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| 'Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,' grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. | |
| Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. | |
| Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. | |
| Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain. | |
| I'd never given much thought to how I would die-though I'd had reason enough to in the last few months-but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. | |
| Renowned curator Jacques Sauniere staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery. | |
| My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name, Phillip, my infant tounge could make of both names, nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. | |
| When I was little, the great mystery to me wasn't how babies were made, but why. | |
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| When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleveny-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement | |
| Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. | |
| The Healer's name was Fords Deep Waters. | |
| There was death at its beginning as there would be death again at its end. | |
| A mile above Oz, the Witch balanced on the wind's forward edge, as if she were a green fleck of the land itself, flung up and sent wheeling away by the turbulent air. | |
| If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. | |
| Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. | |
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