Teaser Tuesday 11/02/10

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Well, first off, per usual, my reading for the week changed a little bit.  In stead of Permanent Obscurity, Vexation, and A Year With God, I going to read this week:

The Christmas Chronicles by Tim Slover ( for review, I am also a blog tour host for this on the 26th of this month)

The 19th Element by John L. Betcher ( for review, I am also a blog tour host on 13th of December)

I am reading Permanent Obscurity by Deolores Santana -as told by Richard Perez - ( for review)

A Year With God by R. P. Nettelhorst ( for review)

So that means I have four (4) teasers this week:

God does not change. Love always motivates His actions. How we feel about what God does is up to us.
Page 51, from day 31 of A Year With God by R. P. Nettelhorst 

"Huh?"
"You are a twat," she said flatly.
"Pardon me , Missy?" I said, flashing some attitude.
Finally her whole face lit up.
And, actually, it was nice to see her laugh. Even if it was at my own expense.
Page 171 from Permanent Obscurity by Delores Santana -as told by Richard Perez-

Tuesday's discovery of a dead body washed up on the Mississippi River shore just north of Red Wing had turned the small town into a press Mecca. Television and print media crews from the Twin Cities and Rochester converged on the murder scene, each vying for the gruesome, and intention-grabbing , visuals possible.
Page 1 from The 19th Element by John L. Betcher

I could clearly hear the sound, even through the raucous wind that had suddenly kicked up. But it didn't make any sense, and I couldn't see what was making it. I had thought I was aline on that wintry mountain.
Page 3 from The Christmas Chronicles by Tim Slover