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[Dana]

From my book: FREEDOM CALLING

I never considered myself as especially brave or strong of will - or even especially clever-, but since I was a child, my mama always told me to be aware of angels around me, - to listen to that little voice inside me, - she called it the voice of truth, and she claimed it came from Heaven. Some might say it is intuition, or serendipity or the hand of God, but somehow I have survived this much of my journey, and I'd like to think it is because of the latter. Now, I was no longer the one who waits; I was the one who has acted, and I needed to push on.

[Effie]

Chasing Petalouthes

Twilight cast an incandescent glow over the Saronic Gulf, as the sun slowly began to peak over the horizon. The reflection of porch lights from homes surrounding the shoreline glimmered like stardust on the water. In less than an hour, the sun would assume its full magisterial position and, as though gifted from the Gods themselves, another day would dawn on this enchanting island.

[A. J. Deschene]

From my upcoming book Land of Burning Roses:

I don’t like children. They're loud and wild, and don't ever calm down; they eat too much sugar and go on hype trains and are impossible to put to bed; they never wash their hands and pick their noses before dinner, then throw their food on the floor and feed their vegetables to their pets; they jump on the furniture, leave the bathroom a mess, and don't clean their room when they're asked to; they run around outside and come home smelling like dirt, covered with it from head to toe; they're plain indecent and unbearable, and I can't stand them.
Yet, for some reason, my sister got the brilliant idea to pawn her kid off on me the moment she got the chance.

It's a bit long, but that's three sentences.

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These are the first three sentences from my book Vampiric Love that was released 13th Aug.

I had lived many years, over four hundred in fact. This life was long and lonely and was the reason I had moved back to where my first life began and that was Saint Albans. Saint Albans was a small city in the south east of England and wasn’t far from the country’s capital London.

[Thomas]

MY newest book, The Spy Among Us, is going great. It is in paperback and as an ebook.

Tom

[Thomas]

First three sentences, A Spy Among Us.
Christie stood on the second floor balcony of the chalet overlooking the Austrian village of Ischagl. She watched Umar's car crawl up the mountain road, its wheels crunching the newly fallen snow. It was a good omen.

[Rita]

From Missing in London https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4...

"It seems even colder in London this winter, I thought, as I made my way to work beneath another grey sky. The bitter, icy wind that blows nearly every day was getting me down, creeping into my bones through my thick coat, woollen scarf and warmest jumper, chilling me to the core. I had never become accustomed to the winters – wasn’t even a big fan of the English summer, which could be lovely one day and rainy and cold the next."

[Thomas]

The youngster tossed a glance over his shoulder. The shadows of Mt. Tabor crept toward the temple. Only a few more steps and he will be in the temple. From there, he will take part in an event that will change the history of mankind.
Opening sentences of "The Third Dawn," at www.thomasjnichols.com,

[H.]

“There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots; the other, wings.”1 So wrote W. Hodding Carter, Jr., a Pulitzer Prize winning editor who indicated he was quoting an anonymous, wise woman.

Rubin, H.. Look Backward Angel: The Life of a Jewish Physician Who Took a Different Path (Kindle Locations 42-45). Kindle Edition.

[J.R.]

Blake's Rule https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...

The buckboard rocked, one wheel lifting from the ground, and the children screamed. Miriam clenched the reins, bracing her feet against the front-boards, praying the rig wouldn't tip. Sucking in a breath as the carriage righted itself, she tasted grit from the cloud of dust thrown up by the horse's pounding hooves.

[Louise]

For my just finished manuscript - Stain on the Earth. "James “Johnny” Cane topped the hill, raising his Smith sunglasses and looking down at the park revelers below. He’d dressed to blend in, wearing tan cargo shorts and a black shirt. His size drew attention. In his line of work, Johnny used that to his advantage—especially when working an asset. There were too many people gathered around the giant oak tree to make out the target, but he’d find her soon enough." - Okay so maybe more than three sentences.

[Thomas]

The wind dashed through the dark alley. The glow of the yellow streetlights muted the stark edges of the dumpsters and rubbish that floated whimsically in the crisp air. A lone figure stood patiently in the shadows and looked up at the fourth floor window.

From the serial murder story, Sweet Emily, set in the greater Dallas area. Based on a review of multiple serial murders in the USA over several years.

https://www.amazon.com/Thomas-J-Nicho...

[Pamela]

"The room was not dark, just dusky. Claire could see clearly, but what she saw around her was not at all familiar. She was in an empty bed, surrounded by dark blue curtains of thin fabric held up by four posts."

From my latest release, which came out a week ago.

A World Other Than Her Own

[Thomas]

Two men parked their sedan in the parking lot among hundreds of others who brought families to see their sons and daughters graduate from the FBI Academy. The nattily dressed men, however, didn't have a relative among the newly about-to-be sworn Special Agents. Their mission was much more ominous.

See "Voices in the Fog" at https://www.amazon.com/Thomas-J.-Nich...