#OpeningSentence

I was seven years old the first time my uncle poisoned me.

— City of Lies by Sam Hawke

That morning, God was complaining again.

— City of Last Chances by Adrian Tchaikovsky

In the course of a single life, a man can be many things: a beloved child in a brightly embroidered gown, a street tough with a band of knifemen walking at his side, lover to a beautiful girl, husband to an honest woman, father to a child, grain sweeper in a brewery, widower, musician, and mendicant coughing his lungs up outside the city walls. The only thing they have in common is that they are the same man.

— Age of Ash by Daniel Abraham (Kithamar, #1)