First Sentence competition? WAS RE: How to write an epic fantasy best seller

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From: "Mark Tiller" <mtiller at ntlworld.com>
To: "'John Klein'" <zarkon at illrepute.org>; "'dragaera list'"
<dragaera at dragaera.info>
Sent: Thursday, October 14, 2004 11:26 AM
Subject: RE: First Sentence competition? WAS RE: How to write an epic
fantasy best seller


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>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: John Klein [mailto:zarkon at illrepute.org]
> Sent: 14 October 2004 15:08
> To: 'dragaera list'
> Subject: Re: First Sentence competition? WAS RE: How to write an epic
> fantasy best seller
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> On Thu, 14 Oct 2004, Mark Tiller wrote:
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> @> I don't know, we could try.  How about a competition for worst opening
> @> sentence al la "It was a dark and stormy night".  Said sentence limited
> to
> @> no more than...oohhh...two pages? :-)
> @>
> @> Any volunteers to be judges?  (there is one logical choice, but I'm
> @> reluctant to ask).
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> >http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/
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> I know, I've looked at the site, that's one of the things that inspired me
> to suggest it.  I just thought it would be a bit of fun for the list.
>
> Cheers
>
> Mark
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>

(here is a starter for ya. . . . .)

His Imperial Majesty Roddrick B'laine; son of Edward son of Uther; Lord
Protector of the 17 Realms, Champion of the Weak and Downtrodden stood upon
the westernmost edge of the unyielding granite tower of Griffindell, his
eyes shimmering like the sun on the waves of the merciless C'ficap Sea;
named for the one man to sail across and return alive,  clenched the fist
that had wielded the dread sword Heklor Koch, slayer of countless foes and
enemies; and cast his fell gaze upon the land of Medlir, the land of such
unquenchable evil that it had spawned the fearsome Urck-Argh, killer of the
North, as well as the terror only known as Darcniss, the most lethal
assassin born, whose unstoppable reign of death had claimed his beloved wife
Elindara, the half eleven Queen of Tolwais, and mother of his only child
Jarrick, the scion of the Blaine line, less than a fortnight before, proving
that he could strike in the heart of the Realm, and destroy that which
Roddrick held dearest to his heart, while he was powerless to avenge her
vicious slaying due to the Treaty of Gilneadom that ended the centuries old
struggle between the two nations, signed on the same night the deadly killer
struck the mortal blow to his lady love only an arms reach away and seconds
before Roddricks pen touched the paper, wounding him in the most
dehabilitaing manner, far worse than his own death could have ever done.



( I actually had to cut it off, it was growing beyond my control. Once you
start a sentence like that it gets a life of its own, I think I could have
let it go on for a page more at least. Plus my boss was looking over my
shoulder wondering what the hell I was doing.)

Jeff G.