September 26, 2020

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Ready To Test Your Luck This First Line Friday? It Is 2020, Why Not? Step Inside…

It is 2020. What better time to test your luck? I mean if not now, when? Step inside and see what awaits!

First Line Friday

First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for readers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, author, or prestige. We try to hook Readers by the first line, instead?

Psst, I found this at Becky’s Book Blog. Please go check her out!

Rules:

  • Pick a book off your shelf (it could be a current read, ARC, TBR, favorite read, close your eyes and pick a book) and open to the first page.
  • Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first.

If I Didn’t Have Bad Luck…

Uncle. I give. Waving the white flag. All the surrendering. I just can’t. 2020 isn’t even a matter of bad luck. It is revelations, the Hunger Games, (murder hornets and all) and every dystopia novel (YA, Adult and otherwise) rolled into one. Is this old yet? Because seriously…

Book Store Dystopia Section


But let’s just play normal for a bit. For funsies? Some long-held bringers of bad-luck include:

  • Broken mirrors
  • Opening Umbrellas indoors
  • Shoes on tables
  • Friday the 13th
  • And of course…

 

First Line Friday 8_14

Superstitious or not, you have to admit that at some point you can get to a point where people will start to question whether or not you are a bad omen. This is especially true if you are charged with training understudies and they all, well… die? So with that… I give you this week’s First <ahem> paragraph, Friday…

Although it really isn’t completely my fault, as the structure is not conventional. This is for good reason. Just making a point, is all.


First Line(s) Friday

Dead apprentices tend to tarnish a man’s reputation after while. I’m beginning to wonder when mine will beyond repair.

Fergus was crushed by a poorly tossed saber at the Highland Games.

Abigail’s parachute didn’t open when she went sky diving.

Beatrice was an amateur mycologist and swallowed poison mushrooms.

Ramsey was run over by American tourists driving on the wrong bloody side of the road.

Nigel went to Tornto on holiday and got his skull cracked by a hockey puck.

Alice was stabbed in a spot of bother with some football hooligans.

And now Gordie, who was supposed to be my lucky number seven, choked to death on a scone this morning. It had rasiins in it, so that was bloody daft, as rainsins are ill-omened abominations and he should have known better. Regardless of their ingredients one should never eat a scone alone. Poor wee man


First Line(S) Friday Reveal

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Ink & Sigil (Ink & Sigil, #1)

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