Unsupervised reading is a blessing for a certain kind of child.
– Victor LaValle, The Changeling, page 15
Version:
Kindle Edition, 448 pages
Published June 13th 2017 by Spiegel & Grau
Unsupervised reading is a blessing for a certain kind of child.
– Victor LaValle, The Changeling, page 15
Version:
Kindle Edition, 448 pages
Published June 13th 2017 by Spiegel & Grau
Finally I was passed as a novice knife-wielder, and allowed to sit down to dinner, amid general congratulations — with one exception. Murtagh shook his head dubiously.
“I still say the only good weapon for a woman is poison.”
“Perhaps,” replied Dougal, “but it has its deficiencies in face-to-face combat.”
– Diana Gabaldon, Outlander, page 349
Version:
Mass Market Paperback, Starz Tie-In Edition, 850 pages
Published July 1st 2014 by Dell
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
Serious thinking and crossing the street, he once said, shouldn’t be attempted simultaneously.
/säNGˈfrwä/
noun
Looking up from my respectfully folded hands, I caught Colum’s eye, and gave him a smile that acknowledged the sangfroid of his offspring.
– Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Always, after she had handled the snake, Dr. Drema washed her hands. Someone at the pet store had said, “You must always wash your hands after handling the snake,” plus one other indelible word: ectoparasite. Convincing!
– Carolyn Cooke, Amor and Psycho, page 30 – 31
Version:
Hardcover, 178 pages
Published August 6th 2013 by Knopf
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
The buzzing flies and screaming survivors had long since replaced the beating war-drums.
The killing field was now a tangled sprawl of corpses, human and faerie alike, interrupted only by broken wings jutting toward the gray sky or the occasional bulk of a felled horse.