Damn well played, sir.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York. And then the murders began.
Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches had bellies with stars.
The Plain-belly Sneetches had none upon thars.
And then the murders began.
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what’s behind these cold eyes
You’ll just have to claw your way through this disguise.
And then the murders began.
Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Wierd and Gilly
and then the murders began
OK, not a novel obviously, but it just scans so well.
One evening, after thinking it over for sometime, Harold decided to go for a walk in the moonlight. And then the murders began.
Monday was an inconvenient time to die. And then the murders began.
On the last day before I got my superpower, I was sulking because I didn’t have a super power. And then the murders began.
“The building was on fire and it wasn’t my fault.” And then the murders began.
Grab a book, huh? Let’s see.
“I spend a lot of time talking to people who disagree with me–I would go so far as to say that it’s my favorite leisure activity–and repeatedly I meet individuals who are eager to share their views on science despite the fact that the have never done an experiment.” And then the murders began.
The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call “out there.” And then the murders began.
This one may be my favorite.
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife. And then the murders began.
Appropriate!
When we began our race for the Presidency in April 2015, we were considered by the political establishment and the media to be a “fringe” campaign, something not to be taken seriously. And then the murders began.
If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to ask for a glass of milk. And then the murders began.
Hella and I are writing a diary. And then the murders began.
In 1971, a group of young and enthusiastic yoga students came together in Bloomington, Indiana. And then the murders began.
Maybe to fully appreciate this one, you need to know it’s the preface to a vegetarian cookbook.
“How utterly delightful!” exclaimed Richelieu “I’ve never seen a cat with such delicate features–the coloration is marvelous, as well.” And then the murders began.
(This is actually the last sentence in the book, not the first, but…) "Hillbillies! You have no respect! And then the murders began.
Happy families are all alike, but every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
And then the murders began.
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. And then the murders began.”
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. And then the murders began.
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. And then the murders began.