. . .shamelessly stolen from matociquala — first lines from “my” works in progress. I’ll note that my list is much shorter than hers, so if you want more tasty nuggets, hie yourself over to her LJ.
It was, Er Thom yos’Galan Clan Korval thought, an entirely unsubtle letter.
The book currently known as George:
Inside the duct, it was hot and wet — nothing new there, thought Kezzi, shifting her weight carefully.
Untitled Kate Archer short story:
When I was a kid, my grandmother had a dog.