I really liked this, so I had to give it a try.
Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

On more than one night he felt he was being followed as he crept down from the gundeck. Once he was certain he had heard footsteps coming from the companionway behind him, but when he doubled back nobody was there. On another occasion he was leaving the lower deck in the small hours, at the end of the middle watch, when there came the clump of sea boots down the ladder from the quarterdeck.
“Moonsoon” by Wilbur Smith

OK…your turn!

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~Alisa · February 24, 2005 at 12:43 pm

One by one she lifted them out: hammers, wrenches, a framing square, several pairs of pliers. Exquisite, heavy tools, handmade by her uncle Casimir, who’d forged wheels for mining cars during the day and worked nights in his own blacksmith shop. The wooden grips were worn smooth from use, from her father’s hands.
“Baker Towers” by Jennifer Haigh
This is great!!

Lewis Moten · February 25, 2005 at 12:18 am

We just specify what type of content is being presented by specifying the proper MIME type in the response.contenttype property. For example, if we want to view a Microsoft Word document, we can set the following value of the contenttype property: response.contenttype = “application/msword”. You can find a list of common MIME Types and file extensions in Appendix K.
“Professional Active Server Pages 2.0”, Francis, Fedorov, Harrison, Homer, Murphy, Sussman, Smith and Wood
Hmm… This doesn’t work so good for a programmer. I think this game is broken.

Angel · March 31, 2005 at 10:44 am

It had been several weeks before she had been found,despite the fact that she had been a cop and that every law enforcement officer in the state had been looking for her. But then she had gone deep into the canal. What faint tire tracks the best people in the field were able to find inicated that she had lost control of her car.
Picture Me Dead by Heather Graham

Lenaila · June 21, 2005 at 12:49 am

I would like to accept this challenge and this is what I found.
“I guess you’re right,” she said. “Till I found that out, I was pretty lonely. Then I found you.” 🙂
(Running from Safety – Richard Bach)
(An Adventure of the Spirit)

steve · June 30, 2005 at 5:05 pm

very exciting ride,and it feltat the time like something meaninful was happening.Then we crashed and realized that nothing meaningful had happened at all.It was all made up.Now all we have is a headache,and we can see that this kinda thing isn’t good,isn’t healthy and we don’t want to do it again.
M. Williamson,A Return to Love

JiggaDigga · April 7, 2006 at 1:05 am

Great reading, keep up the great posts.
Peace, JiggaDigga

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