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“There’s a shortage of poems,” claimed Mitchell, gravely.

Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.

“Behave, damn you!” grunted Mr. Shandy to the golf ball as it soared through the air.  “Bloody behave!”

Burdyce Goode, Wonderful With Dogs.

“I’d like to own a shrubbery someday,” announced Allen, offering no help whatsoever.

Gareth Spence, She Braved All.

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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

…the main character of the novel, one Julius Hobbes, becomes decidedly less interesting as the reader finds out more.

Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Stories.

“Yes, Brenda, it is sometimes difficult to find sexism in every little thing.  But if you will just persist….”

Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.

Polyphony is all about pulling the liturgical burden (the text) into the waiting silence.

Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.

Harold was muttering, but I distinctly heard the following: “…pretentious artisanal sandwich crafters who ruin everything….”

Rhonda Carstairs, A Bad Case of the Whim-Whams and Other Stories.

“Passion” refers to even the mildest obsessions of consumerism (e.g., craft beers, cycling, Korean soap operas).

Trent Zaha, Skirting the Issue.

“Settling into the hedonist wallow.”  That’s how Conner thought of it.  Concerning his fellows.  And concerning himself.

Thaddeus Crewes, The Seven Long Years.