Monday’s First Sentence ~ Where the Dead Sit Talking
I have been unhappy for many years now.
I have been unhappy for many years now.
I have been unhappy for many years now.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The Problem with Forever
Dusty, empty shoe boxes, stacked taller and wider than her slim body, wobbled as she pressed her back against them, tucking her bony knees into her chest.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ My So-Called Bollywood Life
According to Google, a grave was supposed to be six feet deep, but Winnie Mehta didn’t want to put that much effort in digging.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ Neverwake
The last eight hours have been a living nightmare.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ School of Night: Creeping Terror
They were lost, it was getting dark and the ghosts were leaving town.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ You’d Be Mine
If I die, it’s Trina Hamilton’s fault.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ You Owe Me a Murder
I plotted murder in the Vancouver airport while waiting at gate D78 for my flight to London.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ Treasure of the Golden Skull
Mildew and Sponge were just walking past the Headmaster’s office on the way back from their twice-weekly jog up the side of Pig’s Pike with their appallingly energetic new sports teacher, Mr Lithely, when they heard a terrible crash and saw a cloud of dust emerge from under the door.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The Case of the Missing Treasure
My Secretary and Vice-President Hazel is busy writing the story of our seventh murder case.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ That’s Not What I Heard
Kim had always thought that the day everything changed would more of a Day Everything Changed, with capital letters.