First liners

The baloney weighed the Raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.

After killing the red haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper.

I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice-not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

I see….”

said the vampire thoughtfully,

and slowly he walked across the room toward the window.

My name is Wilkie Collins, and my guess, since I am to delay the publication of this document for at least a century and a quarter beyond the date of my demise, is that you do not recognize my name.