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Give us the LAST line(s) of your FIRST chapter! (Or prologue)
In a thousand years, the wood will rot away and the stones will erode. The warmth and comfort of the hearth is temporary. The warmth and comfort of your friends and family shall persevere into eternity.
Give us the LAST line(s) of your FIRST chapter! (Or prologue)
In a thousand years, the wood will rot away and the stones will erode. The warmth and comfort of the hearth is temporary. The warmth and comfort of your friends and family shall persevere into eternity.
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Last lines of the Ch 1 of YELEN & YELENA, aro4aro erotic Beauty&theBeast 2nd world fantasy
Context: it's Yelena's 16th bday, and Velna (her bff) wanted Yelena to propose, but Yelena doesn't want to marry her, she just wanted to have fun & thought Velna was on the same pg
At least she isn’t laughing at me, that must count for something, he thought with a conviction that would have made St. Jude proud.
If the Porcine Parliament Building had been occupied by anyone aside from Pamplewort’s Piguard, they would’ve heard his deep-throated laughter echoing down the halls.
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Still debating leaving it in for when I eventually release it (2026).
I was thinking of including it with a short foreword about porcine language differences and a bit about their country Porcinova.
"Before smoke, sand, and the blur of motion erased it, he fixed this image of Finre in his mind: the image of the friend he’d sold his soul to save."
And for my story, it's these two! Raenval (the MC) is the one in the mask, and the entity he sold his soul to is the wispy shadow behind him, who lost his name and his face to a curse.
Part of what started TTFOD is my interest in warlock/patron dynamics!
Great lines though!
A scream rang out, and out of nowhere, a dark-haired girl threw herself into the light, threw herself over the boy, covered him with her body, and broke the connection.
The dazzling light went out.
And all hell broke loose.
Perhaps she’d find happiness elsewhere, though I doubted I’d fare the same. I’d hoped my actions through the years would be sufficient to overcome the devastation my news had wrought in our relationship.
I’d never been so wrong.
"Flakes of skin would
sometimes detach from him and float lazily on the water’s surface, cluttering it, making it
resemble fat-ridden broth. Somewhere outside, a car screamed, its engine struggling while going
uphill. "