Indie Authors Monthly Magazine For Authors and Readers discussion

I saw this on another thread and it looked like fun.

Write the first three lines of your book here.

Milla eased her blade into its sheath, strapped it to her hip, and tiptoed toward the door, squeaky sandals safely in hand. She had at least two hours before her father would surface from his morning incantations and she wasn’t about to waste them indoors. A trace of guilt nudged her, but she recovered and turned the knob.

Asper

Radcliff Durnhast, the most powerful wizard in the world and the Mage Commander of the Caladon army, was hauled from his dark cell and slammed up against the wall by two of the largest guards he’d ever seen. He glared at the rough treatment but said nothing while they clamped a set of leg irons around his ankles—larger twins to the restraints already keeping his wrists and magic bound.

Bulwark- by Brit Lunden

“It’s like a primordial soup,” Clay Finnes muttered his hands on his hips.
“A primordial what?” Owen Bishop raised his hangdog face to look at the town sheriff.
“Primordial, ancient, prehistoric…” Clay looked at the deputy’s blank face and finished with, ”old...really, really old.”

Oh Susannah Things that go Bump

The sun peeked through the blinds making a striped pattern across the bottom of Susannah Maya Logan’s comforter on the bed. Susannah opened her eyes and counted five panels of sunshine.
The little brass alarm clock’s larger hand moved onto the twelve, the shorter hand jerked onto the seven, and the tiny hammer started to hit the bell so that the clock shook and trembled as if it was a dancing a jig. Susannah reached over, depressing the button, silencing the bell.

Daughter of Magic

Luskell walked at twilight on a country road she didn’t know. She wasn’t lost; she was on her way to Deep River. It was the town that was lost, and she had to find it.

The White Sirens

And all that work Eliza did for his father, it turned to crap. Because of her father's remarks and his pushy attitude, Eliza had lost interest in studying. Everything she blamed… Eliza blamed it on her dad.

Lynn Williams Lynn WilliamsThese days my mind often lingers around old memories, memories that should have faded, but will not be extinguished. Blessed are our lives, and precious are our families, we must value them always, and think dearly of our deeply departed loved ones.
When I was a young child I used to believe that if I no longer dreamt anymore that that would mean my life would be over, for surely only the living dream. But now it seems we carry on dreaming, even after we are deceased; it’s strange how our minds can make us believe that even in death we are still alive...

It was definitely not a suitable day for hunting ghosts.
The village was remarkably quiet for a bright summer’s evening, the scent of burning charcoal from numerous local barbeques hanging in the air.
Okay, she reminded herself, so they weren’t actually hunting ghosts, but all the same the ominous, cheerless house could easily have been haunted.

Darkness Forbidden

I hated school, never liked studying. It took two years to earn my B.A., then another year of diplomacy and tedium to write a thesis on government. They made me suffer through an incredibly stupid seminar called 'Cisgendered White Privilege, Institutional Racism, Micro-Agression, and Diversity in Learning Styles.'

Finding Flopsie

No Future. That’s what the graffiti on a building opposite my flat says in blood-red childish scribbles. Below, a stencil image of a sad young girl holds the O as a balloon on a string.

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In 1989, an Irish Catholic family named Murphy lived in Farmhaven, a remote area in Madison, Mississippi. They've lived there for the past seven years since they immigrated to the U.S.

Weeping Well

Nigel seems a little amused to have me gathering this story of his adventure, but he doesn’t seem to object. In all truth I think that the idea makes him somewhat proud, though he’d never admit it.
I, Joel Shine, don’t even enter into the story myself until after events recorded here.

What a great idea and what a wonderful way to check on some new authors work. I usually only read books that grab me in the first sentences and here is a huge list of new adventures for pleasure reading.

From Angelo, Texas:

On a vast grassy plain, two distinct groups of people met. One was comprised of six armed men, whose skin-clad bodies blended well into the golden landscape. The other was a contingent of brightly hued, feather-bedecked warriors, a woman, and their leader – around twenty in all.


From A Good and Fair Trade:

Standing up with a slight groan, the elderly woman reached for a clean towel. While surveying the attic room with a scrutinizing eye, she wiped brick dust from her fingers.
Almost ready, she thought.

Many Beings watch over us; we are not alone. Though this may be a disturbing idea for some, on the whole it is a reassuring and comforting thought for me.