The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
Stephen KingTags: opening-line-of-the-novel
Randy stared into the glass he held in his hand, gazing into its cobra eyes. A double shot of thirty-year-old single malt whisky. You can’t be an alcoholic when you only drink top shelf. Right?
Ted MagnusonTags: opening-line-of-the-novel
On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilometres of cobblestones running straight as a die across the bare plain between fields of beet.
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When my cousin Anil-da started telling us what he’d heard at the market about the groom’s family, at my aunt Moina-pehi’s wedding in January 2002, his eyes shone like inky marbles reflecting sunlight.
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