Game 9 Books 2, 3 & 4
The real first line of Acquainted with the Night is:
4. I love night.
Chosen by sammywol
The rest:
1. At five o'clock in the evening, the mad rush of the day has just begun to slacken its pace.
Written by zoje_george
2. At midnight the air is cold and crisp, and the brilliant lights of the constellations burn against the night's velvety blackness.
Written by a_d_medievalist
Chosen by majea
3. I have always been something of a Night Owl.
Written by sammywol
5. It is, of course, ludicrous to believe that ancient man was ever unfamiliar with the concept of night, or ever feared that the sun, having set, might never reappear.
Written by jeffr23
Chosen by zoje_george and pisica
6. Let us imagine a day...and a night.
Written by dorianegray
Chosen by jeffr23
7. Like bats, he found his way by echolocation.
Written by daegaer
8. Night and day are journeys.
Written by pisica
Chosen by dorianegray
9. The sun does not set; it surrenders.
Written by majea
Chosen by daegaer and spookycat50
10. They call it the witching hour, the very centre of the night.
Written by stellanova
Chosen by a_d_medievalist
11. -- What might our ancestors have thought of the coming of night, when light has been extinguished and shadows conceal all?
Written by spookycat50
sammywol: 3 + 1 = 4
jeffr23: 1 + 2 = 3
majea: 1 + 2 = 3
a_d_medievalist: 2 + 1 = 3
dorianegray: 2 + 1 = 3
pisica: 1 + 1 = 2
stellanova: 0 + 1 = 1
wonderlanded: 1
zoje_george: 1
The prospective first lines for Life After God are:
The fourth book, for the day that's in it, is Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment.
The Blurb:
Polly Perks had to become a boy in a hurry. Cutting off her hair and wearing trousers was easy. Learning to fart and belch and walk like an ape took more time...
And now she's enlisted in the army, and is searching for her lost brother.
But there's a war on. There's always a war on. And Polly and her fellow recruits are suddenly in the thick of it, without any training, and the enemy is hunting them.
All they have on their side is the most artful sergeant in the army and a vampire with a lust for coffee. Well... they have the Secret. And as they take the war to the heart of the enemy, they have to use all the resources of... the Monstrous Regiment.
Excerpt:
Igor and Tonker arrived back late, without a word. Sergeant Jackrum said nothing. The squad moved off.
Polly marched at the back, with Carborundum. This meant she could keep a wary eye on Lofty, whoever she was. For the first time, Polly really looked at her. She was easy to miss, because she was always, as it were, in Tonker's shadow. She was short, although now Polly knew she was female the word 'petite' could be decently used, dark and dark-haired and had a strange, self-absorbed look, and she was always marching with Tonker. Come to think of it, she always slept close to him, too.
Ah, so that was it. She's following her boy, Polly thought. It was kind of romantic, and very very dumb. Now she knew enough to look beyond the clothes and haircut, she could see all the little clues that Lofty was a girl, and a girl who hadn't planned enough. She saw Lofty whisper something to Tonker, who half turned and gave Polly a look of instant hatred and a hint of threat.
Poll Game 9, Book 4
The next deadline will be the evening of Friday 14th
4. I love night.
Chosen by sammywol
The rest:
1. At five o'clock in the evening, the mad rush of the day has just begun to slacken its pace.
Written by zoje_george
2. At midnight the air is cold and crisp, and the brilliant lights of the constellations burn against the night's velvety blackness.
Written by a_d_medievalist
Chosen by majea
3. I have always been something of a Night Owl.
Written by sammywol
5. It is, of course, ludicrous to believe that ancient man was ever unfamiliar with the concept of night, or ever feared that the sun, having set, might never reappear.
Written by jeffr23
Chosen by zoje_george and pisica
6. Let us imagine a day...and a night.
Written by dorianegray
Chosen by jeffr23
7. Like bats, he found his way by echolocation.
Written by daegaer
8. Night and day are journeys.
Written by pisica
Chosen by dorianegray
9. The sun does not set; it surrenders.
Written by majea
Chosen by daegaer and spookycat50
10. They call it the witching hour, the very centre of the night.
Written by stellanova
Chosen by a_d_medievalist
11. -- What might our ancestors have thought of the coming of night, when light has been extinguished and shadows conceal all?
Written by spookycat50
sammywol: 3 + 1 = 4
jeffr23: 1 + 2 = 3
majea: 1 + 2 = 3
a_d_medievalist: 2 + 1 = 3
dorianegray: 2 + 1 = 3
pisica: 1 + 1 = 2
stellanova: 0 + 1 = 1
wonderlanded: 1
zoje_george: 1
The prospective first lines for Life After God are:
- Daddy, I'm booooored!"
- Dreams are overrated.
- "Have you found God?"
- I spent the last year driving nowhere.
- I stepped out onto the wet pavement, scarcely noticing the scene beginning to unfold further down the street.
- I was driving you up to Prince George to the home of your grandfather, the golf wino.
- I watched as the cockroach scrambled over the striped ticking of my stained pillow.
- She traced the divine name in the condensation on her bottle of Miller.
- She was, in every way, better than I deserved.
- Something scurried in my dreams, but I didn't know what.
- They say Jesus loves the little children.
The fourth book, for the day that's in it, is Terry Pratchett's Monstrous Regiment.
The Blurb:
Polly Perks had to become a boy in a hurry. Cutting off her hair and wearing trousers was easy. Learning to fart and belch and walk like an ape took more time...
And now she's enlisted in the army, and is searching for her lost brother.
But there's a war on. There's always a war on. And Polly and her fellow recruits are suddenly in the thick of it, without any training, and the enemy is hunting them.
All they have on their side is the most artful sergeant in the army and a vampire with a lust for coffee. Well... they have the Secret. And as they take the war to the heart of the enemy, they have to use all the resources of... the Monstrous Regiment.
Excerpt:
Igor and Tonker arrived back late, without a word. Sergeant Jackrum said nothing. The squad moved off.
Polly marched at the back, with Carborundum. This meant she could keep a wary eye on Lofty, whoever she was. For the first time, Polly really looked at her. She was easy to miss, because she was always, as it were, in Tonker's shadow. She was short, although now Polly knew she was female the word 'petite' could be decently used, dark and dark-haired and had a strange, self-absorbed look, and she was always marching with Tonker. Come to think of it, she always slept close to him, too.
Ah, so that was it. She's following her boy, Polly thought. It was kind of romantic, and very very dumb. Now she knew enough to look beyond the clothes and haircut, she could see all the little clues that Lofty was a girl, and a girl who hadn't planned enough. She saw Lofty whisper something to Tonker, who half turned and gave Polly a look of instant hatred and a hint of threat.
Poll Game 9, Book 4
The next deadline will be the evening of Friday 14th