Friday, 9 March 2007
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading.Fog rose from the river, great billows of white weaving into the soot and smoke of the city of Corvere, to become the hybrid thing that the more popular newspapers called smog and the Times "miasmic fog."
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.Deep within a dream, Lirael felt someone stroking her forehead.
I heard the mailman approach my door, half an hour earlier than usual.
The rabbit had been run over minutes before.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.