Yay, it's finally here!
The lovely ladies at Falling For Fiction are hosting this awesome bloghop. How cool is the name and image?!
So, for those who don't know, here's the description of the bloghop:
We all know how important the first and last lines are in every chapter. This blogfest will hopefully get your HOOKERS and HANGERS polished making it impossible for readers to put down your book and leaving them begging for more!
On July 16th, post the first sentence from each chapter.
On July 18th, post the last sentence from each chapter.
Post as many as you like!
So, today is HOOKERS. As in first lines, aka "hooks". I won't be posting every first line from my WIP chapters, but here's a few!
My nights are like this: darkened sidewalk, long lines of anxious customers, bronze and onyx and candlelight, music, music, music, and death.
I slap Nick in the head.
Life is a powerful thing—blood, breath, heartbeat—but death is stronger.
Someone is knocking on Death & Co.'s door.
I'm halfway down the street when I see something in the middle of the road.
These are the changes we experience: time, weather, and people in the Present.
"No warning? They didn't even call to let you know?" Scott's rummaging through my kitchen for a snack, a futile effort.
This is what happens: one day I'm wearing a heavy winter jacket, shivering in the icy air, snow all around me, and the next I'm sitting on the sidewalk in a light dress, enjoying the sun on my face and the breeze on my bare arms.
I run up the stairs to our apartment, passing the graffitied walls and rusty railings, and the musty smell that's stuck in every fiber of this place.
We stand there for a long time, until my tears subside and all I can hear is Leonel's heartbeat in one ear and the wind in the other.
There was this one song I wrote about two years ago, just after Nick and I moved out on our own.
The thing I never realized about wanting something so badly, needing something so much, is that when you don't have it with you it's the most painful thing you can imagine.
My room is a dark cave, carved out of magic and sadness and reluctant goodbyes.
I don't know how many everyone else is posting, but that's probably enough :) I'm excited to visit everyone else's blogs!
Can't wait for HANGERS on Wednesday!