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You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale.-Peeta Mellark By Suzanne Collins Birthdays Peeta Mellark Hunger Games

Originally I wanted somewhere to set my short stories about the sort of people I recognise having grown up with. Carnbeg was staring me in the face all the time, only I had somehow failed to see that. Not seeing the wood for the trees, I suppose. By Ronald Frame Originally Wanted Set Short Stories

There was something refreshingly and wildly musical to my ears in the very name of the white man's canoe, reminding me of Charlevoix and Canadian Voyageurs. The batteau is a sort of mongrel between the canoe and the boat, a fur-trader's boat. By Henry David Thoreau Voyageurs Charlevoix Canadian Reminding Canoe

Cottage is the palace of humble man! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Cottage Man Palace Humble

If our thoughts are stretching across the sea to the landing at home, and the welcome there, we shall not fight with our fellow-passengers about our cabins or places at the table. By Alexander Maclaren Home Table Thoughts Stretching Sea

Yeah, Cabin One. A big honor, the other campers had told him. Sure, if you liked sleeping in a cold tempelby yourself with Hippie Zeus frowning down at you all night. By Rick Riordan Yeah Cabin Honor Hippie Zeus

There are still too many people out there who are claustrophobic. On easyCruise, we are going to open up as many cabins as we can. By Stelios Haji-Ioannou Claustrophobic People Easycruise Open Cabins

Captain's Log......Four days have passed with no sign of human life on this island. Hunger is about to push me to the point of......Eating pocket lint.It looks edible. By Ken Akamatsu Log Captain Island Eating Days

It came as no surprise to learn of the success the Swede has recently enjoyed with his furniture. In that rotten state of his the Swede is permanently on the lookout for firewood, so it is no wonder that from time to time this might result in the odd table or chair. By Timur Vermes Swede Furniture Surprise Learn Success

A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse] By Victor Hugo Prussian Coiffed Scented Hair Waist

What's Cabin Nine?" Leo asked. "And I'm not a Vulcan!""Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything. By Rick Riordan Cabin Vulcan Spock Leo Asked

No cabin is complete without a woodburning stove or fireplace, even if that cabin is in Death Valley. Gas By Spike Carlsen Valley Death Cabin Fireplace Gas

The Haisla named this point Obela. Not so long ago, the bay was lined with longhouses and canoes, totem poles and fishing gear. The reserve was once a winter village, a place to celebrate the sacred season, when memories passed in dance and song and stories from one generation to the next with great feasts called potlatches. By Eden Robinson Obela Haisla Named Point Ago

Dear godwhat if you area cabin in the woods? By Nils-Oivind Haagensen Dear Woods Godwhat Area Cabin

Holden punched the comm system on the wall. "Well, crew, welcome aboard the gas freighter Rocinante." "What By James S.a. Corey Holden Wall Punched Comm System

pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel By Rachel Hauck Pocket Tanner Nathaniel

cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand By Susan Wiggs Cosine Wherry Hand Wooden Rowboat

I am most grateful for company this evening, even of the quiet variety. I am no great conversationalist, myself."Gray snorted. Not a conversationalist. The girl had coaxed the life story out of every sailor in this ship.She had just picked up her spoon again when Joss spoke."You do not find the voyage too tedious, Miss Turner?" Joss asked. "I regret that you are left to entertain yourself, being the sole passenger."She laid down her spoon. "Thank you, Captain, but I find sufficient activity to occupy my hands and my mind. Reading, sketching, walking the deck for fresh air and healthful exertion. I'm surprisingly content, living at sea."Gray's heart gave an odd kick. By Tessa Dare Evening Variety Gray Conversationalist Grateful

Is there anywhere else to sleep tonight ... Anywhere?' I pleaded.There's Mei's office, but you'll have to sleep on the floor I'm afraid.' Mei was one of the Ward 9D dietitians.'I'll sleep on the floor any day. I'm used to it back in the Islands,' I laughed tiredly.I settled down on the floor. The three rugs I had brought to cushion my back worked surprisingly well. It was almost more comfortable than the thin mats on the cold concrete floors of the fales in Samoa. The idea of sleeping in someone's office was the best idea I had had all year. I decided that I would keep this secret to myself. By Ta'afuli Andrew Fiu Sleep Floor Mei Tonight Office

There is a man named Ovi Niit. He runs a comfort house in the soft quarter. I mean to take it from him. By Daniel Abraham Niit Ovi Man Named Quarter

East of my bean-field, across the road, lived Cato Ingraham, slave of Duncan Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, whobuilt his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden Woods;MCato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis. Some say that he was a Guinea Negro. There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last. He too, however, occupies an equally narrow house at present. By Henry David Thoreau Ingraham Esquire Woods Uticensis Concordiensis

My parents kept a small cabin the mountains. It was a simple thing, just four walls, and very dark inside. A heavy felt curtain blotted out whatever light made it through the canopy of huge pines and down into the cabin's only window. There was a queen-size bed in there, an armchair, and a wood-burning stove. It wasn't an old cabin. I think my parents built it in the seventies from a kit. In a few spots the wood beams were branded with the word HOME-RITE. But the spirit of the place me think of simpler times, olden days, yore, or whenever it was that people rarely spoke except to say there was a store coming or the berries were poisonous or whatnot, the bare essentials. It was deadly quiet up there. You could hear your own heart beating if you listened. I loved it, or at least I thought I ought to love it - I've never been very clear on that distinction. By Ottessa Moshfegh Cabin Mountains Small Parents Thing

I'm more at home with my log cabins than I am in my house in Cherry Hill. By Muhammad Ali Hill Cherry Home Log Cabins

This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard flight ... one, from ... here to there. We'll be cruising at a height of ten feet, going up to twelve and a half feet if we see anything big. And our copilot today is a flask of coffee. By Eddie Izzard Speaking Captain Feet Flight Aboard

This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears,Built as it has been in our waning years,A rest afforded to our weary feet,Preliminary to - the last retreat. By William Cowper Mary Cabin Retreat Sight Appearsbuilt

I hate them," Enna said. "Whoever is responsible for making me sleep outside without pillows, I hate them."Mmm-hmmm ... ," Dasha said. Rin had noticed that the Tiran girl often had trouble remembering how to speak in the morning. If Finn were here," Enna continued to mumble as she rewrapped her head cloth, "he'd let me rest my head on his chest at night. Or leg. Or arm. And then he'd find whoever was responsible for the whole sleeping outside with no pillows situation and hold him while I kicked him in the shins. By Shannon Hale Enna Hate Mmmhmmm Dasha Responsible

Mystery lies over the sea. Every ship is bound for Thule. By Robert Wilson Lynd Mystery Sea Thule Lies Ship

The lonely old soul took to Bomar like a cannibal to a fat Baptist missionary.Bomar By Kurt Vonnegut Bomar Baptist Missionarybomar Lonely Soul

The only furniture in the dank space was a flimsy cot. Water dripped steadily in one corner. A hole in the floor appeared to serve as a latrine. What most caught Kendra's eye were the messages scratched on the wall. She roamed the cell, reading the crudely inscribed phrases."Seth rules!Welcome to Seth's House.Seth rocks!Seth was here. Now it's your turn.Seth Sorenson forever.Enjoy the food!If you're reading this, you can read.All roads lead to Seth.Is it still dripping?Seth haunts these halls.You're in a Turkish prison!Seth is the man!Use the meal mats as toilet paper." And so forth.Cold, hopeless, and alone, Kendra found herself giggling at the messages her brother had scrawled. He must have been so bored! By Brandon Mull Seth Cot Kendra Furniture Dank

On bottom ... Fellows studied the blue and green Mackenzie plaid kilt laid out across his bed. He'd worn it before, at Christmas at Kilmorgan, feeling strange with wool wrapping his hips, air circulating his thighs. Scotsmen had to be mad. By Jennifer Ashley Bottom Mackenzie Kilmorgan Christmas Fellows

(A WOMBAT is a Waste Of Money, Brains, And Time: the non-IT equivalent of a PEBCAK. (A PEBCAK is a Problem that Exists Between Chair And Keyboard. (You get the picture: it's parenthesized despair all the way down.))) By Charles Stross Brains Money Time Pebcak Wombat

Headquarters in the Saddle. By John Pope Saddle Headquarters

Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells. By Aldous Huxley Home Rooms Stiflingly Man Woman

Every daySame trainEmpty seatHe sitsWe talkWe miss our stop. By Kylie Scott Stop Daysame Trainempty Seathe Sitswe

This is Chanceux Chateau. Home to the formidable Prince Severin and his extraordinary wife, Princess Elle, and all that they hold dear." The By K.m. Shea Chateau Chanceux Princess Elle Prince

Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map. By Arthur Guiterman Traveler Choose Irkutsk Liverpool Trunks

Like most scavengers, Sunil knew how he appeared to the people who frequented the airport: shoeless, unclean, pathetic. By winter's end, he had defended against this imagined contempt by developing a rangy, loose-hipped stride for exclusive use on Airport Road. It was the walk of a boy on his way to school, taking his time, eating air. His trash sack was empty on this first leg of his daily route, so it could be tucked under his arm or worn over his shoulders like a superhero cape. When Sister Paulette passed by in her chauffeured white van, it could be draped over his head. Sister Paulette-Toilet was how he thought of her now. He imagined her riding down Airport Road looking for children more promising than he. By Katherine Boo Sunil Airport Shoeless Unclean Pathetic

To ask the master for a knife, or skillet, or any small convenience of the kind, would be answered with a kick, or laughed at as a joke. Whatever necessary article of this nature is found in a cabin has been purchased with Sunday money. By Solomon Northup Knife Skillet Kind Kick Joke

Baghra," Nikolai said, "how are you this evening?""Still old and blind," she snarled."And charming," Nikolai drawled. "Never forget charming.""Whelp.""Hag.""What do you want, pest? By Leigh Bardugo Nikolai Baghra Whelp Hag Evening

Solveig was higher up than me. She had a white apron. She was the cook. Sieving and singing hymns that her pastor in Sweden had taught her. Her eyes were the beautiful twinkling blue of a sleeping doll. By Edna O'brien Solveig Higher Apron Sweden Cook

Once a year the Hattifatteners collect there before setting out again on their endless foraging expedition round the world. They come from all points of the compass, silent and serious with their small, white empty faces, and why they hold this yearly meeting it is difficult to say, as they can neither hear nor speak, and have no object in life but the distant goal of their journey's end. Perhaps they like to have a place where they feel at home and can rest a little and meet friends. By Tove Jansson Hattifatteners World Year Collect Setting

Cunt and Kant and a happy home By Charles Bukowski Kant Cunt Home Happy

Passage Vero-Dodat - I started my company on this passage. It feels as much home as it can! By Christian Louboutin Verododat Passage Started Company Feels

Alison,' said Kirk. 'She's new. Hey, want a space?' He nudged out one of the empty chairs with his foot.'Space,' echoed Sanjay.'The final frontier,' said Kirk helpfully. 'Or a place to sit, whatever. You gonna join us? By R. J. Anderson Alison Kirk Space Hey Sanjay

Yugoslavian hotel: "The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid. Turn to her straightaway. By Bill Bryson Yugoslavian Hotel Chambermaid Flattening Underwear

At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father, Captain Crewe. She was thinking of the big ship, of the Lascars passing silently to and fro on it, of the children playing about on the hot deck, and of some young officers' wives who used to try to make her talk to them and laugh at the things she said. By Frances Hodgson Burnett Captain Crewe Bombay Father Moment

Post tot naufragia portus, which translates as "After so many shipwrecks, a haven. By Belinda Jones Post Portus Shipwrecks Haven Tot

Perry Johansson. By Rick Riordan Johansson Perry

The unsuspected is the daily fare of the traveler in Thibet ... By Alexandra David-Neel Thibet Unsuspected Daily Fare Traveler

On board ship there are many sources of joy of which the land knows nothing. You may flirt and dance at sixty; and if you are awkward in the turn of a valse, you may put it down to the motion of the ship. You need wear no gloves, and may drink your soda-and-brandy without being ashamed of it. By Anthony Trollope Ship Board Sources Joy Land

... where Halder and Hans usually arrived first and had something to eat, perhaps sausage with a bit of sauerkraut. By Roberto Bolano Halder Hans Eat Sauerkraut Arrived

It was a singular bedroom, with its high walls of brown volumes, but there could be no more agreeable furniture to a bookworm like myself, and there is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book. I assured him that I could desire no more charming chamber, and no more congenial surroundings. By Arthur Conan Doyle Bedroom Volumes Faint Subtle Book

room below and a bedchamber above. By Julie Klassen Room Bedchamber

Katar," said Britta, "I thought you would want to stay with your friends from home while they were here, so I had your things moved from your room in the delegates' wing." "You can have my things brought in too," said Peder, throwing himself onto the nearest bed. He sighed as he sank into the soft mattress and rolled onto his side. "Um ... I don't think boys are-" Britta began. "Don't you mind me!" Peder pulled a blanket over his head. Miri didn't know how he could even pretend to fall asleep. She could barely keep from pacing. "Don't worry, Britta," said Esa. "We'll kick him out before night. Off to your fancy apprenticeship, big brother." She nudged Peder's shape under the blanket. Peder made an exaggerated snoring noise. By Shannon Hale Katar Britta Peder Wing Things

Well, crew, welcome aboard the gas freighter _Rocinante_.''What does that name even mean?' ... 'It means we need to go find some windmills By James S.a. Corey Rocinante Crew Freighter Aboard Gas

The first mate slid, almost bonelessly, down the wall. Baltsaros shoved his softening cock almost angrily back into his pants; he felt strangely unsatisfied and frustrated. Tom looked up at the captain with wet, red eyes as Baltsaros undid the belt that was looped around him.What was it about Jon that had him so wound up? By Bey Deckard Slid Bonelessly Wall Mate Baltsaros

Boat.Toby.1pm.Shit! By C.j. Duggan

A loose tile; Poirot could not sleep in a room with such a thing. By Sophie Hannah Poirot Tile Thing Loose Sleep

A pleasantly situated hotel close to the sea, and chalets by the water's edge where one breakfasted. Clientele well-to-do, and although I count myself no snob I cannot abide paper bags and orange peel. ("Not After Midnight") By Daphne Du Maurier Sea Breakfasted Pleasantly Situated Hotel

Who are you?" he said. "And why are you shouting?""I'm your first officer, sir," said Slank. "Mr. Slank. I'm just relaying your orders to the crew.""Ah," said Pembridge."The aft binnacle has been cast off, sir," said Slank."The what?" said Pembridge."The aft binnacle," said Slank. "As you ordered.""I did?" said Pembridge, squinting suspiciously. "When?""Just now, sir," said Slank.Pembridge blinked at Slank."Who are you, again?" he said."You first officer, sir," said Slank.Pembridge blinked again."My head hurts," he said."Perhaps the captain would like to go to his cabin," said Slank."You don't tell me was to do," said Pembridge. "I'm the captain.""Yes, sir," said Slank."I'm going to my cabin," said Pembridge. By Dave Barry Sir Slank Slank Pembridge Pembridge

Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see? - Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster - tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? By Herman Melville Sabbath Circumambulate Afternoon City Dreamy

It was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our signboard. "This is a handy cove," says he at length; "and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?" My father told him no, very little company, the more was the pity. "Well, then," said he, "this is the berth for me. Here you, matey," he cried to the man who trundled the barrow; "bring up alongside and help up my chest. I'll stay here a bit," he continued. "I'm a plain man; rum By Robert Louis Stevenson Slowly Connoisseur Lingering Signboard Brought

the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical By Kristin Miller Historical Blue Lake Middle Guest

There were spaceships again in that century, an dthe ships were manned by fuzzy impossibilities that walked on two legs and sprouted tufts of hair in unlikely anatomical regions. They were a garrulous kind. They belonged to a race quite capable of admiring its own image in a mirror, and equally capable of cutting its own throat before the altar of some tribal god, such as the deity of Daily Shaving. It was a species that considered itself to be, basically, a race of divinely inspired toolmakers; any intelligent entity from Arcturus would instantly have perceived them to be, basically, a race of impassioned after-dinner speechmakers. By Walter M. Miller Jr. Race Century Regions Basically Spaceships

Lachlain and Emma: 'So you expect us to sit in this enclosed compartment the entire way in silence?''Of course not.'She clicked on the radio. By Kresley Cole Emma Lachlain Silence Not Radio

What entity aboard this ship exhibits all the personality traits of a cold-blooded killing machine, combined with the monstrous, overweening vanity and laziness of a convalescent war god lounging in their personal Valhalla while their minions prepare their armor? There's only one answer.The Persian tomcat sits underneath the alien horror, washing itself without concern. By Charles Stross Valhalla Machine Combined Monstrous Overweening

A huge fireplace and Dutch oven of fieldstone filled one wall. Over them hung a long muzzle-loading rifle, powder horn, and bullet pouch. On the mantel were candle molds, a coffee mill, an iron and trivet, and a rusty kettle. An iron cauldron, big enough to boil a missionary in, swung at the end of a long arm in the fireplace, and below it, like so many black offspring, were a cluster of small pots. A wooden butter churn held the door open, and clusters of Indian corn hung from the molding at aesthetic intervals. A colonial scythe stood in one corner, and two Boston rockers on a hooked rug faced the cold fireplace, where the unwatched pot never boiled. Paul By Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Dutch Wall Fireplace Huge Oven

When I travel, which is most of the year, I live in TripIt. By Matt Mullenweg Travel Year Tripit Live

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom. By Robert Browning Life Big Elbowroom Mortals Cross

When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture. By Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Furniture Ship Trouble Style Cabin

Made a sketch later on the cabin verandah, but it was impossible to keep up with the changes. Oh the difficulties of mountain art for too little genius. By J. E. H. Macdonald Made Verandah Sketch Cabin Impossible

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello. By Richard Siken Wagon Empty Space Backseat Station

I can resolve your perplexity,' said Fianosther. 'Your booth occupies the site of the old gibbet, and has absorbed unlucky essences. But I thought to notice you examining the manner in which the timbers of my booth are joined. You will obtain a better view from within, but first I must shorten the chain of the captive erb which roams the premises during the night.''No need,' said Cugel. 'My interest was cursory. By Jack Vance Fianosther Perplexity Resolve Booth Cugel

I love coming back into Chersonesus in the afternoon; the city is lit up by the sun beginning to set. The sound of the water rushing past the hull, and the sky is as blue as Helena's eyes.""Did I hear a woman's name? By Destin Bays Chersonesus Afternoon Set Love Coming

Akthent on thee latht thyllable. By Bret Easton Ellis Akthent Thyllable Thee Latht

Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction. By Douglas Adams Place Norway Pity Arthur Slartibartfast

Come, don't be in a fright, but put on your clothes, and I'll let you into a secret. You must know that I am Captain of this ship now, and this is my cabin, therefore you must walk out. I am bound to Madagascar, with a design of making my own fortune, and that of all the brave fellows joined with me ... if you have a mind to make one of us, we will receive you, and if you'll turn sober, and mind your business, perhaps in time I may make you one of my Lieutenants, if not, here's a boat alongside and you shall be set ashore. By Henry Every Fright Clothes Secret Put Captain

The chamber-maid had left no ******* *** under the bed: - Cannot you contrive, master, quoth Susannah, lifting up the sash with one hand, as she spoke, and helping me up into the window seat with the other, - cannot you manage, my dear, for a single time to **** *** ** *** ******? By Laurence Sterne Susannah Master Bed Contrive Quoth

...Traduttore, traditore. By Peter Manseau Traduttore Traditore

Logov sat down in the Captain's Chair and allowed himself to sink into the nice padding. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair and gave them a gentle pat of satisfaction. Feeling a set of eyes on him, he turned to see Ensign Markson shaking her head and making a tsk sound. He could tell he went a step too far and immediately removed himself from the chair. By Jason M. Brooks Chair Captain Logov Padding Sat

the stables. "My Lord," he said, sketching a bow to Britt. "A guest has just arrived at Camelot. A Royal guest - a lady!" the young boy said, looking horrified. Britt held back a groan, but couldn't stop her expression of disdain. "Inform the lady I am busy with kingly affairs and send Merlin to greet her." "Merlin already has greeted her," the page said, his eyes bulging. "She hit him with a club." "Never mind, I shall meet this curious lady myself," Britt said, brushing horse hair from her clothes. By K.m. Shea Britt Stables Lord Merlin Lady

If I were to tell this story the way history is usually written or the way each of us recalls his own past, which means recording only the most glorious moments and inventing a new continuity for them, I should omit these little details and say that our eight stout hearts drummed from morning to night in time with a single all-encompassing desire - or some such lie. But the flame that kindles desire and illuminates thought never burned for more than a few seconds at a stretch. The rest of the time we tried to remember it. Fortunately the demands of daily work, in which each of us had his vital role, reminded us that we had come aboard of our own free will, that we were indispensable to one another, and that we were on a ship - that is to say, in a temporary habitation, designed to transport us somewhere else. If anyone forgot it, someone else lost no time in reminding him. By Rene Daumal Desire Past Lie Time Story

What do you want to talk about until the flight is called?""Cold wind. Sleet. The ugly doorman at Club 39. Porridge."I burst out laughing. "You mean anything that won't give you an erection?"He smiled at me, his eyes roaming my face lovingly. "Maybe we should just stop talking altogether. And put a bag over your head. And cover your legs.""Just don't look at me.""I can still smell you.""I could move.""Dare move away from me and I'll put you over my knee, Wife.""That doesn't sound so bad. By Samantha Young Cold Called Wind Talk Flight

My God. Johannes, are you saying that you're accepting this task because I asked you?' Cabal did not reply. Instead he found a loose thread on the eiderdown and fiddled distractedly with it. Horst sat on the side of the bed, embraced his brother around the shoulders with one arm, and rubbed the top of his head with the knuckles of the other. 'Horst!' snapped Cabal. 'I am no longer eight years old!' Horst kissed him on the top of the head. 'You'll always be my little brother, Johannes, even if you look older than me now. By Jonathan L. Howard God Horst Johannes Cabal Top

How are your accommodations?" Dalinar asked. "Sir? I'm in storming prison." A smile cracked Dalinar's face. "So I see. Calm yourself, soldier. If I'd ordered you to guard a room for a week, would you have done it?" "Yes." "Then consider this your duty. Guard this room." "I'll make sure nobody unauthorized runs off with the chamber pot, sir. By Brandon Sanderson Sir Accommodations Dalinar Guard Room

This way, princess," and he ushered me inside. I plopped down into the enormous captain's chair, staring at a dashboard that looked like it belonged on the Starship Enterprise. Kes pushed a button and the engine roared into life. "I can't believe you're here," he grinned at me. "Neither can I!" His smile dimmed. "I've waited a long time for this," he said. Then he leaned across, gripping the back of my head as he kissed me thoroughly. By Jane Harvey-Berrick Princess Inside Ushered Enterprise Starship

Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia. By Laini Taylor Krumlov Bohemia Cesky Jewel Box

backseat of Kip's car after this one time he sat in something he'd rather not admit to. It By G.l. Tomas Kip Backseat Car Time Sat

Laurent said, 'What do you think of Jord?''I like him,' said Damen. 'You should be pleased with him. He was the right choice for Captain.'There was an unhurried pause. Aside from the sounds Damen made when he picked up a vambrace, the tent was quiet.'No,' said Laurent. 'You were. By C.s. Pacat Jord Damen Laurent Captain Pause

BBJ customers value long-range capability and cabin size, and this product offering enhances both. By Steven Hill Bbj Size Customers Longrange Capability

I had no idea there'd be so many Sherpas aboard!" exclaimed Miss Simpkins."I'm not a Sherpa," Nadira said. "I'm a gypsy.""Oh, my goodness!" said the chaperone. By Kenneth Oppel Simpkins Nadira Miss Sherpas Sherpa

You are very uncomfortable company, Fleet Captain', observed Station Administrator Celar, her voice bitter and sharp. 'Do you do this sort of thing everywhere you go ?''Lately it seems so', I admitted. By Ann Leckie Fleet Captain Celar Station Administrator

Kestrel saw a certain curiosity in the way they lingered. A waiting, a wondering."Deliah, what is it?""You haven't heard?""Heard what?"Deliah fussed with the hem. "The Herrani representative has arrived.""What?""He arrived this morning on horseback. He came through the pass in the nick of time.""Take this dress off.""But I'm not finished, my lady.""Off.""Just a few more--"Kestrel tugged the fabric from her shoulders. She ignored Deliah's small cry, the pricks of pins, the thin chime of them scattering onto the stone floor. Kestrel stepped out of the dress, pulled on her day clothes, and rushed out the door. By Marie Rutkoski Deliah Kestrel Heard Lingered Off

waistcoat-pocket, By Lewis Carroll Waistcoatpocket

Where the hell are you going?" says Bolan. "The trunk. Are we ... not putting her in the trunk?" "Why the fuck would we put her in the trunk?" says Mallory. "Well, that's usually where I put unconscious people," says Dord. By Robert Jackson Bennett Bolan Trunk Hell Put Mallory

She pinned him to the bulkhead with a kiss that was pure alchemy, and his hands found their way down her tunic, down to her breeches, where he unhitched her weapons belt with as much gratuitous fondling of the areas not covered by it as he could manage.She took the belt from his hands and flung it against one of the stiffened canvas walls, where it struck with a clattering racket and slid to the floor. "If there is no way, make a way, Jean Tannen. Losers don't fuck in this particular cabin."He picked her up, making a seat for her from his crossed arms, and whirled her around so that her back was against the bulkhead and her feet were dangling. He kissed her breasts through her tunic, grinning at her reaction. He stopped to put his head against her chest; felt the rapid flutter of her heart against his left cheek. By Scott Lynch Hands Belt Tunic Alchemy Breeches

I reveled in the smallness, the coziness of an upstairs bedroom in a traditional American Cape Cod house the half-floor that forces you to duck, to feel small and naive again, ready for anything, dying for love, your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke. These square, squat, awkward rooms are like a fifty-square-foot paean to teenage-hood, to ripeness, to the first and last taste of youth. By Gary Shteyngart American Cape Cod Smallness Duck

What inn is thisWhere for the nightPeculiar traveller comes?Who is the landlord?Where are the maids?Behold, what curious rooms!No ruddy fires on the hearth,No brimming tankards flow.Necromancer, landlord,Who are these below? By Emily Dickinson Behold Landlord Maids Rooms Flownecromancer

Rememberatorium), By Robert Sheckley Rememberatorium

It was to have been a quiet evening at home. Home is the Busted Flush, 52-foot barge-type houseboat, Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale. By John D. Macdonald Slip Lauderdale Flush Bahia Mar