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First-Line Friday #136

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Until the Mountains Fall

Cities of Refuge #3

by Connilyn Cossette

40665292

About the Book

Rivkah

25 AV, 1380 BC

Kedesh, Israel

I’d been here before. Seated on the same three-legged stool with the same two girls plaiting the black locks around my head, their hands fragrant with sweet almond oil as they entwined tiny white flowers into the braids. Only this time, their matrimonial blessings rang hollow and the smiles they offered were tinged with grief instead of joy.


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22 thoughts on “First-Line Friday #136

  1. 1st line –
    “Love is in the air…” I sang as I walked to campus in my cheetah sandals.
    My 56 –
    “You both knew what was coming, yet you called him out in front of his peers and colleagues.”
    COMING UP MURDER by Mary Angela
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  2. My first lines are from The Lost Lieutenant by Erica Vetsch:

    Seaton Estate Berkshire, England January 4, 1813

    “You’ll do as you’re told if you know what’s good for you. I won’t be humiliated again.”

    Just finished this phenomenal book!

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  3. Happy Friday! My current read is Meant for Her by Joy Avery Melville. I will share the first line from Chapter 3, which is where I’m at right now. “The scent of grassy hay, sweet feed, warm horse flesh, and leather tack calmed Candi when she stepped through the main door of the stable.” I wish you a wonderful weekend!

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    1. I think Cossette may be one of the BEST Biblical fiction writers. She’s so good. 😊 Thank you for sharing. I hope you have a great weekend filled with awesome reading time. 😀

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  4. Happy Friday! My first line is from “More Than Friends” by Autumn Macarthur:

    “Catriona Maclean returned the phone to its niche, slumped onto the worn oak bench in the entrance hall of the manse, and groaned out loud. She needed a man.”

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