Here are the books we received this past week.
(Note: The last 3 titles are final versions of books for which we received advanced review copies.)
Here’s a fun game you can play: Match the book titles shown with their opening lines!
The opening lines follow the jump…
- “Mousetrap’s visible now, General.”
- An unkempt dawn with ragged clouds crept to daybreak in Demonia.
- Dear John Paul and Theresa Wiggin…
- Edward Demery was alone the night it happened.
- Everything in the universe is older than it seems.
- I had never intended to speak or write again of the Charriere house, once I had fled Providence on that shocking night of discovery-there are memories which every man would seek to suppress, to disbelieve, to wipe out of existence-but I am forced to set down now the narrative of my brief acquaintance with the house on Benefit Street, and my precipitate flight there from, lest some innocent person be subjected to indignity by the police in an effort to explain the horrible discovery the police have made at last-that same ghastly horror it was my lot to look upon before any other human eye-and what I saw was surely far more terrible than what remained to be seen after all these years, the house having reverted to the city, as I had known it would.
- It happened that on the sixth day of spring, in the first year of the reign of His Imperial Majesty Tortaalik I of the House of the Phoenix, a young gentleman entered a small hostelry, in the village of Newmarket, some sixty leagues from Dragaera City.
- It was easy to believe that Quofum did not exist because most of the time it didn’t.
- It was the morning of my twenty-fifth birthday, and all I wanted was a decent cup of coffee, a hot breakfast, and a couple hours away from the stink of used magic that seeped through the walls of my apartment building every time it rained.
- Karryn was so grateful to step out of the coach that her legs practically buckled under her as her feet touched the ground.
- Lieutenant Kris Longknife had been looking for a fight for most of the last week.
- Marla Mason sat in the branches of an ancient oak on a ridge, spying on the moonlit cemetery below.
- Marsh struggles to kill himself.
- My fingers numb with cold, I fastened a length of gold-embroidered ribbon around the hawthorn and murmured a prayer to whatever spirits might be listening.
- My name is Hui and my surname is Fang.
- Red Jade held her breath as her brother prepared to set fire to the paper boats and the hordes of the carefully detailed paper dragons.
- The city of Anavatan was a sparkling jewel in Low Summer, moving from warm, sun-drenched days to cool, silken nights with the effortless grace of a dancer.
- The day began with none of the usual portents sentimental novelists always deem necessary to make their drivel interesting to mawkish readers.
- The first time Han laid eyes on her, standing with Lando on one of Nar Shadaa’s permacrete landing platforms a few short years before he had thrown in with the Rebel Alliance, he saw the battered old freighter not only for all she was but for all that she might one day become.
- The flames had been singing to her, so loudly Cenda could almost catch the words.
- The killer awoke, surrounded by strangers.
- The video record showed a subterranean city under siege, seen through the visor of a Marine combat helmet.
- When you have to kill the same terrorist twice in one week, then there’s wither something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world.
- Who is Neil Gaiman?
- Windwir is a city of paper and robes and stone.