Kittling: Books

  First Line: The right book in the hands of the right person at exactly the right moment can change their life forever . Since the death of...

  First Line: New Year's Eve, 2013. She'd never imagined a Hogmanay thrash like this, never mind that she'd be invited to it . W...

  First Lines: He really believed it was a madcap game. A joke. A dare, played out between old friends. Why would anyone imagine otherwise ?...

  First Line: A scream ripped free as lightning tore the night apart-- light strobing across the bleak landscape, casting it in harsh shades...

  First Lines from Prologue: Inverness. 15 years earlier, 14th December. The stench as the constable kicked in the door-- rich and meaty and...

  First Line: The slap of spades in dense peat was an unmistakable sound .   It's just another day at the office for Detective Chief Ins...

  First Line: 1994. By midnight, there are bodies everywhere .   Morven Murray, the queen of daytime television, is murdered just before her...

  First Line: Were it not for the cool breeze drifting in off Loch Dunvegan, she could have been dancing on a beach in the Mediterranean, th...

    First Line: She sometimes felt as if her writhing thoughts were a nest of snakes inside her head. From time to time one would raise its ...

  First Line: 1997. Rose Wilson was fourteen but looked sixteen. Sammy said it was a shame .   Police detective Alex Morrow has a lot on her...

  First Line: " Some night, eh, boys? "   A teenage joyrider crashes a stolen car and winds up in a coma. When a routine DNA test ...

First Line: The dreary haar hung around the harbour limits meaning anything beyond the small lighthouse was abandoned to the grey blanket . ...

  First Line: "I love the hat," I said, trying to ease my way into this unexpected conversation .   Forewarned that her surprising...

  First Lines: Nairn, Scotland. Saturday morning Paisless Shaw left Cashmere Crush, her sweater and yarn shop, in the wrinkled but capable h...

  First Line: Elspet left the sweepings for the tide to take out .   Told for years by her employer, pub owner Walter Bone, that she is ugly...

First Lines: Friday afternoon. Standing in a queue at the supermarket, staring at the floor, the basket weighing heavily in my right hand . ...

  First Line: A book is already written before the reader casts an eye upon the page .   Circumstances are certainly keeping Dr. Will Raven ...

First Line: Paislee Shaw gritted her teeth as the school bus jounced over a crack in the paved road, and wished for a wee bit more padding t...

  First Line: Martin Pavel heard it all as if through a pillow: the faint whine of ambulances, the helicopter murmur overhead, the muffled s...