they had overcome, and the enormous difference that would
be made in their lives when the sails were turning and the dynamos running —
when they thought of all this, their tiredness forsook them and they gambolled
round and round the windmill, uttering cries of triumph. Napoleon himself,
attended by his dogs and his cockerel, came down to inspect the completed work;
he personally congratulated the animals on their achievement, and announced
that the mill would be named Napoleon Mill."

~From Animal Farm, by George Orwell 

OK. This is totally random. 

"Good, good," Mr. Oswald says to James. He lifts a Post-it note off the top of his desk and hands it to him. "There is no house number outside Mr. Rudolph's door," he warns us all. "Mr. Rudolph's a bit, shall we say eccentric. Bring your notebooks to our next visit. I'll be out of town for the next two days, so I will see you on Friday. Thanks in advance for a job well done." Mr. Oswald leaves the room and James follows. 

From Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life

'There are the doors before you,' said the guide.  'I must return now to my duty at the gate. Farewell! And may the Lord of the Mark be gracious with you!'

The Two Towers, The Lord of the Rings.  

Hey, the two Towers is the one I'm on right now! It's. So. Good!

The eyes were hollow in the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forhead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plants with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reveramce for the fallen king, and in the crevices of the stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed. 

          "They cannot conquer for ever!" Said Frodo. And then suddenly the brief glimpse was gone. The sun dipped and vanished, and as if at the shuttering of a lamp, black night fell. 

J. R. R. Tolkien~ The Two Towers 

@ Tuxedo Kitten, I love the Hound of the Baskervilles! We're reading it for school.

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The ocean may look hot; it looks, Paul says, like green chartreuse at the edges, it is so clear, and the shallows so lightened by the golden sandy floor beneath, and full of the endless web of floating wavering light. And it is sticky with salt, but it is always cool, even on the slope of the burning beach, and beyond knee-deep it is cold, sharply cold. It is, after all, the ocean, continuous from here to America, from here to the poles. It has its style to keep. 

Unleaving, by Jill Paton Walsh 

Cool idea, and weird story so far!

To his credit, he didn't say anything about how she should have been more careful, which he had every right to. Instead, he circled three doors on the blueprint. "These all lead to the basement, where a tunnel runs out to the side of the driveway. They use it to transport grain and other crops from the farm. That's you best bet for an exit route."

~The Candymakers by Wendy Mass 

Encouraged by the succes of this antic, Jonathan stuck a leftover snail up each nostril. Flavia snorted with alughter, Nubie giggled, and Miriam rolled her eyes. Mordecai cleared his throat. 'With your permission, I think it's time for us to take our leave,' he said with a significant glance at his son.

From The Thieves of Ostia by Caroline Lawrence. My brother suggested it because I kept begging him for something good to read, and he just said, "try the Roman myseries." So I did. They're good.