First-Line Friday #199
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First-Line Friday #199

Nicole Santana

Lost in Darkness

by Michelle Griep

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About the Book

London, 1815

There was something glorious about the first day of June.

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Published by Nicole Santana

I love Jesus, my husband, and my daughter. I love reading and reviewing Christian and Clean fiction. And, I am a high school English teacher trying to get kids to fall in love with reading every day!

15 thoughts on “First-Line Friday #199”

  1. Daniel Glick moved into his new place on the first Tuesday in October. The next day, the local bishop – an old fellow named Saul Lapp who looked to be in his eighties – gave him a ride to Tim Beiler’s place. Tim was apparently the go-to place in Shipshewana, Indiana, if one was looking to purchase a buggy horse.
    THE AMISH CHRISTMAS SECRET by Vannetta Chapman
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  2. Grace Miller stepped cautiously across the lopsided porch of the old cabin, a deep sense of doom hanging over her small shoulders like a dark cloud.-Christmas Grace by Mindy Steele 🙂

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  3. My book is The Heart of a Cowboy by Jody Hedlund:
    She was going to drown. The Neosho River wrapped its cold fingers around Linnea Newberry and pulled her down.

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  5. I’m looking forward to reading this one! I’m currently reading Deadly Target by Elizabeth Goddard. The first line is: “Puget Sound – For a few hours every Saturday morning, Erin Larson could forget evil existed.” Happy weekend!

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      1. Taken from LUNCH COUNTER, a love remembered.
        Change was coming.
        It was incremental at first, but it was not long before it reached a
        tipping point, beyond which it became a growing trend, an almost
        irresistible current. Like a wave, it had washed down the street. And
        just as a receding wave leaves assorted flotsam scattered across the
        beach, now on the lawn in front of almost every house stood a FOR
        SALE sign.

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