From Anthony Horowitz's Alex Rider: Russian Roulette.
“‘Yasha!'”
“On a bitter November day in Washington, D.C., when everything felt metallic—when the sky was gray and the wind stung and the dry leaves were making death-rattle sounds in the alleys—thirteen-year-old Arthur Owens picked up a brick from the corner of a crumbling building and threw it at an old man’s head.”
From Shelley Pearsall’s The Seventh Most Important Thing
“It’s been exactly a year to the day–today is my fifteenth birthday, by the way, and I like my cake chocolate with white icing, in case anyone cares–since I started running away, and about two and a half weeks since I’ve been on the run full time.”
From Hollis Gillespie's Unaccompanied Minor
“In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar and ran an interested eye through the political news in The Times.”
From Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None
“6A.”
From Pittacus Lore's Lorien Legacies: The Rise of Nine
“The year is 2016.”
From Gina Damico's Waste of Space
First Sentence of a New World 