“Nineteen years, three months, and one week before I found Seivarden in the snow, I was a troop carrier orbiting the planet Shis’urna.”
I just love this line from Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie — it really should have been the opening sentence of the novel, I think, rather than sitting at the start of chapter two. For the record, the first sentence of the book is this: “The body lay naked and facedown, a deathly gray, spatters of blood staining the snow around it.” Not quite the same impact, right?
I cracked open Patrick Ness’s The Knife of Never Letting Go last night, to a wonderful first line:
The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don’t got nothing much to say. About anything.
Mortal Engines, Philip Reeve
I am so thoroughly impressed with this novel (though I confess I am only two chapters into it) – there is no way it can go wrong, with an opening sentence like this:
It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.