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: January 10, 2020

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?

  • Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
  • Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
  • Finally… reveal the book!

First Lines:

Serious thinking and crossing the street, he once said, shouldn’t be attempted simultaneously.

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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: January 3, 2020

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?

  • Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
  • Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
  • Finally… reveal the book!

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.

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