Every Tuesday Vicki at I'd Rather Be At the Beach hosts First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros, where we share the first paragraph or two of a book we are reading or thinking about reading soon.
Mine comes from Murder Has a Motive by Francis Duncan.
Lydia Dare was dining with a murderer.
If she was afraid there was no trace of her fear in the hazel eyes that were regarding her companion across the snowy table with its scintillating burden of silver and glassware, polished and displayed, as she knew, in her honor; nor was there any tremor of the surface of the liquid to betray a nervous unsteadiness of the slender fingers in which she held the glass she was raising to her lips.
I have to admit this opening grabbed my attention. How about you?...
Every Tuesday Vicki at I'd Rather Be At the Beach hosts First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros, where we share the first paragraph or two of a book we are reading or thinking about reading soon.
Mine comes from I Contain Multitudes: The Microbes Within Us and a Grander View of Life by Ed Yong.
The Earth is 4.54 billion years old. A span of time that big is too mind-boggling to comprehend, so let's collapse the planet's entire history into a single calendar year. Right now, as you're reading this page, it is 31st December, just before the stroke of midnight. (Thankfully, fireworks were invented nine seconds ago.) Humans have only existed for 30 minutes or fewer. The dinosaurs ruled the world until the evening of 26th December, when an asteroid hit the planet and wiped them out (except for the birds). Flowers and mammals evolved earlier in December. In November, plants invaded the land and most of the major animal...
Every Tuesday Vicki at I'd Rather Be At the Beach hosts First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros, where we share the first paragraph or two of a book we are reading or thinking about reading soon.
Mine comes from Andorra Pett and the Oort Cloud Cafe by Richard Dee.
"Is that it?"
The entrance was in partial darkness, the alleyway behind me dimly lit with flickering tubes. My heels had clicked on the floor as I passed small piles of rubbish and stained brick-effect cladding. The heels didn't really work here but I was out of my depth and struggling to catch up. Same as the clothes, my designer suit was a little out of place in this riot of grey. It was a splash of colour in a drab working world....
