It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

This is the winter of our discontent.

Call me Ishmael.

The opening line can make or break a book. And though I've yet to muster up the courage to commit to Chaos I have thought long and hard about the opening line.

Just wanted to get some opinions on it. A random, tired blog really. Trying to inspire some of my friends to start their fiction...Jason, Joe, Andrew I'm looking in your direction...and maybe work up some of my own. Anyway, here you go:

There is no greater test of one's character than that which is implemented by morality.

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	JoeTheDestroyer - April 26, 2011 (02:46 AM) "The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed." That was always one of my favs. And I like your first line. It sets up what sounds to be a deep character-driven tale. As for my fiction, I'll be back at it soon. I've had a story broiling in my head for some time now. Thanks :D
	True - April 26, 2011 (07:06 PM) If you would ever be willing to pass some along, I would love to read it Joe. Also, if you ever get the chance you should find Defiant Light, Venter's book. Just make sure you buy it off the official site as opposed to Amazon. He doesn't make anything and it's usually more expensive. Update - This is what I've written so far. I have a lot going on right now so it's hard to commit to it, but last night was the beginning. That Which Shined, Now May Dim There is no greater testament to one’s character than that which is implemented by morality. An ideal Grahamas never believed he would have to encounter. Life for him, despite his struggles, had always been simple. Right and wrong, good and evil, love and hate, just and wicked. A clear, very definitive line existed and though at times crossed, it remained and he always knew on which side he stood. Perhaps it was luck, possibly fate, that had never required him to blur the blazing mark. Others had encountered such several times in one life, he who had lived several managed to escape it. However, his would be the greatest test and the most decisive. Others determined the outcome of few, possibly dozens. His would be the deciding factor for all. And though he had always carried their destiny in his hands, his struggle would be far greater than winning back their freedom. This would ask of him to do what was right, not what was necessary. Even for him, the last glittering light of hope in a world that decayed, would be enough to shatter his unyielding resolve.