... a novel.

I am going to miss you, she said, raising her eyebrows like somebody forced to admit an error.

—Max Frisch, Montauk, p. 141 of 143. Translated by Geoffrey Skelton.

... a novel.

A white shatterline of lightning crossed from sky to earth in the west toward which they looked. They both counted their heartbeats till the thunder growled, awakened, and rolled away as though muttering to itself.

—John Crowley, The Translator, p. 189.