First Lines Friday – October 12

This is a weekly meme hosted by Wandering Words, where you give the first few lines of a book to hook your readers before introducing the book.

Here are my first lines:

“The ice-planet arrived in the dusky heat of summer twilight during Earth’s Fourth World War. Just when the moon’s jewelled fingers were slipping through that one broken slat in the barn roof that Papa always said he’d fix but never did. The same slat through which he’d pointed out Ella’s favourite star to Sofi and her brother, Shilo.”

Do you recognize these first lines?

And the book is… The Evaporation of Sofi Snowย by Mary Weber.

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Goodreads synopsis:

Ever since the Delonese ice-planet arrived eleven years ago, Sofi’s dreams have been vivid. Alien. In a system where Earth’s corporations rule in place of governments and the humanoid race orbiting the moon are allies, her only constant has been her younger brother, Shilo. As an online gamer, Sofi battles behind the scenes of Earth’s Fantasy Fighting arena where Shilo is forced to compete in a mix of real and virtual blood sport. But when a bomb takes out a quarter of the arena, Sofi’s the only one who believes Shilo survived. She has dreams of him. And she’s convinced he’s been taken to the ice-planet.

Except no one but ambassadors are allowed there.

For Miguel, Earth’s charming young playboy, the games are of a different sort. As Ambassador to the Delonese, his career has been built on trading secrets and seduction. Until the Fantasy Fight’s bomb goes off. Now the tables have turned and he’s a target for blackmail. The game is simple: Help the blackmailers, or lose more than anyone can fathom, or Earth can afford.

Have you read The Evaporation of Sofi Snow? What did you think of it?

3 thoughts on “First Lines Friday – October 12”

  1. Happy Friday!๐ŸŽƒ

    My first lines come from Winter Without You by Beth Good.

    Hannah thought it looked like the saddest house in the world, a slate-roofed Cornish monolith with dark windows for eyes, looming out at them from under November rain. Did houses have feelings , though? she wondered, studying it as they drew steadily closer. Could a house emote? Or was that all in the eyes of the beholder?

    Have a great weekend and happy reading!๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ’•

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