Happy Friday, readers! And happy DECEMBER! (how did that happen?!?)
Today I’m delighted to share a brand new release (see what I did there?) from one of my faves!
Brand of Light by Ronie Kendig
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First Line
Kalonica, Drosero
The tap, tap, tap of rain drilled into Achilus’s brain, holding him captive against sleep.
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I dig the cover!
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Today I’m sharing the first lines from Stong Brave Loved by Holley Gerth:
“If you ever get a little tired of life’s battles, this is for you.”
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[…] the book you’re currently reading? Let me know in the comments and head over to the linkup on Hoarding Books for […]
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The first line I am sharing is from,
The Major’s Daughter by Regina Jennings
‘From the growing ruckus outside the door, President Harrison could tell the time was approaching.’
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Thank you for sharing BRAND’s opening line!!!! ❤
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Happy Saturday!
Yesterday in my blog I shared the first two lines from Land of Silence by Tessa Afshar. I’m currently starting The Dating Charade by Melissa Ferguson so I’ll share from there.
“If one was going to RIP one’s toes into the murky, pestilential waters of online dating, an escape plan was critical.”
Hope you’re having a good weekend! 🙂🧡📖
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I’m sharing the first line if Chapter 5 in Echoes Among The Stones by Jaime Jo Wright (since others also chose this book today) :
It was a cavern of hollow memories that ricocheted off dark walls, repeating themselves over and over until Imogene wished to clap her hands over her ears and scream the remembrances into silence.
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