#OpeningSentence

The fat-sailed high-prowed Taryam’ajak of Antai bit salt swells, singing of rigging and canvas strained by pressure, bound for home across the wide blue desert of the Lan’ai.

— Steelflower at Sea (The Steelflower Chronicles) de Lilith Saintcrow

I woke from a fuzzy trance with my mead-filled head ringing and four Hain Guards seeking to separate said head from my shoulders.

— Steelflower de Lilith Saintcrow (The Steelflower Chronicles, #1)

Nobody ever believed murders “just happened” around Mallory Viridian.

— Station Eternity de Mur Lafferty (The Midsolar Murders, #1)

This is going to be a bad job.

— David Mogo de Suyi Davies Okungbowa

The walls of the estate emerged from the morning fog before me, long and dark and rounded like the skin of some beached sea creature.

— The Tainted Cup de Robert Jackson Bennett (Shadow of the Leviathan, #1)

In the early sun-swept hours of the morning, when purples and pinks smeared across the sky like blood, Firuz-e Jafari looked for a job.

— The Bruising of Qilwa de Naseem Jamnia

Humans often say that they are made of stardust.

— The Old Goat and the Alien de Veo Corva

Wolfe Studios released a tarot deck’s worth of stories about me over the years.

— Siren Queen de Nghi Vo

Every morning just after dawn, Lin Chong taught a fight class for women.

— The Water Outlaws de S. L. Huang

It was much, much worse at night.

— Crossing the Line de Karen Traviss (The Wess'har Wars, #2)

The bot was immune to the snow, and so was Aras.

— City of Pearl de Karen Traviss (The Wess'har Wars, #1)

The bells of the Palace of Stars were barely audible outside its walls.

— At the Feet of the Sun de Victoria Goddard (Lays of the Hearth-Fire, #2)

In Siberia, the thawing ground was a ceiling on the verge of collapse, sodden with ice melt and the mammoth detritus of prehistory.

— How High We Go in the Dark de Sequoia Nagamatsu

“Eighteen!” bellowed Viv, bringing her saber around in a flat curve that battered the wight’s skull off its spine.

— Bookshops & Bonedust de Travis Baldree

And so it was that my mother went into labor while sitting astride the donkey that was carrying her from the city to our village.

— Wondrous Journeys In Strange Lands de Sonia Nimr, Marcia Lynx Qualey