Friday, 6 March 2009
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading.He came shambling into Judgment's Round from the Avenue of Souls, a misshapen mass of flies.
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.
The news of Anders Eckman's death came by way of Aerogram, a piece of bright blue airmail paper that served as both the stationery and, when folded over and sealed along the edges, the envelope.
Tika Waylan straightened her back with a sigh, flexing her shoulders to ease her cramped muscles.
The trees were tall, but I was taller, standing above them on a steep mountain slope in northern California.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.