I love a good opener for a story…
The opener for the novel “The Last Scion” that’s currently in progress.
Landing unsteadily on his feet, he found himself amidst a dark, narrow courtyard lined with long forgotten topiary of bay laurel and yew. Before him materialized an old Gothic manor adorned with turreted towers and dimly lit lancet windows festooned with mouldy-green gargoyles. To his right, a rusty, wrought-iron gate squealed on its time-worn hinges as clouds, bulbous and swelling, raced across a waxing moon. Brief flashes illuminated the ivy-covered structure as pungent petrichor and damp earth permeated the air.
Beats the whole “It was a dark and stormy night…”, don’t ya think?