Guess the opening lines...

Ten days after ….. the blind assassin

my offering …

sing to me of the man muse, the man of twists and turns

The Towers of Trebizond I believe.

The moment I set eyes on Jeremy West I knew I had to have him. I was sitting in Arabella’s, watching a crowd of debs and other phonies undulating round the floor and thinking they were dancing, when suddenly the bamboo curtain was pushed aside and a blond man walked in and stood looking around for a waitress.

Here are 2 well know books that haven't been done yet, along with one less well know, but it is one of my favourite opening lines from one of my favourite books:

1. In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.
2. In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark Bridge, which is of iron, and London Bridge, which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in.
3. Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.

How about this one :
’Take my camel , dear ‘ said my Aunt Dot as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass.

Here are 2 well know books that haven't been done yet, along with one less well know, but it is one of my favourite opening lines from one of my favourite books:

1. In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.
2. In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark Bridge, which is of iron, and London Bridge, which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in.
3. Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.

Favourite opening from favourite book:

‘Long before we discovered that he had fathered two children by two different women, one in Drimoleague and one in Clonakilty, Father James Monroe stood on the altar of the Church of Our Lady, Star of the Sea, in the parish of Goleen, West Cork, and denounced my mother as a whore.’

Sunday 1st January 9st 3

The butler, recognising her ladyship's only surviving brother at a glance, as he afterwards informed his less percipient subordinates, favoured Sir Horace with a low bow, and took it upon himself to say that my lady, although not at home to less nearly-connected persons, would be happy to see him. Sir Horace, unimpressed by this condescension, handed his caped-greatcoat to one footman, his hat and cane to the other, tossed his gloves on to the marble-topped table, and said he had no doubt of that, and how was Dassett keeping these days? The butler, torn between gratification at having his name remembered and disaproval of Sir Horace's free and easy ways, said he was as well as could be expected, and happy (if he might venture to say so) to see Sir Horace looking not a day older than when he had last had the pleasure of announcing him to her ladyship. He then led the way, in a very stately manner, up the imposing stairway to the Blue Saloon, where Lady Ombersley was dozing gently on a sofa by the fire, a Paisley shawl spread over her feet, and her cap decidedly askew.

(I love the way this tells you so much without actually telling you)

The Peacemaker Colt has now been in production, without change in design, for a century. Buy one to-day and it would be indistinguishable from the one Wyatt Earp wore when he was the Marshal of Dodge City. It is the oldest hand-gun in the world, without question the most famous and, if efficiency in its designated task of maiming and killing be taken as criterion of its worth, then it is also probably the best hand-gun ever made. It is no light thing, it is true, to be wounded by some of the Peacemaker’s more highly esteemed competitors, such as the Luger or Mauser: but the high-velocity, narrow-calibre, steel-cased shell from either of those just goes straight through you, leaving a small neat hole in its wake and spending the bulk of its energy on the distant landscape whereas the large and unjacketed soft-nosed lead bullet from the Colt mushrooms on impact, tearing and smashing bone and muscle and tissue as it goes and expending all its energy on you.
In short when a Peacemaker’s bullet hits you in, say, the leg, you don’t curse, step into shelter, roll and light a cigarette one-handed then smartly shoot your assailant between the eyes. When a Peacemaker bullet hits your leg you fall to the ground unconscious, and if it hits the thigh-bone and you are lucky enough to survive the torn arteries and shock, then you will never walk again without crutches because a totally disintegrated femur leaves the surgeon with no option but to cut your leg off. And so I stood absolutely motionless, not breathing, for the Peacemaker Colt that had prompted this unpleasant train of thought was pointed directly at my right thigh.

My dad’s favourite opening line. His second favourite was:

“Tom!”

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lillies grew at the deep end.

Sorry I haven't been able to answer any of the above apart from the wind in the willows. I have two if thats okay??
My first is " the man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed".
My second is:
Prologue
20 December 1837
Liaten. Three miles deep in the forest just below Arnotts ridge, and you're in silence so dense it's like you're wading through it. There's no birdsong past dawn and especially not now, with the chill air so thick with moisture that it stills those few leaves clinging ganely to the branches. Among the oak and hickory nothing stirs:

Tinker tailor, soldier, spy

^The truth is, if old Major Dover hadn’t dropped dead at Taunton races Jim would never have come to Thursgood’s at all.^

Lonesome Dove?