I had Random.Org select a % and it selected 24%.
Lightning sparked outside, and as it did, Mara caught a glimpse of something white fluttering in the hallway outside her bedroom. Mara pointed her flashlight at the doorway, but nothing was there. She ran to the door anyway and looked out into the hallway. At the far end, a flash of white disappeared around the corner, in the direction of Jesse’s room.
I used Random.org today and it selected page 134.
Matt’s lips quirked at the corner. For a few years, while they hunted the Dark One, that was the only smile he had ever worn. But after the Dark One fell, she had seen it less and less often as he softened and relaxed, no longer responsible for any life but his own.
The return of that smile meant he working Aelia, and Sloane was getting in the way.
Today is 15-9, my hubbies birthday, so I thought it (159) would make a nice page number!
“Great. It must be something, finally being around other people who have this condition. Maybe makes you feel less alone, less isolated?”
“All due respect, sir, but being in the hospital instead of high school is pretty isolating.”
I had Random.org select a page, it picked 174. I decided to -1 because today is September 1st, and so the page today is 173.
Motherfugger, I curse to myself as I step carefully down the servants’ stairs. It comes out unbidden, strange and filthy in my mouth. And right all the same. This is why we have cursing. I never understood what made folk do it. But now I know. All our dire feelings stain the heart, and the stains bloom into curses. I don’t know how to sort this mess. The ways I’ve tried only put me in danger.
I had Random.org select a random page number for me and it choose 152.
Mom’s waiting for me in the living room after school.
There are two giant pizza boxes on the coffee table, one of them already open.
“Vegetarian or Hawaiian?”
This isn’t a good sign. Mom only gets takeout when…
“Did something go wrong with Frank?”
“Frank who?” she asks, through a giant bit of ham and pineapple.
I had Random.org select a page number and it selected page 190.
One night, when crawling along a particularly narrow shaft in the ancient ventilation system, Echo discovered a hole through which he could see almost every corner of Ghoolion’s kitchen. The Alchemaster was preparing an elaborate meal. Echo could smell a spicy soup, grilled fish with mushroom sauce and a roast pork with crackling. There was a soufflé in the oven and a vanilla blancmange simmering on the stove.