Playing with words

20 random books, pg 52, 5th sentence

Peter lifted his scrutiny slightly onto the windshield and side panels of the flight deck.

"You're going to a lot of trouble to get rid of us, aren't you?"

The bride herself had modestly kept within her veil, and for fear she might be sallow with terror and sobbing, none of her family had insisted she do otherwise.

Gratitude is an ill-fitting tunic that can chafe and smell if worn too long.

She was just squinting because of the distance from the door to the bed.

A man stepped into the lantern light, and she saw his cloak was white.

"Be off with you, Fitz."

The stranger accelerated and sped out of the graveyard, leaving her alone in the sun until a moment later she heard a man speak behind her, 'Laura?'

Ozone suffused the air like after burn.

I was her photonegative, with my black suit jacket nipped at the waist, shoulder-length, chestnut hair, and red lipstick.

'And had it not been for this, I had recovered my strength.'

It knew how to maintain them, how to repair them...

"You are too strange, and foe every colt ans stallion, too great and dangerous a prize. "

Everything had happened so quickly, they had barely had time to wake and come to her side.

The sound of it clattering down onto the scarred wood top of the chest of drawers brought her to her senses.

With the bright afternoon sun shimmering off the waves and holidaymakers ambling about, it was an attractive view, marred only by the looming Imax building east of the pier.

'We can't blame the military for everything, you know.'

'I'll keep a good lookout for her."

By the time he had worried them out they had given birth to other problems.

This seal doesn't have it.