Share your favorite line so far!

Favorite line of the day (I think):

Quote:"So you're telling me that the state of the art, most advanced treatment in existence for infertility comes down to blowing SPITBALLS?"

I like this description:

"The square chunk of window displacing the black interior of the coach was filled to the brim with fleeting glimpses of the countryside, grass dyed gray-blue in the low-hanging overcast sky. Lakes of silver reflected violet-tinged echoes of heaven like expansive mirrors of tinted glass. Cottages billowing steam from crooked chimneys rolled past, rural locomotives with thatched roofs and warm hearth-painted windows. Piebald cows and spotted horses dotted the landscape in monochromatic brush strokes. Overhead a sloppy formation of geese skimmed across the clouds like avian rocks on a stratospheric pond."

Just a short one for me this time:

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My boots crunch on broken glass and finely ground bits of asphalt, sounding like broken bones beneath my feet.

She stretched her silken wings and rolled her back up to the sun to greet the day. She felt new, refreshed, drinking in the golden bliss like a tall glass of cool water. Every sense was the taut string of a new bow, waiting for release. She breathed deeply, and stretched from her toes to her eyebrows, sucking in the sweet air full of promise.

This is from my first chapter and there is one specific line from earlier in the chapter that I am more proud of, but I think this accurately depicts the whole of my novel.

I would learn later that having an apprentice is one of the best things to happen to a Historian. Bouncing around through time and collecting artifacts and making notes is all good fun, but theres nothing like seeing someone experience it for the first time. And theres nothing like having someone to share it all with, someone to talk to about the madness of it all. A Historians life is solitary, never getting too close, never staying too long, never really fitting into any time you visit, or any time you may have previously called your own. A Historian is a necessity, a scholar, a teacher, but above all, a Historian is an anachronism: a soul lost in time.

I'm now in love with this little part.

But... spoilers. xD OH WELL.
William goes crazy at the end. Craaaayzayyy.



His smile was still in place and he brought himself as close as his binds would allow to the gun that Nickolai held. Simply, almost quietly, he spoke, keeping his gaze steady on Nickolai and not flinching away for a moment.

"Bang."

As if on cue, Nickolai's finger pulled the trigger and everything went dark.

The full scene is available on my novel info page, but I just love this particular sentence:

"The horse shook his mane and snorted with self-satisfaction, and, turning, sashayed back to his place by the hitching post."

For some background: that horse is one of the characters in my book. He is epic.

I feel like 90% of the posts here are mine, but here's another. XD

Quote:We lay to rest today yet another of our number. Nolan Gray was a good friend, and a willing listener, and he will be greatly missed. We bury him here amongst his friends so that they can guide him to wherever dead men go, and so that until he arrives, he will not be alone. He took in a deep, shuddering breath, and bit back a cough. Dust to dust, he said, and ice to ice.

"THE END"

Hee hee. Just found this one stuck in there:

Quote:Holden could feel a grin splitting his face. Thats what my grandpa always called it. All those hoodlums out there partaking in such frivolity, he used to say. Theyre the reason the world is going to hell. Pretty sure, though, that it was actually the adults partaking in sincere pursuits that sent the world to hell.

"The end."

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She tried to follow, but was stopped by another Disney employee with a big smile. I'm sorry, ma'am, but you must stay on the sidewalk while the parade is in progress.

Nell didn't waste time arguing. She hit the smiling young man in the gut and hurried after Zack.

Favorite line of what I have written... I just don't know. Favorite of what I wrote on the last day... I'm torn. There is option A:

Quote:Are you sure about this, Nia? Prince Nolan whispered to the queen.

She turned and smiled at him. No. Not at all, she said mildly. But we can be nice to him for one night. It would be a shame to ruin a good holiday.

And then there is option B:

Quote:In the morning, Delma found the Queen of Tremain sitting on the ground in the middle of the tent, hugging her knees and trembling as she slept.

Oh, decisions, decisions... Do I prefer the fun, or the wonderfully evil?

I found this while editing, and it's not half bad:

Quote:He smiled a sad smile, a ghost in his eyes.