The somber group of men sat in a large room that rested far belowground, accessed by only a single, high-speed elevator.
In case you missed it, I really like first lines. There is such a graveness and beauty about their importance. Some readers judge a book by those first lines instead of by its cover. Imagine, a stranger picks up your novel in a bookstore, reads the first few lines, and crinkles their nose as they place it back in the shelf…what a nightmare!
Baldacci, David. Saving Faith. New York: Warner, 1999. Print.
Partly because I haven’t started reading this book yet, and partly because I love beginnings of novels, here are some words from the beginning of Stephen King’s novel The Gunslinger: The Dark Tower I. I have yet to read anything by King and I’ve been intrigued by him for a while now, so I thought it was about time to delve into his work.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Are you interested in this story? I am. Who are the man in black and the gunslinger? Why is the gunslinger chasing him? And why are they in the desert? I don’t know about you, but I’m going to go read now.
King, Stephen. The Gunslinger. New York, NY: New American Library, 1988. Print.
This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight though every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself.
~Henry David Thoreau from “Walden: Or, Life in the Woods”