''Miri's husband was shouting in his sleep, not words that she could recognize but simple, blurting fanfares of distress. When, at last, she lit a lamp to discover what was tormenting him, she saw his tongue was black -- scorched and sooty.'' From JIM CRACE's novel Quarantine (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, $23), winner of Britain's Whitbread Prize
''Each day was hotter than the last, and I soaked up the November sunshine like a lizard.'' From Terra Incognita (Random House, $25), SARA WHEELER's Antarctica travel journal
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