First Lines
Jul. 3rd, 2009 03:20 pmThis meme has been making the rounds on my reading page, lately seen on ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
matociquala, catvalente, and seanan_mcguire. I thought this was a good excuse to tour my documents of works that can technically be deemed "in progress." The results are mildly embarrassing!
Long fiction.
"The brutality of our predecessors - soon to be our ancestors as the wheel turns - always came with a great price." - The Book of Aqualis.
"Imagine a house." - Elsebeing.
"The blood would never wash away." - Godkiller.
"My name is Hanayoru." - Passion.
"I finally rose from the valley of Death, because I was called." - Reascension.
Short fiction.
"Once upon a time, there was a weaver girl." - "A Bridge of Wings."
"The birdmaker lived in a glass aerie near the sea, and she lived all alone." - "Birdmaker."
"She was the gatekeeper to sanctuary. No one had yet passed her alive; well, some had." - "Burier."
"Marion opened the heavy door onto a cold November night." - "Child of Midnight."
"There was once a man who couldn’t walk about in any skin but the one he had." - "Coyote Skins."
"Mother of... Carin could think of no suitable epithet as she stared upon the heart of Eronleigh, the city of Close-Blooming Flowers." - "Heartwood."
"Do you know what it is to crave violence against yourself?" - "Stillness of the Soul."
"He said we would be superheroes." - "Superheroes."
"The Ladies Tea and Illuminated Mapmaking Society did not actually succeed in taking tea each time they assembled, nor indeed did they ever sell any significant number of the maps their members were presumably so respected for rendering and illuminating." -Untitled Ladies Tea and Illuminated Mapmaking Society story.
"With her throat cut, she found it difficult to speak; she managed." - Untitled urban minotaur story.
"She dragged herself from the receding sea, pearlescent nails scrabbling for purchase against the scree of the shore." - "Wages."
"The dancer dances, and she dances all alone." - "When Death Dances."
What this says to me is that I need to finish some stories. Egad.
P.S. Can anyone else tell how deeply Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn is worked into my consciousness from a couple of these?
matociquala, catvalente, and seanan_mcguire. I thought this was a good excuse to tour my documents of works that can technically be deemed "in progress." The results are mildly embarrassing! Long fiction.
"The brutality of our predecessors - soon to be our ancestors as the wheel turns - always came with a great price." - The Book of Aqualis.
"Imagine a house." - Elsebeing.
"The blood would never wash away." - Godkiller.
"My name is Hanayoru." - Passion.
"I finally rose from the valley of Death, because I was called." - Reascension.
Short fiction.
"Once upon a time, there was a weaver girl." - "A Bridge of Wings."
"The birdmaker lived in a glass aerie near the sea, and she lived all alone." - "Birdmaker."
"She was the gatekeeper to sanctuary. No one had yet passed her alive; well, some had." - "Burier."
"Marion opened the heavy door onto a cold November night." - "Child of Midnight."
"There was once a man who couldn’t walk about in any skin but the one he had." - "Coyote Skins."
"Mother of... Carin could think of no suitable epithet as she stared upon the heart of Eronleigh, the city of Close-Blooming Flowers." - "Heartwood."
"Do you know what it is to crave violence against yourself?" - "Stillness of the Soul."
"He said we would be superheroes." - "Superheroes."
"The Ladies Tea and Illuminated Mapmaking Society did not actually succeed in taking tea each time they assembled, nor indeed did they ever sell any significant number of the maps their members were presumably so respected for rendering and illuminating." -Untitled Ladies Tea and Illuminated Mapmaking Society story.
"With her throat cut, she found it difficult to speak; she managed." - Untitled urban minotaur story.
"She dragged herself from the receding sea, pearlescent nails scrabbling for purchase against the scree of the shore." - "Wages."
"The dancer dances, and she dances all alone." - "When Death Dances."
What this says to me is that I need to finish some stories. Egad.
P.S. Can anyone else tell how deeply Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn is worked into my consciousness from a couple of these?
