Top Ten Tuesday – Opening Lines

It is another week, another Top Ten Tuesday… with this week 10 great Opening Lines. These aren’t necessarily my favourite lines. These are just the first 10 I came across I liked when going through my bookshelf. As always, don’t forget to drop by at That Artsy Reader Girl, who does a wonderful job hosting this.


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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

I had to start with this one, obviously.

harry potter 1

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Again, had to do it. All the obvious ones are out of the way now.

circe

When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist. 

mortdecai

When you burn an old carved and gilt picture frame it makes a muted hissing noise in the grate – a sort of genteel fooh – and the gold leaf tints the flames a wonderful peacock blue-green.

the jamie drake equation

You’re supposed to start a story at the beginning, right?

the haunting of hill house

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. 

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I am dead, but it’s not so bad. I’ve learned to live with it. I’m sorry I can’t properly introduce myself, but I don’t have a name any more. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries.

wildwood

How five crows managed to lift a twenty-pound baby boy into the air was beyond Prue, but that was certainly the least of her worries. 

the school for good and evil

Sophie had waited all her life to be kidnapped.

wyrd-sisters

This is going to be a long one, but I love it.

The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain-lashed hills. The night was as black as the inside of a cat. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel’s eye. It illuminated three hunched figures. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: ‘When shall we three meet again?’ There was a pause. Finally another voice said, in far more ordinary tones: ‘Well, I can do next Tuesday’.


Hoping you are doing well,

 

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