Tuesday Intros 4th August

First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros is hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea where bloggers share the first paragraph or two of the book they are currently reading/thinking about reading soon. Every month we will each be reading one Classic book, and we will include the first paragraph in the first Tuesday Intro of each month. You can click on any of the pictures to get more information about the books mentioned.

Ann:

The Pledge by Kimberly Derting

The air crackled like a gathering thunderstorm the moment the girl entered the chamber. She was just a child, but her presence changed everything. With effort, the queen turned her head on her pillow as she watched the little girl pad into the chamber on slippered feet. The child kept her chin tucked tightly against her chest as her fingers clutched the sides of her nightgown, clenching and unclenching nervously. 

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

Mrs Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops, and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.

Clare: 

Unremembered by Jessica Brody

The water is cold and ruthless, lapping against my cheek. Slapping me awake. Filling my mouth with the taste of salty solitude. I cough violently and open my eyes, taking in the world around me. Seeing it for the first time. It's not a world I recognize. I gaze upon miles and miles of dark ocean. Peppered with large floating objects. Metal. Like the one I'm lying on.

And then there are the bodies. I count twenty in my vicinity. Two within reach although I don't dare try. Their lifeless faces are frozen in terror. Their eyes are empty. Staring into nothing.

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten. Not to mention rumours which agitated the maritime population, and excited the public mind, even in the interior of continents, seafaring men were particularly excited. Merchants, common sailors, captains of vessels, skippers, both of Europe and America, naval officers of all countries, and the Governments of several states on the two continents, were deeply interested in the matter.

For some time past, vessels had been met by 'an enormous thing,' a long object, spindle-shaped, occasionally phosphorescent, and infinitely larger and more rapid in its movements than a whale.