First-Line Friday #209

Mulberry Hollow

Riverbend #2

by Denise Hunter

Two glaring realizations flashed through Wes Garrett’s mind as he blinked against the morning sunlight: He was alone in the camping shelter, and he was soaked to the skin.


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  1. When the cardinal landed at their bird feeder early that morning, its eyes bulging, its head stripped of read crest feathers, leaving it black and bald, Wren Crawford was sure the poor creature was either sick or wounded. – Feathers of Hope – Sharon Garlough Brown

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  2. Sorry Nicole, I tried a different browser and it wouldnโ€™t go through from the link in Carrieโ€™s post.
    Here goes!
    My first line is from Chapter 1 of To Treasure an Heiress by Roseanna White:

    11 July. Samson, Isles of Scilly
    โ€œBeth Tremayne crept silently through the creaking doorway of the abandoned cottage as the first stokes of dawn painted the sky over the islands.โ€
    Just finished this book!

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  3. Mulberry Hollow has such a pretty cover. My daughter and I are reading Tilly and the Bookwanderers and so I’ll share the first line from that. “Matilda Pages pushed open the door of Pages & Co, and breathed in deeply, taking in the familiar scent of just-blown-out candles, dark chocolate, and of course, books.”

    I hope you have a great weekend!

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