Dark brown invades perfect white. Takes over until--nothing is replaced by everything.
Mmmm. Can't smell this morning, but can taste it before the porcelain touches my mouth. Already salivating. A ring of bubbles helps the brew meet the cup.
Lift. Tip. Silent sip--
Good morning, World.
I have read some pretty bad first sentences in my day. I've read some great ones. It has been said that Robert McCammon is the master of the opening line:
"It was hell's season, and the air smelled of burning children." from Gone SouthThen there is this one from the inemitable Virginia Woolf:
"He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters." from OrlandoHow important is the opening sentence in a book to you? Will you keep reading if it disappoints? Will you rush forward in excitement if it intrigues or delights? Will you remember it if it is particularly witty or well-turned?
Tomorrow, 'Moonlight Falls' author Vincent Zandri comes to Southern City Mysteries. Check out my first interview on this blog, and see why this book should be on your TBR list.