Okay, I will. btw, Amber is one of my favorite fantasy series, ever.
Bonham's Flying Service of Shantak, New Jersey, was socked in. The small searchlight on the tower barely pushed away the darkness of the swirling fog.
There was the sound of car tires on the wet pavement in front of Hangar 23. A car door opened, a moment later it closed. Footsteps came to the Employees Only door. It opened.
I gave a portion of paragraph 2 because I thought this one was harder. Maybe I'm wrong though.
i was leaving this one to someone else but since no one's taking a stab at it, i will...
altho i haven't read any, i think it's Martin...have seen a lot of conversation about him and have scanned a couple of books in the bookstore sooo...that's my guess, George RR Martin, but i have no idea what book.
The answer is Wild Cards: Volume I. I really liked the "Wild Cards" series, and I recommend it to any comic book fans, since it reads very much like one.
Mhoram just did one, so I will if I may. This is a favorite reread of mine, but not enough people here seem to know it:
Mass murders are usually all the more shocking because of the unexpected settings and the past character of the murderer. The Dalgonian Massacre is a case in point.
Dalgonia is a barren, rocky planet near a dying sun, bathed only in a ghostly, reddish light, whose beautiful rays create sinister shadows across the rocky crags.
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
ok, sorus is not picking up the ball here so i'm going to...
He came shambling into Judgement's Round from the Avenue of Souls, a misshapen mass of flies. Seething lumps crawled on his body in mindless migration, black and glittering and occasionally falling away in frenzied clumps that exploded into fragmented flight as they struck the cobbles.
Haha, I know that one far too well. Deadhouse Gates by Steven Erikson.
aww, Murrin!!! you didn't give these Watchers a chance, buddy!!!
don't you just LOVE that image??!!!!! i had to read it through 2 or 3 times just to make sure i was reading what i THOUGHT i was reading!!! eeeyeewwwuuuu!!!!
A mile below the lowest cloud, rock breaches water and the sea begins.
It has been given many names. Each inlet and bay and stream has been classified as if it were discrete. But it is one thing, where borders are absurd. It fills the spaces between stones and sand, curling around coastlines and filling trenches between the continents.
btw, Amber is one of my favorite fantasy series, ever. 
This is a favorite reread of mine, but not enough people here seem to know it:
