I meant to post this yesterday, but as you can see that sorta-kinda-didn’t happen.

The idea just popped into my head that characters might or might not like each other based on the first things they say to each other, or hear each other say, but that isn’t what the prompt was asking (unfortunately). On YA Highway, each Wednesday (as far as I have been aware) there is a Road Trip Wednesday, or RTW. Whether or not I’ve actually answered all the ones I’ve read is a different matter. A completely different one. Here’s the prompt:

This week’s topic:

A novel’s opening is like a pick up line. If it’s good, you might take it home. If it’s bad… well. You know.

What are your favorite first lines? How do your own WIPs start?

Oh NO…. do you know what this means?! Fifty percent of the books I have read are going to be listed here! And seeing as there are currently five hundred seventy-five books on that list, it would be better if I just chose one I think. That one will be The Search for WondLa, which I still haven’t fully read (this is due, in no small part, to the fact that I’ve only read a preview on iBooks, and do not have an actual copy available at the moment, no matter how much I cry).

Eva Nine was dying. The tiny scarlet dots on her hand mirrored the glowering eyes of the snake that had just bitten her.

This line threw me for a loop and caused me to wonder what in the world the story was going to be about if the main character died immediately, and if the images I’d seen in the sketchbook of Eva Nine riding Otto were a lie. Like the pie that everyone seems to talk about on YouTube. No wait, it was a cake, not a pie. Another reason this opening got me was because A) How can a story really take place if the main character, the one the story focuses on most, is dead within the first few sentences? Luckily, the preview helped me learn that my fears were ridiculous, and that Eva is perfectly fine. That made me breathe a sigh of relief I can tell you.

As for the second part of the prompt, about giving the first line of your current WIP (Work In Progress)… Those are supposed to shift all the time right? If what I’m about to type doesn’t actually match up with what will hopefully be published in the future, don’t go getting upset.

Working title Bloody Snow:

  • He ran for his life, knowing he wouldn’t get far. His pursuers were larger, with muscles that were far more developed than his own, athlete ones.

Working title Forest Alchemy:

  • The low voice of the Huma bird joined the rest of the voices that formed the Dawn Song. Vinetti frowned slightly, Huma birds were only legends in the world the ‘twenty-sixers’ had come from.

Working title Shatterwing:

  • Bones retreated from his legs as they merged and feathers started to sprout from them. They re-emerged from his torso, just as his face finished lengthening and hardening into a fearsome beak.

Looking at those lines, I shall have to edit them. But not now, once the first drafts are finished. If they are, which I hope they will be at some point. I got a special idea for Bloody Snow. :D And the adlets shall play a big part in it. Oh yes they shall… them and those non-sparkly vampires and werewolves-who-keep-their-shirts-on. ^_^

That’s my reply to the prompt! :D