First Lines, 11/23/13
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First lines of the novel I stubbornly refuse to write today:
"When he was hurting, he hummed along with Antony & The Johnsons, his sobs mirroring, note for note, each falsetto, each wavering crescendo. He remembered a time when they were on fire - first ablaze, roaring, then, later, smoldering. When she vanished, he began descending a psychic staircase - each step darker, more desperate, than the last. Even when that seemed impossible."
— Damien Willis
November 23, 2013
