From C. S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
“My story starts with a dream.”
From Aaron Reynolds' The Incredibly Dead Pets of Rex Dexter
“After my reconciliation with my brothers in the summer of 1889, I spent August quite happily with Reginold Collie, visiting Ferndale, my childhood home in the country.”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche
“The next morning I got ready for school…”
From Maria Scrivan's Nat Enough
“Snorri Snorrelssen guided her trading barge up the quiet waters of the river toward the Castle.”
Angie Sage's Septimus Heap: Physik
“It was an afternoon in late September.”
From Richard and Florence Atwater's Mr. Popper's Penguins
“This is the story of an adventure that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Golden Age when Peter was High King in Narnia and his brother and his two sisters were King and Queens under him.”
From C. S. Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy
“Snake River Middle School.”
From Mike Thayer's The Double Life of Danny Day
“Katya!”
From Jared Cullum's Kodi
“Septimus Heap tipped six spiders into a jar, screwed the lid down tight and put them outside the door.”
From Angie Sage's Septimus Heap: Flyte
“How do you say good-bye to a friend?”
From Elana K. Arnold's Bat and the End of Everything
“Are you sure you’re all packed?”
From Raina Telgemeier's Sisters
“Reporting to work that fateful morning at my office (that is to say, the office of Dr. Leslie T. Ragostin, Scientific Perditorian, my fictitious employer), I wore a perfectly fitted princess-style dress of mistletoe-green faille, with wide organza collar and matching hat on my tasteful russet coif (wig), and, on the appropriate finger, a wedding ring.”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes: The Case of the Gypsy Good-bye
“Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy.”
From C. S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe
“There was a town, and there was a train, and there was a murder.”
From Lemony Snicket's All the Wrong Questions: Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?