As we move toward the release of The Holocaust Engine and our own first lines, it seems fitting to drop a few of our favorite fiction first lines. Add yours in the comments section It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984 A screaming comes across the sky. —Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the … Continue reading “Where to start?”