This next first line leaves me looking forward to my next next first line. It's just not compelling, but as a period novel, I suppose it's apropos.
Stepping into the back alleyway, Lianna took a deep invigorating breath and closed her eyes. How she loved these warm moonlit nights stirred by the cool sea breeze. Even behind the Black Dog Tavern, in this dank corner of the wretched port with its nauseous smells and filthy streets, she couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity.
Bray-Weber, Jennifer - Blood and Treasure
I wish that the author had come up with a less trite name than the Black Dog Tavern. That smacks of caricature.
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