This is for my friend Nila who posted the first lines of some of her favorite books.
A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct.
Dune by Frank Herbert
There is a similarity, if I may be permitted an excursion into tenuous metaphor, between the feel of a chilly breeze and the feel of a knife’s blade, as either is laid across the back of a neck.
Jhereg by Steven Brust
Bandits often lay in wait in the ruins of the old town at the four ways — Jenny Waynest thought there were three of them this morning.
Dragonsbane by Barbara Hambly
Where Shadows dim with shadows mate
in caverns deep and dark,
where old books dream of bygone days
when they were wood and bark,
where diamonds from coal are born
and no birds ever sing,
that region is the dread domain
ruled by the shadow king.
The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers
Killashandra listened as the words dropped with leaden fatality into her frozen belly.
Crystal Singer by Anne Mccaffrey