First Lines, 01/15/14
First lines of ANOTHER novel, "Angels in the Architecture," that I didn't write today:
"Together they stood, before that staircase built by St. Joseph himself, in the chapel where miracles were common. The smell of rose oil and warm candle wax hung in the air, becoming a single holy scent, as ancient and sacred as Rome itself.
In a moment of weakness, he pulled her close, and almost confessed. The wire taped between her breasts was listening. He stopped before he had even begun. 'We've got to get out of here,' he whispered into her hair. 'It's not safe here.'"
— Damien Willis
January 15, 2014
