Opening Lines

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IMG_2379Edith: The men hadn’t minded so much being turned to stone by the red-shirted wizard, but the women put up a fierce struggle.

Liz: The rock formations on the empty beach looked like a strange community of people frozen in time, forever destined to be stuck in their places as the water lapped around them, at times overwhelming them. She felt empathy for the little people – perhaps because they reminded her of herself.

Sherry: John tried to find some balance in his life.

Jessie: He just knew they would let him into the juried art show once they’d seen his latest installation.

Julie: Damnit. She tried to tell him he was building the statue park too close to the edge of the water, but did he listen? No. Of course not. He never did. And there he was, fussing with a detail that was going to be under water in an hour. Now she just had to figure out how to make sure he joined them. Permanently.

Barb: Megalomania is not always a terrible thing, Jennie thought. How many masterpieces had the world lost with the current advances in medication?

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About Edith Maxwell

Agatha-nominated and national bestsetlling author Edith Maxwell writes the Local Foods Mystery series (Kensington Publishing) and the historical Quaker Midwife Mysteries (Midnight Ink). As Maddie Day she writes the Country Store Mysteries series and the new Cozy Capers Book Group Mysteries (both from Kensington Publishing). Edith has also published award-winning short crime fiction. She lives north of Boston in an antique house with her beau and three cats.

12 thoughts on “Opening Lines

  1. Walking out on the shoreline that morning, he gazed across to the city, shocked at the disconnect. Inspired, he began to create a connection he hoped would be understood by many.

  2. I came upon them when he was readying his boat. I called out to him, but he ignored me. He did not see the danger, and thought me a nuisance.

  3. Somewhere on the far shore a dog barked twice. There was no other sound except a gentle lapping of the water; she was utterly alone.

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