I let random.org select a page and it decided on page 110.
If he got off the unicorn, he’d be lost in the jungle. Alone! At least he knew exactly where he was – he was on a unicorn! And although this terrifying fire-breathing unicorn wasn’t the best company, sometimes you’ve just got to take what you can get, don’t you? And sometimes that will mean hanging out with an awful mythical beast.
I let Random.org select a page # and it went for 131.
Darkness enveloped the sky by the time I wearily pushed open my front door. Tranquil piano nocturnes lilted through the house, the sound track of my parents’ ritual on nights they didn’t patrol the mountain. Chopin in the air, a glass of wine in my mother’s hand or a tumbler of whiskey in my father’s. Tonight my father would be nestled in his leather chair while my mother roamed the forest near Haldis.
I let Random.org select a % and it choose 41%.
She nods her head, and I walk away from her. I force myself not to text her or go to her room, and I thought staying celibate for this contract assignment would be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It turns out, walking away from her has to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I had Random.org select a page and it selected page 184.
Something lunges from our right, cutting Sinclair and me off from the rest of the group: a saint whose mournful eyes are directed toward the ceiling as he nears. What looks like real blood drips from perfectly rounded stone holes in the centers of his palms and feet, pooling on the marble floor as he moves silently toward us. Slowly, his eyes lower and focus on me, and his hands reach forward clawing the air.
I picked today’s TT out myself. 🙂 I just flipped through it and stopped at page 165 (and a bit of 166).
An hour later, it was time for lunch. Nobody had really won British Tortoise – Benny had wandered off the playground towards the patchy grass side area, in search of… patchy grass, basically.. which meant the kids’ team had to follow him there. Then Bjornita had been frightened by all the noise and just retreated into her shell, which meant the teachers had to curl up into little balls with their hands over their hands at the other end of the playground.
I had Random.org select a page and it decided on page 105.
They finished the washing-up and after that there was nothing for Kit to do but go up to bed. She cleaned her teeth and put on her pyjamas, but she didn’t think there was much chance she would actually sleep. All she could think about was the costumes. Would they come to life again?
Time was edging relentlessly closer to midnight.
No more than two or three drops fell, but they hit him directly on the head. And that was when I knew, without any doubt at all, that I was right. Vladimir screamed and leapt out of his chair. The book tumbled to the floor. As Nathalie rushed across from the kitchen, he stood there, one hand pressed against his face. It was as if he was being burned alive. I couldn’t believe that a minuscule amount of water could have such an effect. But of course, this wasn’t ordinary water. And this wasn’t an ordinary man.