57) It was the week following Easter in Reading and no one could remember the last sunny day.
The Big Over Easy, Jasper Fforde
I've already got like four in play, though. Time for clues.
Three of the four authors I took lines from are extremely popular and prolific. The last is a young up-and-coming author whose work I personally adore.
54) September in Pine Cove is a sigh of relief, a nightcap, a long-deserved nap.
The author has written about demons, vampires, whales, angels, zombies, giant lizards, and the Bible (well, sort of). His latest book references one of Shakespeare's most difficult plays.
63) The flotillas of the dead sailed around the world on underwater rivers.
Probably the most prolific author of the four, I can't even begin to cover what he's written. This one is about letters, though.
65) There are reasons I hate to drive fast.
The series this is taken from became a short-lived show on SciFi.
66) On the corner of 16th Street and Hieratica a factory sings and sighs.
I shouldn't have used this one, but I was reading it at that moment. It's new, as I mentioned, and somewhat obscure. But it's about a sexually transmitted city, and I recommend it most highly.
And now I need a new one, as I've finally cracked the Fforde. I kept thinking that mention of Reading rang a bell...
I'll go as far as two sentences, since the first one is completely useless.
"Mr. Bond. Good day to you, sir."
This Mr. Bond's first name is not James.