I gave the pages a quick skim and then recalled some of my favorite last lines, none of which made the list:
Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.
--Willa Cather, My Ántonia
When at last he turned away, hastening for fear he should be late, there in the sky before him a bank of cloud lay brightly, bearing the shape of battlements.
--A.J. Cronin, The Citadel
Her eyes were closed, and a grin was slowly forming at the corners of her mouth.
--John Grisham, A Painted House
And wherever the mist settled, its radiance sparked and then faded, and the land turned to living green.
--Laura Kinsale, Uncertain Magic
What are some of your favorite last lines?