|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard:
I need long ago, before your father was born across the Black Water,
Macumazahn, no longer work for a reward--unless it be from the hand of
one of the House of Senzangakona--and therefore, as you may guess, work
Then he clapped his hands, and a servant appeared from somewhere behind
the hut, one of those fierce-looking men who had stopped us at the gate.
He saluted the dwarf and stood before him in silence and with bowed
"Make two fires," said Zikali, "and give me my medicine."
The man fetched wood, which he built into two little piles in front of
Zikali. These piles he fired with a brand brought from behind the hut.
Child of Storm
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac:
whole fortune; and that such a challenge is setting Tantalus down to a
banquet which he will devour."
This defiant roll of consonants was the only reply to the Colonel's
declaration, as Martial looked him from head to foot before turning
The fashion of the time required men to wear at a ball white
kerseymere breeches and silk stockings. This pretty costume showed to
great advantage the perfection of Montcornet's fine shape. He was
five-and-thirty, and attracted attention by his stalwart height,
insisted on for the Cuirassiers of the Imperial Guard whose handsome
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
"We want Nellie to see him," whispered Heckewelder. "We think the surprise
will do her good."
"I trust it may," said Mr. Wells.
"Leave it to me."
They followed Heckewelder into an adjoining room. A torch flickered over the
rude mantle-shelf, lighting up the room with fitful flare. It was a warm
night, and the soft breeze coming in the window alternately paled and
brightened the flame.
Jim saw Nell lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed, and her long, dark lashes
seemed black against the marble paleness of her skin.
The Spirit of the Border