If you still use twitter, you may have noticed discussions among the writing community regarding how best to start your latest work in progress. Lots of theories prevail, but often the best way to get ideas on how to “break the ice” on a story is simply to read the opening lines of existing books.
For me, I tend to use two or three strategies, depending on the book. Most of my biographies employ Prologues as introductions. These are usually set after the death of the biography subject (the exception being “Empress Matilda of England” which opens with Thomas Becket arriving at the White Tower to visit his pal, King Henry II Plantagenet). The biography subject is introduced in these prologues through discussion between historical persons, many of them part of another biography I’ve written – but not always! When I do not use a prologue, I open with an original poem. When you realize my first publications were poetry, this makes complete sense.
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Here then are the first lines for each of my biographies. All of these books are available in both digital and paperback editions at a retailer near you. Many also available in English language audio edition. See applicable audio links with each book.
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Boudicca: Britain’s Queen of the Iceni.
Audio edition available.
“Tell me a story, Mother?” asked an eight-year-old girl with curly dark hair and dark eyes.
“What story would you have me tell, Moira?” asked Keita as she heated milk over the hearth fire, the sleeves of her green woolen tunic dress rolled up neatly and out of the way as she stirred.
Watching her mother, Moira handed her the rennet from a lamb slaughtered the day before, “Tell me about our people.”
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Catherine de Valois: French Princess, Tudor Matriarch.
Audio edition available.
“I Margaret take thee Edmund to be my lawfully wedded husband,” vowed Margaret Beaufort in front of the door of the small chapel in Bletsoe Castle in Bedfordshire where she was born and raised as the daughter of the duke of Somerset, John Beaufort and his wife, Margaret Beauchamp . At just twelve years old, Margaret’s tiny frame complimented that of her Welsh bridegroom, the twenty-three year old Edmund Tudor whose bloodline as a descendant of the Welsh prince Gruffydd ap Rhys radiated in his dark hair and blue eyes. The wedding vows taken, their priest opened the big red door into the chapel for the wedding mass.
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Mary Queen of the Scots: the Forgotten Reign.
Audio edition available.
Woe to Thee, Oh Scotland
Woe to thee, oh Scotland
Our Pictish mothers’ tears like highland rain
For the queens of old are forgotten
Their valour now seen as depraved.
Where is your love for your queens
For Picts and Scots, Gaels and Brigantes?
For fair Mary your queen — cast aside
And praised instead the Puritan’s hateful hand.
You drove the fairest queen far away
To die disgraced on an English axe
Spilling the fairest and most Scottish blood of all.
And with her died the Scottish heart: brave and free.
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Queen Elizabeth Tudor: Journey to Gloriana.
Audio edition available.
The white sails of the Abigail shined brightly from its three tallest masts. As the crew readied the ship to depart Plymouth and as the ship’s final passengers boarded, Edward Drinker, a lad of thirteen years from Sussex looked at the water with a mix of excitement and fear. What would life in the New World be like? Were things really so bad in England so as to be worth risking so many lives on a four month voyage to Massachusetts Bay Colony? What would the other passengers think of his family’s Quaker values and beliefs? Would they be accepted for choosing to worship without a priest or formal clergy, praying together in silence as they waited for inspiration and wisdom from the Holy Spirit?
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Empress Wu Zetian.
Audio edition available.
“Miss? Miss, where do you think you are going?” asked the British soldier gruffly, grabbing the arm of the well-dressed teenaged girl walking down Dongjiaomin Lane, her dark brown hair contrasting against her ruby-encrusted hair pin.
“Hands off me, barbarian!” snarled Hua-Lin with fire in her green eyes. “I am no coolie, no slave! Who do you think you are grabbing me as if I were some animal?”
Three soldiers joined the first soldier, surrounding Hua-Lin menacingly. Closing in close to her body, they fondled the silk of her finely embroidered Manchu gown, its design marking her as a great-granddaughter of the Qianlong Emperor. Laughing, the youngest of the soldiers unbuttoned two of the buttons over her chest securing her gown together while the others pinned her arms behind her back, his intent only too clear to the noble Hua-Lin, “May the ravens and falcons of Abka Hehe devour your heart!”
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Gwenllian ferch Gruffydd: the Warrior Princess of Deheubarth.
Gwenllian’s Tears
Cry out for me, my people.
Where my blood was spilt, let your voices be heard forever more.
Cymru in all your glory:
Deheubarth, Gwynedd, Ceredigion, Powys, Dyfed
Ynys Môn where I was born!
Let not these conquerors go unanswered
Swear to me you shall never forget.
We are Cymraeg.
We are forever.
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Empress Matilda of England.
Audio edition available.
Thomas Becket glided up the Thames to the White Tower, the polished white stones of the castle shining in the light rain. As the boat docked he carefully strode up the path to the heavy gate. Instantly recognized by the guards he walked through confidently, navigating the palace expertly. Princess Matilda greeted him playfully, “Thomas! You are back!”
“I am. How are you and your brothers?”
“Father is cross with Richard again.”
Becket laughed, “I’m not surprised. How old is he now?”
“Four.”
“And you are five now, Matilda?”
“I’m almost six. I’m a big girl,” proclaimed Matilda proudly.
Becket laughed, “And so you are, Matilda. And so you are!”
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Hypatia of Alexandria.
Audio edition available.
“Magistra, the books you wished to borrow have arrived!” knelt the young novice as her prioress tended a patient at Disibodenberg in Naheland in west-central Germany.
Prioress Hildegard rose and wiped her hands on a towel, “Excellent. Did the brother specify how long I may borrow them?”
“No, Magistra.”
Hildegard headed towards the priory library, “Well then I will have to ask him myself before he departs.”
“May I ask—what is so important about these particular books?”
“They are the writings of ancient Greek mathematicians and astronomers. Wisdom of the ancient world, a world that was very different from the one we live in today,” answered Hildegard.
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Cleopatra VII: Egypt’s Last Pharaoh.
Synesius of Cyrene meandered casually through the library at the Serapeum, its massive domed roof a reminder that this was a Greek, not Egyptian, architectural masterpiece. Every few yards he stopped and looked at the shelf labels near him. Finally, after about twenty minutes he saw the small figure of his mistress standing next to a distant shelf as she organized the scrolls upon it. Smiling, Synesius approached her with a reverent bow, “Salve, August Mistress!”
Hypatia turned to him and motioned for him to rise, “What brings you to the library so early in the morning, Synesius? I thought you had reading to complete before our class this afternoon.”
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Margaret of Wessex: Mother, Saint, and Queen of Scots.
Audio edition available.
The White Tower of London rose up against the foggy Thames River, its glistening white limestone walls concealing its true purpose as a symbol of conquest and dominion over the Saxons and its ruling House Wessex. A royal barge glided up to the Tower from the Thames. Four royal guards marched from the Tower to meet the docking barge as two more guards on the boat rose expectantly. Soberly the princess royal, Matilda, Kaiserin of the Empire of the Romans, stepped onto English soil for the first time in fifteen years. Ceremoniously the guards marched the unwilling princess from the Thames to King Henry’s throne room.
Bowing, Kaiserin Matilda found herself face to face at last with the father she barely knew as a child, “Salve Henrice rege Angliae et Normaniae.”
“Salve Matilde, imperatrix romanorum!” saluted King Henry in return. “Welcome home, Matilda. How was your journey?” asked King Henry.
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Hildegard von Bingen.
Audio edition available.
Katharina von Bora rose from her bed wearily to the sound of church bells tolling matins, the cloudy sky outside concealed in the early morning darkness as snow flurried across Nimbschen monastery near Grimma in Saxony. Easing herself into greater wakefulness, she changed into her simple undyed wool tunic dress that was the foundation of her nun’s habit. Combing her short hair gently and without the benefit of a mirror to guide her hand, Katharina poured herself a cup of water from a stoneware pitcher and quenched her thirst before covering her hair with her veil, slipping on her plain leather shoes, and navigating her way through the cloister.
Reaching the church sanctuary she found herself late, the hall already filled with Gregorian chant, “Ave Maria, O auctrix vite, reedificando salutem, que mortem conturbasti et serpentem contrivisti, ad quem se Eva erexit erecta cervice cum sufflatu superbie.”
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Katharina von Bora: First Lady of the Reformation.
Audio edition available.
“C’est un rempart que notre Dieu, Une invincible armure, Notre délivrance en tout lieu, Notre défense sûre,“ sang Anne Rochefeuille as she played on the harpsichord at the Château in Avignon. Next to her were scattered open books gleaned from the château’s massive library.
Drawn to the music, Bishop Armand-Jean du Plessis, brother to the Seigneur de Richelieu, sat down near her to listen. Though the song was heretical in any language, or, more exactly, by a heretic, he loved his Anne’s singing dearly. Putting an arm around Anne, he kissed the back of her neck affectionately, “Bon matins, ma chérie.”
Anne stopped the music to turn and kiss him properly, “Bon matins, Armand.”
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Eleanor of Aquitaine.
Eleanor, Fairest Eleanor
Tell me tales of romance and chivalry!
Beautiful ladies in elegant castles
Wooed by knights filled with courtesy and poetry!
Robin Hood fighting for justice!
For her, the troubadours did first sing!
Eleanor, fairest Eleanor!
Forever shall we sing of thee!
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Tell me about the real Eleanor!
The daughter who inherited her father’s wealth and lands
More than enough to make her queen of France.
Falconer. Dancer, Singer
Crusader. Lover. Queen. Mother
Ah Eleanor, we do love thee!
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More than Matilda’s daughter-in-law.
More than Henry II’s estranged wife
More than mother to kings of England
Eleanor, fairest Eleanor!
Forever shall we sing of thee!
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His Red Eminence, Armand-Jean du Plessis de Richelieu.
A Good Man?
Dreams of red fill my heart
Where once the dry bones of history lay.
The dazzling red velvet cappa magna.
The zucchetto covering his crown.
The sly words spoken in secret.
The blood spilled by his word.
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Long ago there lived a cardinal made villainous by a book
An adventurous novel made of cloaks and corsets, swords and pistols.
A Scot whose voice echoes with the ages as he plays the cardinal on screen.
Black leather to make a good man seem villainous.
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Who was the real man behind these veils?
The First Minister of France?
A dutiful son?
A man of peace who led armies to victory on the battlefield?
Was he simply the French version of David Beaton or Thomas Wolsey,
Rightfully hated and despised as Dumas teaches us to regard him?
Or was he something more?
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A reluctant priest.
His majesty’s servant.
A diplomat.
A good man.
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Fourteen biographies with fourteen beginnings! Are you excited to read more? Find links to the Legendary Women of World History series and to His Red Eminence on this blog.
All of these books are available in multiple languages including your choice of French, Spanish, German, Portuguese, and Italian. Both Boudicca and Gwenllian are also available in Welsh, part of my commitment to preserving the Welsh language for centuries to come.