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Because I think it's important to have a list, because now I'm adding books to my main non-Trek book notes page and this comm won't be posted to in alphabetical order once I get to the end of the stuff that was there when I started this place (and I've already posted stuff that I've typed up since then, so this is mostly a reference for me, but since it might be useful to you for some reason I'm making it public).

Anyhow, here it is:

1 - 25 )


26 - 50 )


50 - 75 )


0076. Helen Kim - The Long Season of Rain
0077. Rudyard Kipling - The Jungle Book
0078. Jonathan Kirsch - God Against the Gods
0079. E. L. Koingsburg - The View from Saturday
0080. Michael Korenbilt and Kathleen Janger - Until We Meet Again
0081. Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins - Left Behind #2: Tribulation Force
0082. Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins - Left Behind #4: Soul Harvest
0083. Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins - Left Behind #5: Apollyon
0084. Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins - Left Behind #6: Assassins
0085. Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins - Left Behind #7: The Indwelling
0086. Louise Lawrence - Dream-Weaver
0087. Gail Carson Levine - The Two Princesses of Bamarre
0088. Elizabeth Foreman Lewis - Ho-Ming: Girl of New China
0089. Elizabeth Foreman Lewis - Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze
0090. Mary Logue - Dancing With an Alien
0091. Lois Lowry - Gathering Blue
0092. James Luceno - Star Wars: Labyrinth of Evil
0093. Gregory Maguire - I Feel Like the Morning Star
0094. Anne McCaffrey - Pern: Dragonflight
0095. Anne McCaffrey - Pern: Dragonquest
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Dragonriders of PernDragonquest
by Anne McCaffrey

p.38 Gratitude is an ill-fitting tunic that can chafe and smell if worn too long.

p.54 "But why? Give me one good reason why."
     "Give me one good reason why not!"

p.122 "Ah, but a man can sleep anytime. A laugh restores the soul."

p.140 I saw a demonstration of the device today and we're going to rig one for the Lord Holders at Telgar's wedding..."
     "And the Threads will wait for that?"
     F'lar snorted. "They may be the lesser evil, frankly. The Threads prove to be more flexible in their ways than the Oldtimers and less trouble than the Lord Holders."

p.167-168 "We're ready, sirs," Robinton announced and, giving a curt bow of his head to the other riders, turned on his heel to follow N'ton.
     "I've half a mind--" the green rider began.
     "Obviously," Robinton cut in, his voice as cold as between and as menacing as Thread. "Brudegan, Tategarl, ride with him. Sebell, Talmor, on the blue."

p.239 "Then all all that dark stuff is land?" Lord Oterel had difficulty not being impressed. and discouraged, Lessa thought. Tillek's Lord Holder must have been hoping to press the extermination of Thread on the Red Star.
     "Of that we are not sure," replied Wansor with no lessening of the authority in his manner. Less approved more and more of Wansor. A man ought not be afraid to say he didn't know. Or a woman.

p.269 He smoothed her hair back from her forehead as if such an action were the most important occupation in the world.
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Dragonriders of PernDragonflight
by Anne McCaffrey

p.12 Fax sternly gestured to a blue-gowned woman, her hair white-streaked, her face lined with disappointments and bitterness, her body swollen with pregnancy. She advanced awkwardly, stopping several feet from her lord. From her attitude, F'lar deduced that she came no closer to Fax than was absolutely necessary.

p.30 They had been built outside the cliff of Ruatha by Fax's first Warder, a subtler man than all eight of his successors. He had achieved more than all the others, and Lessa had honestly regretted the necessity of his death. But he would have made her revenge impossible. He would have found her out before she had learned how to camouflage herself and her little interferences. What had his name been? she could not recall. Well, she regretted his death.

p.73 "You wash up...pretty, yes, almost pretty," he allowed with such amused condescension in his voice that she pulled roughly away from him, piqued. His low laugh mocked her. "How could one guess, after all, what was under the grime of...ten full Turns, I would say? Yes, you are certainly pretty enough to placate F'nor."
     Thoroughly antagonized by his attitude, she asked in icy tones, "And F'nor must be placated at all costs?"
     He stood grinning at her till she had to clench her fists at her sides to keep from beating that grin off his face.
     At length, he said, "No matter, we must eat, and I shall require your services." At her startled exclamation, he turned, grinning maliciously now as his movement revealed the caked blood on his left sleeve. "The least you can do is bathe wounds honorably received in fighting your battle."

p.75 Ashamed of her unbased fright and furious that he had witnessed it, Lessa sat rebelliously down on the fur-covered wall seat, heartily wishing him a variety of serious and painful injuries that she could dress with inconsiderate hands. She would not waste further opportunities.

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I Feel Like the Morning Star
by Gregory Maguire

p.106 "Jesus Buddha Krishna Christ." --Mart

p.254 "I feel, I feel, I feel... I feel like the morning star"

p.185 She pulled his head to her side as if it were a bottle whose stubborn lid she was trying to loosen.

p.190 So they fell silent and listened to the story of God's love affair with Himself, giving Himself more and more elaborate presents and seeing that it was good. Mart thought the story showed God to be lacking in a certain amount of native intelligence. If he couldn't see the grand finale--the creation of man and woman--was less than good, was in fact disastrous--"And God looked at what He saw and realized He had made a serious mistake"--then He probably deserved the turning away from him that the Jews and Gentiles persisted in doing throughout the millennia. A child eventually gets a sour taste in the mouth when the failings of the parents become evident."

p.203-204 Mart winked. It went like a thunderclap across Sorb's thoughts. Mart's lashes lowered with colossal intention, shielding acre by acre the vast taut shimmering dome of storm-gray iris, crashing and meshing with the windscreen of the lower lashes, and then coming to an interminable midpoint of lockout (when the sun and stars and moon and any other heavenly bodies up there had fallen due to lack of human adoration and human longing, for when the sky has been forgotten and orbits lose their elastic strength and the whole mesmorama slips its gears) but like the first wave in the first ocean, the top lashes stirred and lifted and the globe of power reasserted itself, the streaks and trails of dawn dust in the revealed iris shocking him, the screws and grommets of the muscles at either end of the eye's bulge wrinkling clockwise and back again, and finally Sorb was naked as a fish before the eye of a whale, about to be eaten, digested, and eliminated without the consciousness of the whale so much as flinching.

NAMES: Nazira, Afshar, Mbulu, Vavilys, Sorb, Mart, Ella, Mazerius
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Star Wars: Labyrinth of Evil
by James Luceno

p.22 In peaceful times Anakin might have been able to bridle his rage, but now he relied on it to drive him forward, to transform him into the person he needed to be."

p.49-50 Bail motioned to the identichip he had already slotted in the scanner. "It’s all there, Sergeant. I’m a member in good standing of the Republic Senate."
     The helmeted noncom glanced at the display screen, then looked down at Bail. "So it says. But I’m still going to need to see further identification."
     Bail sighed in exasperation and fished into the breast pocket of his brocaded tunic for his credit chip.
     The new Coruscant, he thought.
     Faceless, blaster-wielding soldiers on the shuttle landing platforms, in the plazas, arrayed in front of banks, hotels, theaters, wherever beings gathered or mingled. Scanning the crowds, stopping anyone who fir the current possible terrorist profile, conducting searches of individuals, belongings, residences. Not on a whim, because the cloned troopers didn’t operate like that. They answered merely to their training, and the duties they performed were for the good of the Republic.
     One heard rumors about antiwar demonstrations being put down by force; of disappearances and seizures of private property. Proof of such abuses of power rarely surfaced, and was quickly discredited.
     The omnipresence of the soldiers seemed to bother Bail more than it did his few friends on Courscant or his peers in the Senate. He had tried to attribute his agitation to the fact that he hailed from pacific Alderaan, but that explained only some of it. What bothered him most was the ease with which the majority of Courscanti had acclimated to the changes. Their willingness--almost an eagerness--to surrender personal freedoms in the name of security. And a false security, at that. For while Coruscant seemed far from the war, it was also at the center of it.

p.51 Before the war, widespread corruption had stifled the legislative process. Bills languished, measures sat for years without being addressed, votes were protested and subjected to endless recounts...But one effect of the war had been to replace corruption and inertia with dereliction of duty. Reasoned discourse and debate had become so rare as to be archaic. In a political climate where representatives were afraid to speak their minds, it was easier--and thought to be safer--to cede power to those who least appeared to have some grasp of the truth.

96 "In their eagerness to perfect me, I’m afraid they’ll wipe my memory!" the droid said.
     "Would that be such a bad thing," Anakin said, "after what you claim to have been through?"
     "How can I be expected to learn from my mistakes if I can no longer remember them?"

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Gathering Blue
by Lois Lowry

p.85 Kira closed her eyes, thought, and said them aloud. "Madder for red. Bedstraw for red too, just the roots. Tops of tansy for yellow, and greenwood for yellow too. And yarrow: yellow and gold. Dark hollyhocks, just the petals for mauve."
     "Snotweed," Matt said loudly with a grin and wiped his own runny nose on his dirty sleeve.
     "Hush, you," Kira said to him, laughing. "Don't play foolish now. It's important I remember.
     "Broom sedge," she added, still remembering. "Goldy yellows and browns. And Saint Johnswort for browns too, but it'll stain my hands.
     And bronze fennel--leaves and flowers; use them fresh--and you can eat it too. Chamomile for tea and for green hues."
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Dancing With An Alien
by Mary Logue

p.32 I had taken senior lifesaving and I knew the motto: "Reach, throw, row, go." There was nothing to reach this guy with, nothing to throw from the raft, no boat available to row out to him. So I was going. I hoped I could find him.

   I did the lifesaver's jump into the water. It's like a modified belly flop so your head doesn't go below water and you can keep your eyes on the spot the person went down.

p.77 There is never much doubt in Beatrice's life. She is very certain about what she believes in. She stopped going to church with her parents when she was nine. She told the pastor she didn't believe in a male god. She refused to say the pledge of allegiance in sixth grade, said it infringed on her civil rights.

p.97 I lay on my bed and listened to my heart beat. If you put your hand on your neck, it sounds like your heart is in your head. I decided my heart was in my head. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was simply feeling.
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Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze
by Elizabeth Foreman Lewis

"In the four seas all men are brothers." --Confucius

"Shi chi deh hua" -- Chinese -- "extremely queer"

"kuai lai" -- Chinese -- "come quickly"

p.115 "The fool always expends effort to make his superior seem less than himself." --Old Tsu

"The shallow teapot does the most spouting!" --Fu Be Be

NAMES: Beh, Hsui, Hsu, T'sen, Feng, Tang, Yu-hsu, Dsong, Dong
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Ho-ming: Girl of New China
by Elizabeth Foreman Lewis

"Ih, er, san, si, wu, luh, chi, bah, diju, shi" -- numbers 1-10 in Chinese

p.17 Well, the roof above her was tilted and each corner turned upward that demons bent on mischief might find no footing thereon.

hsien = country

"I have the fidelity of the dog and I am treated like one."

"C'heo si la!" Chinese: "Ugly unto death!"

NAMES: Lao Po-po, Ho-ming, sng, Mei-li, Li, Shui-niu, Je-je
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The Two Princesses of Bamarre
by Gail Carson Levine

p.20 People wealthy enough to own marble put a slab of it outdoors in hopes of witnessing a birth. Father always did so, although we'd never been lucky.
     When a birth occurred, the lightning and marble begot a flame that grew and outfolded as might a quick-blooming rose. Within the flame would be a sorcerer--full grown, still growing, his nakedness covered by a shimmering cocoon.
     He would look about him for a moment. Then he would look inward and learn what he was. In a burst of joy he would rocket into the sky, into the storm, showering sparks. The speed of flight would burn off the cocoon, but a sparkle of the flame that gave him life would burn on his chest, sustaining him until death.

p.20-21 Life Span: Sorcerers need only air to live. They may eat or drink for pleasure, but they need not. They are incapable of sleep. Although they never take ill, they may die in many other ways as humans can, by accident or by design or in a war. If they do not meet without disaster, however, then at the end of five hundred years the spark is extinguished, and they die.
     During their first two hundred years they are apprentices, and they live out in the world. At the end of that time, they are journey men and retreat to their citadel, which they rarely leave again.
Appearance: Their most distinguishing feature is their white eyelashes. All sorcerers, male or female, young or old, have dark, wavy hair. The species runs to tallness: The average height of a female is five feet and ten inches; the average height of a male is six feet and two inches. All have long, tapering fingers and long, graceful necks. The faces are individual, with as much variety of feature as is seen in humankind. Immature sorcerers have the opened, unlined faces of youth.
Disposition and relations with humans: Sorcerers are neither universally good or universally bad. They have been heroes and villains, but most sorcerers, like most humans, are a blend of good and bad qualities.
     Although most are indifferent to humans, some of the young go through a phase of intense interest that always terminates at the end of their apprenticeship. A few marriages between sorcerers and humans have occurred, and children have been born of such unions.

p.?? molly herb: pain reliever, just eat the flower

93 Step follows step.
     Hope follows courage.
     Set your face toward danger.
     Set your heart on victory.
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by Louise Lawrence

p.54 "What's religion?" asked Eth. "What's worship? What's god? I don't understand the words, Cable."
     Cable tried to explain the sense of the numinous and the almighty power of creation. On Arboth it was acknowledged in the universe itself, in the natural landscapes and the for essential elements, in the wind and the weather and the light of the Roth Star, in plants and animals and people. But on Malroth, people believed that all things came from El-Tesh. His words and wishes, interpreted by priests, became laws that no one could question, and rituals were devised to praise and placate him. This was called worship, said Cable, and anyone who questioned the dictates of the priests, who worshipped in a different way or refused to believe El-Tesh ever existed either as a god or as an entity apart from his image, were persecuted--imprisoned, sacrificed, or slaughtered. On Malroth, in the name of El-Tesh, the priests had assumed power over everyone else. Extracted payment from people for their prayers or intercession, anointed kings who had ruled the population on their behalf and gathered armies to quell rebellions, employed scholars to study science and invent new weapons for killing. And women were considered inferior to men because they lacked male genitalia and were not created in the image of El-Tesh. They had no power, no voice, no rights, no social status. And so, unopposed and with the blessings of El-Tesh, men were free to commit all manner of atrocities. They built machines to harness and subjugate the forces of nature, and finally they destroyed themselves and the planet.

p.61 In all there were seven etheric planes, Nemony told her. The physical plane was the lowest, between the so-called living and the so-called dead. Eth could not visit the higher planes, but she could not stay there and waking usually erased the memory, reduced to fragments she experienced there, dreamlike snatches and rainbow hues and gold light shining in an unremembered world, ethereal voices fading from her head. She was not a medium, as most dream-weavers were. No higher being guided her or chose her as an oracle, took over her body whenever she vacated it and used her vocal cords to speak. Once trained she would be like Nemony, an ordinary dream-weaver with no special skills.

NAMES: Sorren, Meera, Kanderin, Eth, Nemony, Yordan, Zella, Malroth, Liadd, Zuke
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Left Behind #7: The Indwelling
by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins

p.46 "I'm sorry?"
     "Is this David Hayseed?"
     "This is Director Hassid, yes."
     "Do you know who this is?"
     "Yes! It sounds like Minister Blood. Haven't talked to you in ages. Good to hear from you again--"
     "That's Blod, and did I or did I not tell you to get over here?"
     "Is this multiple choice? I believe you did."
     "Then why are you not here?"
     "Let me guess. Because I'm here?"
     "Agh! Listen here, you! Get over here this instant or--"
     "Or what? You're going to tell my mom? I don't recall being subordinate to you, sir. Now if you have something you need me to procure for you, and you have clearance from the Supreme Commander--"
     "A purchasing agent is not subordinate to a cabinet minister? Are you from Mars?"
     "Actually Israel, sir."
     "Would you stop calling me sir?"
     "I thought you called me, sir."
     "I mean quit calling me that!"
     "What? Sir? I'm sorry, I thought you were male."
     "You stay right where you are, Director. I'll be right over."
     "That wasn't so hard, was it, Guy? I mean, it's you who wants to talk with me, not the other way around."

p.277 "And how did you come to faith, sir?"
     "Nothing dramatic, I'm afraid. I have always been religious, but Rayford and Mac and Abdullah all urged me to at least consider the writings of Dr. Ben-Judah. Finally I did. You know what reached me? His assessment of the difference between religion and Christianity."
     "I know it well," Buck said, "if you're referring to his contention is man's attempt to reach God, while Jesus is God's attempt to reach man."

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