Friday, 25 April 2008
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading."You're lower than pond scum," said my new boss, leading me through the boardroom of LF Rothschild for the first time.
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.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."
Deep within a dream, Lirael felt someone stroking her forehead.
I heard the mailman approach my door, half an hour earlier than usual.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.