Snow, tenderly caught by eddying breezes, swirled and spun in to and out of bright, lustrous shapes that gleamed against the emerald-blazoned black drape of sky and sparkled there for a moment, hanging, before settling gently on the soft, green-tufted plain with all the sickly sweetness of an over-written sentence.
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Friday, July 16, 2004
A Great Way to Start a Book
I wouldn't say this is the best opening line I've ever read, but it's goddamned close. From Steven Brust's To Reign in Hell:
Heh, great line. I'm glad to see you've started reading it.
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