Last week NPR had a funny segment on the one sentence that would instantly improve every book ever written. It was:
"And then the murders began."
Put it as the second sentence in any book you have read, and it will change the tone of the book.
Let's see....
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.
Call me Ishmael. And then the murders began.
Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes. And then the murders began.
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. And then the murders began.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. And then the murders began.