"... And then the murders began."

[thegreyarea]

Aton 77, director of Saro University, thrust out a belligerent lower lip and glared at the young newspaperman in a hot fury. And then the murders began.

Isaac Asimov, Nightfall

(brilliant short story!)


Where’s the !#%@&? printer?! And then the murders began.

Microsoft, Windows 10 Quick Guide: Connect a network printer.

(sooooo true!   )

[Yastreb]

Slowly gathering speed, the long train pulled out of the Gare du Nord. And then the murders began.
Fitzroy Maclean, Eastern Approaches

Duane Boggs, waking early on what he hoped would be the last day of his life, looked out of the window and saw no light in the sky. And then the murders began.
Philip Caputo, Equation For Evil

[dmeck7755]

Aton 77, director of Saro University, thrust out a belligerent lower lip and glared at the young newspaperman in a hot fury. And then the murders began.

Isaac Asimov, Nightfall

(brilliant short story!)

Agreed!

Where’s the !#%@&? printer?! And then the murders began.

Microsoft, Windows 10 Quick Guide: Connect a network printer.

(sooooo true!   )

Magentaaaa!! And then the murders began

(Not a book, but an ad for printer ink in the US. It just seemed fitting.)

[dmeck7755]

Dean couldn't believe what was happening.  He was in a darkened bedroom lit only by a single overhead light and the flashlights of him and his partner and then the murders began

(Extreme Medical Services: Paramedics for Supernatural Creatures --Jamie Davis)

[wavewright62]

"It may appear somewhat strange to undertake the defense of the cornet at a time when this instrument has given proofs of its excellence, both in the orchestra and in solo performance..."  And then the murders began.
--J.B. Arban, Arban's Complete Conservatory Method for Trumpet

Spoiler: show

Seriously, the sentence was a whole paragraph long, and the murders did begin, "...where it is no less indispensible to the composer, and no less liked by the public than the flute, the clarinet, and even the violin: where, in short, it has definitely won for itself the elevated position to which the beauty of its tone, the perfection of its mechanism ande the immensity of its resources, so justly entitle it." 
Fortunately, our good Mr Arban only goes on to write some explaining of breathing and embouchure for a page or two, then proceeds to fill the next 340-some-odd pages with musical exercises.

Okay, grey, I laughed - sooo true.

[Yastreb]

Those were long days as we lay pressed to the prickly grass waiting for the bombs to fall. And then the murders began.
Ben Okri, Incidents At The Shrine

The plane, a shabby old Dakota, bumped twice in the noonday heat, then settled on a steady course. And then the murders began.
Nicholas Monsarrat, The Tribe That Lost Its Head

[thegreyarea]

This book was borne out of the intention to acknowledge the less known aspects of Alvaro Siza's work. And then the murders began.

Juan Rodriguez and Carlos Seoane, Siza by Siza

(FYI Alvaro Siza is a the most famous portuguese architect, and this is one of (it seems) a thousand books that (endlessly) discuss his work... To the point that makes me want to murder someone everytime I see yet another book about him!   )

(Says a guy that has four... no, five (!) books about Siza's work...)

[Yastreb]

When we returned from Embarkation leave, they were sharpening bayonets. And then the murders began.
R. M. Wingfield, The Only Way Out

In the April of 1893 I was staying in the course of my business at the Devonshire Arms in Skipton, Yorkshire. And then the murders began.
Christopher Priest, The Space Machine

[thegreyarea]

Before you
my home was in the wind and surf,
the birds and rain,
voices of the northern lights.
And then the murders began.

Nightwish, Music

(great song, great album, great band!)

[Jitter]

Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
And then the murders beigin

(Every Breat You Take - The Police. I’ve always found the song very threatening)

Nightwish is playing in Joensuu this summer at Ilosaarirock!

[thegreyarea]

There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights the people and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street

And then the murders began

Sting, Moon Over Bourbon Street

(another slightly threatening song... by the same guy!)
(Oh, how much I'd love to be there and listen to them live in Joensuu! A wish to fullfil on another chance)

[thegreyarea]

Cthulhu, they call me. Great Cthulhu.

Nobody can pronounce it right.

Are you writing this down? Every word? Good. Where shall I start—mm?

Very well, then. The beginning. Write this down, Whateley.

I was spawned uncounted aeons ago, in the dark mists of Khhaa’yngnaiih (no, of course I don’t know how to spell it. Write it as it sounds), of nameless nightmare parents, under a gibbous moon. And then the murders began.

Neil Gaiman, I, Cthulhu, or, What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47° 9′ S, Longitude 126° 43′ W)?

(and here's a link to read the story for free!)

[thegreyarea]

His head unnaturally aching, Barney Mayerson woke to find himself in an unfamiliar bedroom in
an unfamiliar conapt building. And then the murders began.

Philip K. Dick, The Three Stigmata Of Palmer Eldritch

(back to the classics!)

[thegreyarea]

One of my earliest memories starts with me sobbing. And then the murders began.

Ken Liu, The Paper Menagerie


He drank his way across the narrow sea. And then the murders began.

George R.R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons

(No lack of murders on this one   )

[Yastreb]

In 2015, the first episode of the fifth season of Kitchen Cabinet screened. And then the murders began.
Sean Kelly, The Game; A Portrait Of Scott Morrison

The bedroom murmured to itself gently. It was almost below the limits of hearing; an irregular little sound, yet quite unmistakable, and quite deadly. And then the murders began.
Isaac Asimov, The Stars Like Dust