#OpeningSentence

The young woman, at times described as a wash of colors seeking rest, at times a stone soul, at times a witch, reached into a pocket of timespace, pulled her small journal from its air, and wrote while curtains of raindrops cooled the open space under her family’s covered patio.

— Amnandi Sails (The Khumalo Trilogy, #2.0)

The sun, as welcome on the back of the old man’s neck as a hot knife, sliced him as he told the unconscious woman, “In raising this cup to your lips, I bind you to me.”

— Breath, Warmth, and Dream by Zig Zag Claybourne

I do not enter cities; I steal into them.

— The Navigating Fox by Christopher Rowe

Selena picked her new home for no better reason than the dog laid down on the porch.

— Snake-Eater

I find solace in a madman’s words once we have crossed underneath the border’s mountains and make our way to a future beyond Bassa.

— Warrior of the Wind (The Nameless Republic, #2.0)

The Weary Sojourner Caravansary stood at the corner of three worlds.

— Son of the Storm by Suyi Davies Okungbowa ({'https://reading.taks.garden/series/by/4?series_name=The%20Nameless%20Republic': 1.0}, #1.0)

Maybe it’s fucked up, but I prefer literally running from things to figuratively running.

— Space Dragons by Veo Corva (Space Dragons, #2)

At first Jace thought he’d chosen well.

— Litany for a Broken World by Karen Conlin, L. J. Cohen, Chris Howard (Entangled Realities, #1)

She ran from the gods, and fetched up under a tree.

— Wicked Problems by Max Gladstone

Faven Sythe was told two lies on the day her mother’s organs finished crystallizing.

— The Two Lies of Faven Sythe

In Kellner Books on the Upper East Side of New York City, a few minutes before his death, John Webber was reading The Count of Monte Cristo.

— Book of Doors by Gareth Brown

This isn’t the forest guardian’s usual haunt.

— When among Crows

Today is the anniversary of Little Girl With Popsicle.

— The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward

My head is throbbing again, a white-hot line of pain from the back of my skull down to the right side of my jaw, and a dead man is signaling me from across the common room.

— Dead Silence by S.A. Barnes