Closing Lines of Literature

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Can you name the Closing Lines of Novels and Short Stories?

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So thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
This enemy who never attacked that way - if he ever attacked at all, if he was indeed the enemy.
A whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooker nose...to share his part of the secret of heaven...and the world is full of stories, but all the stories are one.
For half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat?
Nobody ever launched a better rocket than you.
Because if it's a girl, Laila has already named her.
He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
He turned away to give them time to pull themselves together, and waited, allowing his eyes to rest on the trim cruiser in the distance
And it was like a confirmation of their new dreams and excellent intentions that at the end of their journey their daughter sprang to her feet first and stretched her young body.
But the goddess still kept Mentor's build and voice
All right, honey - go on down. I be down directly.
...the deep and dank tan at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the 'House of Usher.'
They are the magi.
Closing LineNovel or StoryAuthor
But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me.
So call the fields to rest, and let's away - To part the glories of this happy day
God, I wish you could've been there.
I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips. I ran.
Here, I'll reach the squeezer down to you.
But we must cultivate our garden.
David Lawson continued to take short breaths and despite paroxysms of choking cried out until his voice was but a whisper: 'I...am...a...human...being.'
...a tanker, small and neat...against the blue sea, hugging the reef...to keep from wasting fuel against the stream.
'Tis
Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin' them two guys?
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
The three of us sat at a table, and it seemed as though six people were missing.
The old man was dreaming about the lions.

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