Into the Fire

The other day, Becky Miller (A Christian Worldview of Fiction) plucked some first lines from books and posted them on her blog. Several others of us added some we liked.

These are the first lines from my seven complete novels and three from novels I haven’t finished yet.

The colors were awakening beneath a sky filled with the intensity of a striking sunrise.

(Hope Of Glory)

Attending this funeral on Easter Sunday seemed especially sad to me—but fitting, nevertheless.

(The Famous One)

Claudia Madelyn Rutheford hated her name.

(Sweet Release)

Faith Daniels looked up as the tiny bell over the door tinkled quietly.

(Wounds . . . and Healings)

Why he thought this would be a good idea he now wondered as he stepped onto the first of five stairs that led up to the front door.

(Destination)

The rain assaulted the trees, the gutters, hard and cold, leaving even the midday seeming like the darkness of evening.

(The Fixer)

She could make smoking a cigarette look elegant, seductive . . . and dangerous even.

(Breath of Life)

It had been a long drive.

(For His Glory)

I was 8 years old when I saw Jesus Christ in the flesh.

(Seeing . . . [previously titled Nightcrawler])

The first time he looked over the half-empty pitchers of beer on the round rough-hewn table and past the cheeky smiles and loud laughs of the men seated there, he caught a glimpse of her pulling the tap lever while smiling across the counter at a kid he’d swear was under 21. Immediately his mind drove straight to the recollection of how long it’d been since he’d been with a woman and parked there. [These two sentences seem inseparable so I included both of them.]

(. . . in a love song)

Feel free to include your own in the comments.

Father, once again I thank you for the stories. Apart from you I can do nothing. How well I know. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.