Opening Lines

Today’s Opening Line:

Some hours before dawn Henry Perowne, a neurosurgeon, wakes to find himself already in motion, pushing back the covers from a sitting position, and then rising to his feet.

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Opening Lines

Today’s Opening Line:

I have lost count of the days that have passed since I fled the horrors of Vasco Miranda’s mad fortress in the Andalusian mountain-village of Benengeli; ran from death under cover of darkness and left a message nailed to the door.

Opening Lines

Today’s Opening Line:

In those days the Majestic was still standing in Kilnalough at the very end of a slim peninsula covered with dead pines leaning here and there at odd angles.

Opening Lines

Welcome to a new feature here at 1001 Books blog, the Opening Lines.
It is exactly as it sounds, the opening lines from a 1001 Book, only we won’t be telling you which novel, novella or short story it comes from.

If you think you know*, just leave a comment and we’ll let you know if you are right.

Here is our very first Opening Line,

On a spring afternoon in 19-, the year in which for months on end so grave a threat seemed to hang over the peace of Europe, Gustav Aschenbach, or von Aschenbach as he had been officially known since his fiftieth birthday, had set out from his apartment on the Prinzregentenstrasse in Munich to take a walk of some length by himself.


* no Googling if you’re planning to leave a guess.  😉