First Lines, 11/08/13
First lines of the novel I won't be writing today:
"It was the Golden Age of archaeology, and they were strangers — tossed together on the whim of an assignment clerk they'd never met, sitting somewhere in the musty halls of academia. It was a new dig, Day One, and tensions had reached a fever pitch. The equipment was new, but the mission was unclear. Bones had been discovered, bones of unknown origin. That's all they knew. Beyond that, the mission was ambiguous and vague; just 'DIG.'"
— Damien Willis
November 8, 2013