#ScribesAndMakers day 22: 2 lines from other books and 1 from mine
1) The solitary, steep hill called Corona Heights was black as pitch and very silent, like the heart of the unknown.
2) A dial selected music channels: jazz, jazz, classical, swing, opera, jazz — wasn't this the city? Where was the rock?
3) Tonight was a night for secrecy and going unseen. Unfortunately, those were things he’d always sucked at.
Which one is mine?