I have been attracted to first sentences for many years now. I love best the ones which contain not only the beginning of the story but its heart and ending also. Today, I offer you a few of my favourites.
He was a child of the horned moon. - The Sorceress & The Cygnet, Patricia McKillip.
My father took one hundred and thirty two minutes to die. - On the Jellicoe Road, Melina Marchetta.
The people in this book might be going to have lived a long, long time from now in Northern California. - Always Coming Home, Ursula le Guin.
The old south land lies across the world like an open hand, hollowed a little at the palm. - The Song of Wirrun, Patricia Wrightson.
Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy. - The House of the Spirits, Isabel Allende.
Mabel had known there would be silence. - The Snow Child, Eowyn Ivey.
I am currently working on a story, slow and careful, waiting for it to resolve out of words into certainty. This is its first sentence -
The night is singing, here in forgotten lands.