Ranchoth’s is definitely Michael Chrichton, but I don’t have the books with me, so I couldn’t say which. I’d guess either Jurassic Park or his new one, Prey.
“The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut-tree into the middle of the road.”
“The visitor, making his wasy unobserved through the crowded main laboratory of The Hill, stepped up to within six feet of the back of a big Norwegian seated at an electono-optical bench.”
“I woke up in bed with a man and a cat.”
If it makes it any easier, I have yet to keep interest all the way through one of these.
A couple of easier ones from the sci-fi bookshelf:
“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.”
“Roscommon came and laid waste to the garden an hour after dawn, about the time I usually get out of bed and he usually passes out on the shoulder of some freeway.”
“I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one.”
And the literary wonks will probably snap this up in no time flat:
“To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.”
-Ben
“The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and made his way towards the lagoon.”
( posted by Diogenes the Cynic)
William Golding, Lord of the Flies