A new first line of current book

[Pixie]

No Grown-ups.

 

Neverland by Douglas Clegg

[Pixie]

There were angels in the glass, two four six many of them, each one shuffling to his place in line like an alderman at the Lord Mayor's show.

The Solitudes by John Crowley

[Mexicola]

I was down in Surrey, on business for Lord Cromwell's office, when the summons came.

 

Dissolution - C. J. Sansom

[TheNinthWord]

Lessa woke, cold.

 

Dragonflight, Anne McCaffrey

Edited November 8, 2010 by TheNinthWord

[Charm]

Jack Trent stared into the bathroom mirror.

 

Through A Glass, Darkly by Bill Hussey

[chesilbeach]

Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them. This city I am bringing you to is vast and intricate and you have not been here before.

 

The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber

Edited November 26, 2010 by chesilbeach

[Guest Nyobe]

"Until his sister's death, Mark Nolan had treated his niece Holly with the usual offhand affection of a bachelor uncle.

 

Christmas Eve at Friday Harbor by Lisa Kleypas

[joe]

Five minutes to three in the afternoon.Exactly sixty-one hours before it happened.

 

61 Hours Lee Child

[nursenblack]

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

 

Little Women ~ Louisa May Alcott

[lauraloves]

Choosing the wrong man is a bit like winning the lottery then finding out you've lost the ticket

 

Out of the Shadows - Susan Lewis

[vinay87]

"Are we rising?"

The Mysterious Island — Jules Verne

[poppy]

One afternoon in mid march, when the green-white snowdrops had blown ragged under the tangled hawthorn hedges, the pale constellations of primroses had ceased to be a novelty, and the more robust, sun-reflecting daffodils were in their heyday, an old half-timbered Traveller van drove into the village of Great Calne.

 

- Mr Golightly's Holiday by Salley Vickers

[Kylie]

'The dangerously high level of the Stupidity Surplus was once again the lead story in The Owl that morning.'

 

First Among Sequels by Jasper Fforde

[Kidsmum]

When the fire curtain had been lowered and the doors were at last closed, Meredith thought he heard a child crying.

 

 

An Awfully Big Adventure Beryl Bainbridge.

[chesilbeach]

I don't like cages.

 

Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead

[Guest Eliza1]

Auraya stepped over a fallen log, taking care that no crinkle of crushed leaves or snapping of twigs betrayed her presence.

 

Priestess of the White - Trudi Canavan

Edited December 20, 2010 by Eliza1

[Peacefield]

"Paddington Stations feels like it should be shut."

 

PopCo by Scarlett Thomas

[chesilbeach]

Marley was dead, to begin with.

 

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

[vinay87]

The Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and so narrow that its tracery on the map gives it a likeness to a caterpillar crawling from the south to the north.

Ben Hur - Lew Wallace

[Kidsmum]

Robert worked nearly an hour after quitting time at five.

 

The Cry of the Owl by Patricia Highsmith

[funrun]

when I first came to Brisbane in the year 1911,I wrote fen to my sister Zhenya Trofimova,as I had not done durning my escape or while Survarov and I were surviving in Shanghai

 

 

The people' Train

Tom keneally

[Pixie]

Once, the mountains held within their silvered walls a forest so high and so gracefully forgotten that it rode above the troubles of the world as easily as the blinding white clouds that sometimes catch on jagged peaks and musically unfurl.

 

Swan Lake by Mark Helprin

[Himself]

SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof.

 

Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson

[Kylie]

When I walk into a bookstore, any bookstore, first thing in the morning, I'm flooded with a sense of hushed excitement.

 

The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop by Lewis Buzbee

[Cyra]

"We should start back," Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.

 

A Game of Thrones - George R.R Martin