Book Meme Thing
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1. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!)
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books.
One of these I'm sure there are only two people on my f-list that might possibly know what it is. At least one is painfully obvious. One of you will likely guess another one pretty quickly. Aside from those, I'm not sure that many of these are terribly well-known, but here goes:
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2. Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired little girl. Two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber. - Not guessed. It's Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier.
3. "A god cannot die," Charat Kraal said. "Therefore it can have no fear of death. So who is braver, a god or a mortal?" - Not guessed. It's Rebel Dream by Aaron Allston. Only two on my f-list might have known this and neither one of them played :(
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5. Smoking opium is an art. I look at my tray and its contents -- the pipe covered in finely worked silver, the small spirit lamp, the long blunt needle, the container of chandu, and my row of pea-size balls of the dark brown paste. - Not guessed. It's The Linnet Bird by Linda Holeman.
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7. Aaa-rooo! Aaa-rooo! Distant, yet carrying, the wolf's howl broke the late-afternoon stillness. In the depths of the forest, a young woman, as strong and supple as the sound, rose noiselessly to her feet. - Not guessed. It's Through Wolf's Eyes by Jane Lindskold
8. It was November. Although it was not yet late, the sky was dark when I turned into Laundress Passage. Father had finished for the day, switched off the shop lights and closed the shutters; but so I would not come home to darkness he had left on the light over the stairs to the flat. - Not guessed. It's The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
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10. I have always been told I was wicked. This is my story, then: full of my wickedness and my attempts at goodness, of power found, lost, and found again. - Not guessed. It's the Moonlit Cage by Linda Holeman