I had random.org select a page for me today, it decided on page 172.
Generations of soothsayers had met with clients in the little lamp-lit booths that filled the five floors, to share a pot of Timbrel Tea and then read the leaves at the bottom of the cup. Some teas were good for predicting romance or happy turns of fortune; some could help foresee trouble. Others – stronger treas for stronger stomachs – opened the gateways to darker knowledge. The place was no longer licensed for fortune-telling, though Molly had heard rumours that after midnight, the current owners (spectrally pale siblings with a habit of suddenly appearing at your table) would secretly admit local seers and their customers.
I picked a random % out of my ebook and decided 56% is nice!
I watch him through the window looking over the sweets and pointing to different confections.
Tack is a good dad. It sounds like he really understand Jules for who they are and he’s thoughtful stopping off to get them a treat. It makes me melt inside knowing Tack is so kind with his kid.
The girls are out to the beach for a fun vacation… or well, more as a cover for Daisy’s aunt and uncle. Teehee, I loved that they took the girls, and their friends of Pinkerton, with them to the beach.
I flipped through the book and stopped when I thought it was right which turned out to be page 33.
I stood up, sighing, and stepped inside, while she went on to Room 1.
I got a surprise when I saw the room, for I had expected it to be the image of ours – all pale blue chintz and potted plants and fringed lamps. But this room was rather more masculine, red papered walls covered with sporting scenes and a large iron-framed bed, its sheets tumbled back restlessly.