First-Line Fridays- Atoning for Ashes

Atoning for Ashes By Kaitlin Covel [image error]

Josie had always detested black. As she watched the carriage struggle up the winding drive, the familiar sense of dread seeped into her bones in a damp echo of the rain against the window pane.

Who’s in the carriage? Why does it bring such a terrible sense of dread? Watch for my full review on Monday.

I had to give you a little more than just the first sentence. As a bonus, the second sentence gives you a wonderful sense of the pictorial language of Ms. Co...