People Are Adding "And Then The Murders Began" To Famous Book Openings, And It's Impossible Not To Laugh

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest

This first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Subject, Mans disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was plac't: Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many Legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with all his Crew into the great Deep. And then the murders began . (John Milton - - Paradise Lost)

Where's Wally? And then the murders began...

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

And then the murders began . . .

"Where's Papa going with that axe?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast. And then the murders began. (Charlotte's Web, E.B. White)

Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). And then the murders began.

Everyone thought the man and boy were father and son. And then the murders began. "Salem's Lot" by Stephen King.

A fug of tobacco smoke and damp clammy air hit her as she entered the café. She had come in from the rain and drops of water still trembled like delicate dew on the fur coats of some of the women inside, and then the murders began! X

Life after life - Kate Atkinson

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. And then the murders began( Jayne Eyre, Charlotte Bronte)

"Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can." And then the murders began.

-The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and
began to pick his way toward the lagoon. And then the murders began. (Lord of the Flies, William Golding)

THE BOY’S NAME WAS SANTIAGO. DUSK WAS FALLING AS the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. And then the murders began. ( The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho )

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. And then the murders began. (Don Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes)

"Can I see the Rabbits, George?" And then the murders began (Of Mice & Men)

"At the beginning, there was Eru.

And then, the murders began".

Ainulindalë, The Silmarillion. J.R.R. Tolkien.

In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the Army. And then the murders began.

Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. And then the murders began. (Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. And then the murders began.

It was while she was lying in bed that Isabel Dalhousie, philosopher and editor of the "Review of Applied Ethics", thought about the things we do. And then the murders began. -The lost art of gratitude- Alexander McCall Smith

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And then the murders began