#fillingingaps

[paolasitalianlitblog]

They lived in the same family; they were brought up in the same nursery; and they came out to struggle, as the brothers of Aquino struggled by the wayside, when they dragged the new friar along the road and shut him up in the castle on the hill.

G.K. Chesterton, Saint Thomas Aquinas, (38)

[rgurung-me]

“I smelled the rain before it fell”

SOLD, Patricia Mc Cormick (25)

[vinaldaschileanlitblogthings]

“Nothing happened today. ...”

The Savage detectives by  Roberto Bolaño p. 82

[cleucilaynesaustralianlitblog]

It still made him wild that he-a man innocent of any crime against the blacks-had been the one speared, and that his own country's fighting men had done nothing about it.

That Deadman Dance by Kim Scott (95)

[cleucilaynesaustralianlitblog]

He moved his vantage point so that he could keep an eye on the man and boy as the unloading of his property continued.

That Deadman Dance (37)

[yasguerrier]

“What remained was the artificial lake and island with its two stone bridges supporting the driveway, and, by the water’s edge, a crumbling stuccoed temple.”

Ian McEwan, Atonement, (18), England

[hello-itsjuliana-blr-blog]

"Sipping slowly of the overwhelming memory of his love, a deep dark liqueur still lingers at the base of your tongue, and rises, sometimes to drench your senses, in the thickets of sleep, you wake, suffused with guilt, and reach for the shadow at your side"

The Glassblower's Breath Sunetra Gupta (109)

[germanlit-blog]

“One life for many lives. You can’t calculate like that. Can you?” Amadeu spoke in a strained voice, and behind the words were both outrage and the fear of doing something wrong, something unforgiveablr.

Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon (161)