Book beginnings on Friday – Cryoburn
Book Beginnings on Friday is a bookish meme sponsored by Katy at A Few More Pages.
Here’s what you do: share the first line (or two) of the book you are currently reading on your blog or in the comments section . Include the title and author so we know what you’re reading. Then, if you are so moved, let us know what your first impressions were based on that first line, and if you liked or did not like that sentence. Link-up each week at Katy’s place.
Last weekend the winners of this year’s Hugo Awards were announced and Connie Willis won a well deserved Hugo for Blackout/All Clear. However, there were other good books on the list of nominees. This week I’ll share the beginning of one of them; Cryoburn by Lois McMaster Bujold.
Angels were falling all over the place.
Miles blinked, trying to resolve the golden streaks sleeting through his vision into mere retinal flashes, but they stubbornly persisted as tiny, distinct figures, faces dismayed, mouths round. He heard their wavering cries like the whistle of fireworks from far off, the echoes buffeted by hillsides.
Ah, terrific. Auditory hallucinations, too.
Granted the visions seemed more dangerous, in his current addled state. If he could see things that were not there, it was also quite possible for him to not see things that were there, like stairwells, or broken gaps in this corridor floor.
I adore the Vorkosigan books, so I was already happy about this book before I started. And the beginning didn’t disappoint. Miles is in trouble, nothing unusual about that, but how did he get in this situation and how is he going to get out of it? As always with Miles, very few things are straight forward.