first line game

[Jezabella49]

51 Henry James, Portrait of a Lady?

[jeffy]

51 Henry James, Portrait of a Lady?

Yes, indeed. Your turn to offer one.

[trulymadlydeeply]

Hi I'm new and I just found this game. I really really want to play. I just went through and read everything. I don't think I know any of the current lines up for grabs but I knew "the Blue Sword" and I knew "The Privledge of the sword". I swear I did you have to believe me. Please can I play? Please?

[winterwind]

Another hint for 44: The Beeb miniseries stars Sean Bean.

And now I know the series, but not the book.

Sharpe's Havoc by Bernard Cornwell.

*dingdingdingdingding* (I picked lines from the books I was reading at the time, since they were at hand.)

[Jezabella49]

*picks up a book pretty much at random from the bunch on the loveseat*

The astonishing sequence of events which affected the entire civilized galaxy, including not only the many leagues, alliances, temporary interworld liaisons, and independent worlds but also the lives of billions of individual human beings, began with a leftover cheese sandwich.

[ebony14]

Another hint for 44: The Beeb miniseries stars Sean Bean.

And now I know the series, but not the book.

Sharpe's Havoc by Bernard Cornwell.

*dingdingdingdingding* (I picked lines from the books I was reading at the time, since they were at hand.)

I figured that was probably the case.

"It was on a Homeday in the early summer of 156th year of the Interregnum that a traveller entered a small village in the East."

(The terminology may give this one away.)

[Mattador]

I figured that was probably the case.

"It was on a Homeday in the early summer of 156th year of the Interregnum that a traveller entered a small village in the East."

(The terminology may give this one away.)

The Paths of the Dead!  Or, more properly, I suppose, Book I of The Viscount of Adrilankha, by Paarfi of Roundwood, as translated by Steven Brust.

[hawkwing_lb]

"It was on a Homeday in the early summer of 156th year of the Interregnum that a traveller entered a small village in the East."

(The terminology may give this one away.)

Brust, The Paths of the Dead.

I can't imagine I'm first on this.

ETA: Nope, not first.

[CJ]

I never get here in time for the ones I can identify without cheating!

[MadGastronomer]

57) It was the week following Easter in Reading and no one could remember the last sunny day.

The Big Over Easy, Jasper Fforde

I've already got like four in play, though.  Time for clues.

Three of the four authors I took lines from are extremely popular and prolific.  The last is a young up-and-coming author whose work I personally adore.

54) September in Pine Cove is a sigh of relief, a nightcap, a long-deserved nap.

The author has written about demons, vampires, whales, angels, zombies, giant lizards, and the Bible (well, sort of).  His latest book references one of Shakespeare's most difficult plays.

63) The flotillas of the dead sailed around the world on underwater rivers.

Probably the most prolific author of the four, I can't even begin to cover what he's written.  This one is about letters, though.

65) There are reasons I hate to drive fast.

The series this is taken from became a short-lived show on SciFi.

66) On the corner of 16th Street and Hieratica a factory sings and sighs.

I shouldn't have used this one, but I was reading it at that moment.  It's new, as I mentioned, and somewhat obscure.  But it's about a sexually transmitted city, and I recommend it most highly.

And now I need a new one, as I've finally cracked the Fforde.  I kept thinking that mention of Reading rang a bell...

I'll go as far as two sentences, since the first one is completely useless.

"Mr. Bond.  Good day to you, sir."

This Mr. Bond's first name is not James.

[ebony14]

I figured that was probably the case.

"It was on a Homeday in the early summer of 156th year of the Interregnum that a traveller entered a small village in the East."

(The terminology may give this one away.)

The Paths of the Dead!  Or, more properly, I suppose, Book I of The Viscount of Adrilankha, by Paarfi of Roundwood, as translated by Steven Brust.

"Interregnum" does give it a way, doesn't it? You got it.

[Mattador]

I suppose I should supply a new quote, then.  Um...

It is possible I already had some presentiment of my future.

[Ash]

#54: Hell. I know the author and I *thought* I knew the book. But I don't have a copy handy and when I tried another way of checking I appear to be wrong

Nevermind, I was right

#54: Christopher Moore, The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove.

I like A Dirty Job best of the ones of his I've read.

(My contribution is forthcoming. Also, sorry for the multiple edits to the post. I'm sick and it's apparently made me very stupid)

[Mattador]

#65:  Grave Peril by Jim Butcher.  As soon as your hint told me it was a Dresden book, I just had to run to my shelf and look up which one...

Replacement quote:  The twin moons cast down shadows like blood scores across the sand.

[MadGastronomer]

Well done, both of you!