May 6th, 2019

Share Your Favorite Opening Lines

Julie Glover

While every great novel I've read hasn't had a memorable first line, fabulous first lines tend to stick with me. And more than once, I've purchased a book based on a reel-me-in first line or paragraph.

Here are just a few favorite openings:

“As an interactive horror experience, with beasts from Hell, mayhem, gore, and dismemberment, it was an impressive event. As a high school prom, however, the evening was marginally less successful.” – Prom Dates from Hell, Rosemary Clement-Moore

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” – Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

“I am old now and have not much to fear from the anger of gods.” – Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis

“Digging graves is hell on a manicure, but I was taught good vampires clean up after every meal.” – Red-Headed Stepchild, Jaye Wells

"Trevor Dunham talked quite a bit about his man part just before he drowned." – The Lifeboat Clique, Kathy Parks

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." – Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

If you want some great advice on writing a winning first line, check out Laura Drake's wonderful posts on that topic here and here.

But today, we invite you to share the opening lines of your current WIP (work-in-progress) or recently finished novel in the comments! Or share a favorite from someone else. Give us the title and genre, then your opening lines. Feel free to comment on others' as well!

We'll get you started.

Jenny

The Six-Percent Baby, a memoir

My dreams died on a sunny April afternoon. There would be no baby for me. Not from this body.

Book 2 in the Rx for Love series (Thea's story)

If she didn’t have sex this year, her girly bits were gonna stage a revolt. Thea Armstrong stared at the magazine in her hands, contemplating her love life.

When did I last have sex? Oh hell. When did I last go on a date?

Definitely not this year. Her BFF almost died this year. Last year, she’d raced to finish her degree. The year before was speed dating. What a bleeding disaster.

She did a frantic mental count.

Six years? Six years since she’d kicked Mr. Oh-so-wrong Keith out of her life. Almost seven years since she’d been with a man.

Holy smokes, I’m practically re-virginized.

Fae

Fire on Roof, a speculative fiction book

What had seemed like an exceptional decision a year ago, now reeked like month-old garbage in the settlement’s incinerator hole.

Compromising Harmony, a Keep sphere book

“Behold—the unwilling virgin.” The sputtered words escaped from between Harmony MEcar’s clenched teeth. Flipping up the farview lens of her tactical helmet, she watched her laughing target emerge from the pool.

Untitled contemporary romance

The universe could not have found a worse match for her.

Julie

Prepare to Meet Your Undertaker, cozy mystery

When someone asks me to arrange a Viking funeral for them, I deliver.

You can’t just toss a corpse in a boat and light it on fire anywhere. It takes event planning, coordination with legal authorities, and knowledge of the proper disposal of dead bodies.

Thankfully, I’m an expert at making dream funerals come true.

Laura

My fave of my own work will always be The Sweet Spot:

The grief counselor told the group to be grateful for what they had left. After lots of considering, Charla Rae decided she was grateful for the bull semen.

The Road to Me, women's fiction

I was born to be a hippie. I resisted. - Jacqueline Oliver

As-yet untitled western romance

“Hon, we’ve talked about this. I can’t ride bulls forever. Why not go out on top?”

When Lacey’s brow furrows, I know the jig is up. She doesn’t expend a wrinkle for minor irritations.

Share your opening lines—or a favorite from another author below!

84 responses to “Share Your Favorite Opening Lines”

  1. Laura Drake says:

    Love yours, guys! And Jenny, I love your new title - it's perfect!

  2. lrtrovi says:

    The cloying scent of honeysuckle has reminded me of rotting flesh ever since the spring of ‘28 when I had to exhume the body of Mrs. Olivia Evelyn Pumphrey Hunt. -- Forgotten is Forgiven, WIP paranormal mystery.

  3. “Hell must be empty,” Megan Swensen murmured into her wineglass as she gazed around the Manhattan bookstore her publishing house used for their launches, “because all the demons are at this party.” The Demon Wore Stilettos, WIP

  4. Amanda H. says:

    Cold and damp beneath me. Warmth blanketing me. A sweet and earthy smell, the smell of life, in my nostrils. I inhale deeply, smile, and open my eyes--

    The Butterfly Gate, WIP

  5. pamelagibson says:

    The walls of the dower house rose before him, higher now, obscuring the stone house beyond. The sturdy wooden gate had a double lock to make sure the woman inside could not escape.
    --Scandal's Bride, releasing in July.

  6. crbwriter says:

    Y'all grabbed me! These are good. My own? Not ready yet. I'll refer back to Laura's posts. Thank you!

  7. Rich Amooi says:

    From my upcoming romantic comedy, DYING TO MEET YOU . . .
    Google told me I was forty-five times more likely to die from flesh-eating bacteria than win the lottery, so it seemed only natural for me to ignore the winning numbers on the television screen and inspect my body for abnormalities.

  8. tracybrody says:

    I have a whole list of potential first lines to kick off a story. Whether they'll ever come to fruition remains to be seen. Here's three from the list:

    1. The day Dominick Petrillo walked into Bickford’s Resale shop, Vanessa knew she had two choices—give an Oscar worthy acting performance or die.

    2. While she’s suspected it for some time, Julie Berry could tell you the day she knew for certain her husband had fallen out of love with her. If Davis had to use a tissue to pick up and dispose of her matted hair at the shower drain, the spark of love had surly been doused.

    3. Thanks to the Superman and Thor, people think that everyone born on another planet must have superpowers. If only that were true. They’d be so disappointed to learn that my so-called “superpower” is_____ (TBD)

  9. michelle Ferrer says:

    From my recent short story:

    "I learned to cook in self-defense."

  10. barbdelong says:

    Love everyone's first lines!! From a very old, old story of mine, Fooling Mommy Nature: She was the best damn up-chucker he'd ever seen. Into a plastic baggie, all neat and clean and almost silent.

  11. Sheri M says:

    The night was ripe for reiving. Cold, crisp, clear. Even the moon colluded, hanging low over the Eildon Hills like a jewel waiting to be plucked.

  12. Sheri M says:

    Argh. How do you get your own first lines wrong. Here is my the latest draft. How can you tell I'm a writer?

    The night was ripe for reiving. Cold, crisp, clear. Even the moon colluded, dangling between the Eildon Hills like a jewel waiting to be plucked.

    (Historical fiction, set on Scottish Borders c. 1500.)

  13. jdwampuscat says:

    I really like this post, and the openers. Hooks can be difficult, so good examples are great to read!

    Here's mine from my 2017 Technothriller/Comedy eConscience Beta

    It’s good to have choices. It sucks when one of them is ‘go to prison.’ It sucks worse when you start to think that might have been the better choice.

  14. These are from fantasy WIPs I'm working on.

    Rain dripping off the brim of her hat, Riparia Dellbane weighed the possibilities, but any explaining the charred corpse in the middle of a Coving street weren’t good, and the worst was the most likely. —Trust in the Forgotten, a Riparia novel (Bk1)

    ----------

    Vorthen Laust shivered in the steady rain while a dog barked at a hissing gargoyle, thunder sounded, and inside his head her voice returned.

    "You’re panicking again, Vorthen. Please, let me out. I’m not afraid of the streets in Vernathia and can help you reach the library." —Torment Surfacing, a novel set in Carrdia

    ----------

    In his hilltop home in north Arthune, Verker Rendcide stood on a bedroom chair to see out his window, the bars marring the view, the burns on his arms marring his flesh. —Stealing Light, a novel set in Pannulus

  15. radgalbraith says:

    "I wish she'd hurry up and die," Charlotte said. "I'm bored."

  16. jayjhicks says:

    Hi. Great reading here. Such fun. I’m deep in Margie’s FAB 30. Nothing like pressure to get the book done. Here’s the opening line to my first set: (a title eludes me).

    I know things children aged nine and three quarters shouldn’t have to know. Because I’m a girl, I had to stop helping Dad around the farm. Because I’m a girl, I had to start looking after the house and everybody in it.
    Because I’m a girl, I had to learn to be stuck in the house.

    Have fun WITS. Love you guys x Jay

  17. Great post Julie! Lots of fun. So many splendid first lines.

    I'll play along. Here's the first lines in my latest WIP, book 4 in the Stranje House series; Harbor for the Nightingale:

    ALL THE WORLD IS SOUND. Even if I were blind, I would still be able to see. It is as if everything hums—the trees, the air, stones, and people—especially people. They all sing songs.
    Some songs are more dangerous than others.

  18. William abbott says:

    The captain 's long tail with a tiff of fur at the end moved with the roll of the Anglish frigate H.M.S. Falcon as a wave passed under. He could hear rear pad padding from the quarter deck above. His fire paws rested at his side. He gazed out the stern Windows that ran the whole length of his day cabin at the wake the Falcon made in the shark blue Carolingian sea. (Wip)The Frigate Duel's young adult fantasy

  19. dholcomb1 says:

    Hot Chocolate. It all started on a quest to find hot chocolate sans salted caramel or pumpkin spice. ‘Tis the season for all things autumn, and the search for good, old-fashioned hot chocolate began to look futile. Tori had been to two different chain coffee shops in the past week, and the last hope was a local place recommended by her best friend Kara: Brewed for You.

    denise

  20. Michael Mock says:

    It began with voices in the darkness: distant, then closer, then closer still. He could hear them, and he should have been able to understand them; but he was drifting again, sinking back down even as they grew louder. He was vaguely aware of a hand on his shoulder, of his body rolling over, of the word that meant, "Alive." He was being moved, lifted, turned...

    Then there was only the darkness.

    • Julie Glover says:

      That's really great! But may I suggest one teeny thing? Not sure you need "It began with," because the rest of it is in deep POV, where the reader sees it all from the character's perspective.

  21. Andrea Grigg says:

    Love this post. Some fabulous first lines here for sure. Here's mine, from 'Just the Way You Are', my women's fiction/romance WIP...

    Once a year, Grace McConnell was unfaithful to her husband.

  22. These are all fascinating reads 🙂 Please finish your books so we can see how they go on!

    From my WIPS-
    Folktale-inspired: 'The first thing the earthing-kind did when they caught me was take my skin. They're superstitious like that.'

    Fantasy (1): 'Nina dreamed in colour, it was her secret.'

    Fantasy (2): 'Footbeats. Heartbeats. Always in twos.'

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  24. Deborah Lacativa says:

    "For the lucky living, the night was ripe. It was the year of the Tiger—Nixon was running scared, Ted Bundy was just getting started, and the tallest buildings in the world had opened down on Wall Street." Prophets Tango

  25. Sandy Conner says:

    "Death waited, smiling."

  26. The breath of the passengers created a layer of condensation on the windows of the plane obscuring his view of the city. ...Nicolás had an innate sense of when it was time to move on, and that time had come for him in more places than he cared to remember. Still, each move brought a certain tingle of anticipation. He craved novelty…new life…new energy. Most of all, he craved new women. first lines of THE SLEEPING SERPENT

  27. SGThomas says:

    Death irreversibly changes a person.
    I know what you’re thinking… of course it does. If someone’s dead, that’s pretty freaking irreversible. And even if zombies exist—which they don’t, by the way—the person you loved is never coming back.
    But neither is the one left behind.

  28. Ann G. says:

    I'm late to this party, but what wonderful first lines! I smiled all the way through every post. Here are the first lines to my untitled WIP, Historical Fiction set initially in Birmingham, UK, in 1880:

    "Life to me meant a growling stomach, chilblains, fighting the rats for food, and Dad beatin’ the living tar outta Mum and me, whenever he felt like it.

    We lived in a tumbledown tenement in St. Mary’s Ward, Birmingham. The walls leaked water in the rain. The floor was rotten boards, an’ we had to get water from a pump in the courtyard, us and ten other families. That was a girl’s job though, so me sisters had to do it. My job was to find food any way I could, by doin’ odd jobs or stealin’. Mum didn’t like me stealin’ but she didn’t like havin’ nothin’ to feed us either, so she took whatever I brought and didn’t ask questions."

  29. Lloydfour says:

    Aliens are stupid, The 5h Wave, Rick Yancy, sci-fi dystopia

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